Abigail decided to take a closer look at the facts surrounding the case. She looked at what she had.
To start off, SWORD analysts had discovered that Hydra had somehow gotten information regarding Weapon X, and was attempting to use the technology for their own ends. The only thing Abigail could think of was that there had to be someone in SWORD feeding Hydra information. But who would sell out their own country?
Really, it could be anyone. Every person has the choice to be good or be evil, and no matter how well they might hide it, someone in SWORD had chosen to be evil.
But who?
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The Hydra mole in SWORD didn't care that he was endangering the free world by selling information to Hydra. In his mind, there was no black and white. Everything was gray and fuzzy.
But that pesky agent, Abigail Brand Wilson, had to disagree. She had to believe in right and wrong and good and evil and light and darkness. She couldn't just forget about it.
So she had to go.
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I was walking through a back alley in DC, heading to my new home. The setup in the woods wasn't exactly permanent, and I needed a new place. So I'd found out about the abandoned warehouse and decided to set up shop there.
I was almost in when I saw the silhouette of a woman in the distance. I hid behind an old Dumpster, making sure she wouldn't see me.
She was too far away to see her face, but I did see three men step out of the darkness toward her.
Oh no.
I rushed toward her.
Now was the time to be a hero.
The woman attempted to draw a gun, but the men were on her before she could. One of them took her weapon and tossed it to the side. They had her on the ground in an instant, and one man tried to hit her in the face.
"Hey!" I shouted. "Attack me!"
What are you doing? This isn't you. You're a-
Shut up, I told the voice.
It didn't matter what I did before. Now, I was going to do the right thing.
The men turned toward me, one holding the woman by the neck, a knife at her throat. "Back off," he hissed.
"Sorry, no can do," I said, whipping out my automatic pistol and firing it into his head. He dropped to the ground.
"Run!" I shouted to the woman. She did not hesitate, and as she ran away, I saw a tiny part of her face. She was average-sized but strong, and her hair was long and blonde, with an almost green tinge when you looked at it from an angle. She wore a pair of dark sunglasses.
I thought I recognized her, but I wasn't sure.
Right now, I had another problem to deal with, though: the two remaining thugs.
They charged toward me, and I took out my katanas. Leaping to the side of the one on my right, I slit a hole in his arm. He aimed a gun at me, but I stabbed him in the gut before I could fire.
The other one was ready, though. He fired into my chest, and I looked down at the blood pooling beneath my shirt.
But somehow, I stayed up. It hurt like crazy, but I slashed my katana at his gun, knocking it away. Terrified, he ran off.
I looked at the wound in my chest.
How am I still standing?
I lifted my shirt up and surveyed the damage.
What the-
The wound was already beginning to close up.
That's impossible. That's-
Oh.
Weapon X.
So maybe I wasn't a failure after all.