Rocket's Red Glare
As Steve Rogers walked across the plush carpeting in the hallways of Avengers Mansion, he felt more anxious than ever to hit the streets. The Avengers meeting seemed to have drag on that day, probably because of his eagerness for it to adjourn, yet as a long-time member of the Avengers, he realized the importance of those meetings. Due in part to it's militantly organized nature, including it's regular meetings, the band of costumed superhuman vigilantes known as the Avengers had gained official recognition by the U.S. government and many other international government agencies, and also enjoys a positive reputation.
All Steve could think about that day, though, was prowling New York City for possible dangers to the citizens he had sworn an oath to protect. 'it's been a slow week for crime', he reflected. 'I shouldn't be disappointed', but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was only the calm before a storm. 'I wonder if S.H.I.E.L.D. has any information about what's brewing in the underworld?'
In his battles against the world's super foes, Steve and other Avengers have worked many times with the international government organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. (Strategic Hazard & Intervention Logistics Directorate). S.H.I.E.L.D.'S director, former US Army Colonel Nick Fury, was one of Steve's closest friends. 'If I don't turn up anything interesting by tonight, I'll give Nick a call', Steve decided.
Just as Steve reached the mansion's 5th Avenue exit, he heard a voice call out from behind him, "Cap! Wait just a minute, would you please?"
As he turned, he saw the slim figure of Janet Van Dyne, Alias The Wasp, heading toward him through the foyer. The Wasp, as a founding member of The Avengers, was not to be taken lightly. She was also Steve's friend, so he summoned up enough patience to listen cordially to what she had to say.
"The team hasn't had a chance to practice much with our most-famous star-spangled leader recently," she said with a smile as she knocked teasingly on the Vibranium shield strapped to Steve's back. "I was hoping to entice you with a round of mixed doubles with Namor, Captain Marvel, and I."
Steve paused uncertainty. Mixed doubles were not as innocuous as they sounded. It was Jan's name for one of the more challenging and competitive combat simulations developed for the Avengers to practice teamwork.
Steve knew it was extremely important to exorcise with the team, but he had trouble shaking the feeling that outside the security of the Avengers' Mansion something requiring his attention was happening.
"I'm sorry, Jan," Steve said, politely declining the invitation. "Another day, perhaps."
The Wasp gave a little sigh. "Okay. Excuse me, then. I have to see if I can scare up Dane," She said, referring to the Avenger known as The Black Knight. "I need the exercise, even if you don't!"
As Steve stepped out the door, he felt bad about refusing Jan's request. The practice might have been good for him. He decided he was too keyed up to cycle around the city on his Indian Motorcycle, so he headed down 5th Avenue on foot.
Just as Steve was passing one of the entrances to Central Park, he heard a beckoning whisper. "Ppsssstt…Flagman, over here."
Eyeing wearily the bushes where the voice came from, Steve stepped off the sidewalk and onto the lush grass. Captain America made a sudden leap and caught hold of an overhanging tree branch, then pulled himself up. Perched high, he got a view of whoever or whatever was behind the bushes, without making himself a target.
Beneath him, crouched low as not to be seen, was a man in a highly unusual outfit – a blue body suit with orange sections, segmented to suggest a snake's ribs – an outfit Captain America recognized.
"Schlichting! You? What do you want?" Suspicious, Captain America waited for the man to reply. Frank Schlichting, alias The Constrictor, was a dangerous criminal and foe of Captain America. Usually. There had been a few occasions when he had been helpful to Captain America, though mostly for his own selfish reasons.
"Truce," The Constrictor whispered hastily. "I've got valuable information for you."
"All right," Cap agreed. Captain America didn't really trust this hood, but seeing that he was alone and obviously frightened and judged that he could easily outmaneuver him if he had foul play in mind, Cap saw no harm in hearing him out.
"Would you come down from there? I don't want to call any attention to us."
Cap hesitated briefly, then jumped down in front of his would-be informant.
Nervously Constrictor stroked the casings on his forearms. Cap knew Constrictor could eject electrically-charged whip-like cables from the casings if he planned to fight. Instead, he whispered "I wouldn't do this for anyone, but I owe you one. I'm not turning into a fink."
"You, a fink? I wouldn't dream of it. What is it, Constrictor?"
"Only 'cuz you've saved my life before, and 'cuz she's crazy, you know?"
"Who's crazy?" Captain America asked, growing impatient.
"A certain acquaintance of ours with green hair and lipstick."
"Viper? What is she up to?"
"I'm not sure exactly, but if you check out the Curtis Supply Warehouse in Newark at midnight you may see something that interests you, by the rocket's red glare."
"What's that supposed to mean? What will I see?"
"I don't know, exactly…" The mercenary shrugged.
"Well, what makes you think I'll see anything at all?"
"I, uh, can't tell you that."
"Well, this is all very helpful, Constrictor," Captain America replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. "Why so nervous, Constrictor?"
"Are you kidding? If she finds out I've been talking to you, she's gonna know something's up. I already helped you foul her plans before, you know what she's like."
Cap nodded. The Viper was a vicious, ruthless international terrorist. She was undoubtedly one of Cap's most terrifying foes. Her schemes almost always entailed death and destruction on massive scales, for the Viper was mad with desire to annihilate everything Steve held precious, and, most especially she wished to crush the United States government.
"Why didn't you just leave a message on my hotline?" Cap asked. "You could have remained anonymous."
"Can't be too careful. Suppose she was listening in. She'd just change her plans. If she recognized my voice, she'd have me killed for sure. I'm hoping the bitch will just forget me, though I doubt I'll get that lucky."
"Don't you think you're being just a little bit paranoid, Constrictor?"
"No. She hates you. For all the times you've defeated her. Tapping your hotline and monitoring my phone calls is just the kind of thing she might do to get to you."
Captain America didn't argue the point any further. After all, he remembered, a mere high school student had once hacked the hotline system, and though it's security system has been upgraded considerably, Viper was extremely formidable.
"How do I know this isn't some sort of trick?" Cap asked.
"Look, I'm just trying to do you a favor. Take it or leave it." Constrictor hissed and started to walk away.
"Schlichting?" Cap whispered after him. "Where can I reach you?"
"Are you kidding? As soon as I found out she was back in the country, I made arrangements with my travel agent. I'm blowing this coast until it cools off. If I could find a way off the planets I'd consider that. Good luck, Flagman, you're gonna need it."
Captain America let Constrictor walk away without confronting him further. It was possible he had been telling the truth, he had helped Cap against Viper before. Yet, if Viper truly was involved, it was just like her to use Constrictor as a way to set him up. Constrictor could have been in her pay, or an unwitting pawn.
At any rate, any scheme of the Viper's would be insidious, ending in global chaos if it wasn't stopped. "The first question, though" Cap told himself, "Is will I be stepping into a trap or upon her plot?"
Trusting Conatrictor's information, Captain America considered seriously the danger involved. Viper usually had quite a few resources at hand, not to mention soldiers. "I'd better call in some reserves of my own." Cap thought.
Cap did not alert the Avengers, but a group he believed had a greater interest in Viper and her schemes – S.H.I.E.L.D. That morning he had already made plans to contact the intelligence agency, but now he'd be giving information, not seeking it.
Cap's video-call was forwarded immediately to Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD, a long time friend and associate, but he sounded rushed.
"Don't have time to chat, Rogers." The gruff Colonel informed him. "Is it important?"
"Could be, Nick," Cap answered. "I got a tip that Viper could be up to something tonight."
"The Viper!" Fury's tone was suddenly more excited. "Well, in that case, where have you been? I've been waiting for your call all day," he jokes. "What did you hear?"
"Well, the source is questionable – I met the Constrictor in the park today – but i believe him."
"He certainly isn't on friendly terms with Viper." Fury agreed. "What did he say?"
"That if I was at the Curtis Supply Warehouse tonight at midnight I might see something of interest – something about the rocket's red glare."
"Oh, boy," Fury breathed. "When you stumble onto something, you do it in a big way."
"Then you think Constrictor was on the level?" Cap asked.
"We can't talk about this over a channel, I'll send some agents – Hoffman and Bronder – out to meet you there at twenty-two hundred hours. They'll be in jogging suits. I'll make sure they know you're the boss and to keep their backup out of your way."
"Okay, Nick." Cap agreed.
'It must be big' Cap thought, 'for Fury to be so secretive about it.'
At dusk Captain America drove down to Newark in his customized van and parked opposite the objective of his stakeout. The Curtis Supply Warehouse was a clean, new building and the warehouse yard, which bordered on Newark Bay, was well lit, but the only other security about the building was a high chain-link fence. To avoid being spotted, he observed the scenery from the van's periscope.
Motor traffic was very light, and no pedestrians passed u til just before 10 o' clock, when a man and a woman jogged by in matching warm-up suits. 'must be Nick's agents' Cap guessed as they turned the corner. 'Id better be ready to greet them on their next pass.'
Captain America slipped quickly out of the van. Waiting in an alleyway, he listened for the sound of rubber pounding the pavement. After the joggers passed again, he joined them, running at their pace.
"I thought you said this neighborhood was safe," The woman joked to her companion in a panting voice, obviously meant to be overheard.
"Hoffman and Bronder, I presume," Cap replied.
"I'm Bronder. He's Hoffman," The woman jogger answered.
"You must be Captain America," Hoffman said.
"Well, he isn't spiderman," Bronder snapped as the three of them turned a corner, "Can we stop running now?"
"I know he's not," Hoffman retorted as the three of them slowed to a walk. "Spider-Man doesn't carry a shield."
"He has to show off everything he learned in his advanced training course –SHIELD VIPs 101," Bronder told Cap.
"Is that a prerequisite for field work?" Cap asked.
"No. For field work all you usually need is a field. That's our car," Bronder added, and pointed up the street. "We have to get some equipment out of it."
"We've been trying to get a line on Viper since last month. She's been selling rockets." Hoffman explained. "We caught someone trying to snuggle some of them back home to Ireland, and someone else shipping his order to South America, but the bulk majority of them seem to have been purchased for domestic use."
"So Constrictor wasn't just using a figure of speech when he said I'd see something by the rocket's red glare." Cap commented.
"Unfortunately, no. Someone in Florida took out a communist party HQ with their rocket. One in Chicago hit a Muslim social center. We even found one in an LA street gang hangout. We've managed to keep it under wraps that these incidents were related – so far – but if it gets out that these weapons are available to the home market, we'll have panic."
"Viper's schemes are always insidious." Cap remarked as the two SHIELD agents strapped equipment belts around their waists.
"Tell him about the grandmother – that's my favorite!" Bronder quipped, handing Cap a SHIELD walkie-talkie.
"Some kid reported his grandmother had one in her condominium. She's a daughter of an unspoken of American Revolution. Doesn't want the Japanese to open a car plant in her neighborhood."
"What's that for?" Cap asked Bronder as she drew what looked like a cross between two SCUBA air tanks and a vacuum cleaner.
"That's our Nitro-Buster," Agent Bronder answered. "You see, we know Blacklash is working for Viper– you know him?"
"Yes, we've fought before." Cap replied, remembering Blacklash's painfully effective specialty, cybernetically controlled whips.
"Well, last week, Blacklash helped break Nitro, the Exploding Man, out of a prison infirmary. We suspect he was acting on Viper's instructions. She's going to be needing more muscle to expand her operation. Any way, this little device," Bronder explained, holding up the Nitro-Buster, "Will contain Nitro once be blows up. Most of his gaseous form will be sucked into one tank, and the rest of him into the other."
"So he can't reintegrate," Cap said, and nodded in understanding. Nitro, as Cap knew, could explode and reintegrate his physical form an apparently unlimited number of times. But if he couldn't reform, he couldn't blow up. "But you'll have to get him to blow up first," Cap pointed out. "Won't that be dangerous?"
"Hah! Danger is my middle name," Agent Bronder said, as she tossed her hair back.
"No, it's not," Agent Hoffman corrected in a joke he'd made countless times before. "It's Laura."
Agent Bronder made a face at her partner.
"Colonel Fury said to show you this." Agent Hoffman said, handing Cap a sheet of paper. "It's a search warrant for the warehouse. He said you were particular about this sort of thing."
"Everything appears to be in order," Cap commented after examining the warrant. "Shall we begin?"
The three of them jogged back to the warehouse. Moving as one, they climbed the chain-link fence and snuck across the warehouse yard. Hidden in the shadows, th agents discussed their strategy. "Viper has a teleporter," Cap recalled aloud.
"Yes, we know," Hoffman nodded. "She could come in anywhere with it. We'll have to split up to keep watch. Someone on the bay side of the warehouse, someone inside, and the third one of us here watching the truck yard."
"They'll never do business here in the truck yard." Agent Bronder argued. "It's too open."
"They could just teleport right inside one of those big truck trailers. Then whoever's buying the rocket would only have to hook up a cab to it and drive it someplace safe." Hoffman answered.
"What place could be safer than inside the warehouses, or just launching one from the dock tonight?" His partner argued.
"Look, I'll take the truck yard." Hoffman said. "What do you want?"
"I can't decide," Bronder sighed. "You pick next, Captain." She offered.
"I'll be the one to take the inside of the warehouse," Cap decided, he hoped it would have been the most dangerous place. As brave as Agent Bronder seemed, he would have not liked to have seen her take the brunt of the attack from the supervillains they had been expecting.
"The door is on my side of.the building," Bronder explained. "Don't fall asleep," She teased Hoffman before she led Cap around to the bay side of the yard.
"Where's your back up?" Cap whispered.
"Waiting in reconnaissance, two blocks off, for our signal." She answered, and patted the walkie-talkie at her waist. "Twenty of them, and some of them are nearly as big as you. In Stature, not reputation. I'll be hiding right there," Bronder pointed into the shadow of the loading dock steps. She led Cap up to the loading dock door.
"You're very good at that." Cap commented, as Bronder picked the lock with ease.
"I considered a career of B&E once, but SHIELD came along and offered better health benefits." She replied as she held the door open for Cap.
"How often do you check in with these?" Cap asked, holding up the walkie-talkie he had been given.
"Every quarter hour, or whenever we see something suspicious."
"I don't want you trying to make Nitro blow up on you." Cap ordered.
"Don't worry. If I see him first, I'll wait until you arrive and make him blow up on you," She reassured Cap.
"Good." Cap replied, as he slipped past her and ducked behind a stack of crates within the building.
Hidden in the quiet, dark warehouse, Cap felt as if time were moving unbearably slow, but before the midnight walkie-talkie check-in was due, Agent Bronder called in. "Blacklash, Nitro, and a rocket just beamed in. Nitro's heading your way, Captain."
There was a bang at the loading dock door. The doorknob fell off and the door swung open, the criminal Nitro revealed. "He must have exploded the lock off by blowing up only his hand." Cap realized, as he watched the every glow about the villain's fist fade. "We'd better keep this fight outside, where there's more room to maneuver."
Having decided he didn't want his opponent entering the warehouse, Cap charged toward him, Cap hoped to knock him away from the door and off the loading dock.
Cap tackled Nitro hard and both went over the edge of the loading dock, with Cap right on top of Nitro. When Cap got up, Nitro did not.
Nudging the unconscious exploding man with the toe of her boot, Agent Bronder sighed, "now I'll never know if my Nitro-Buster works."
Just as Bronder stooped down to check Nitro's pulse and breathing, Cap saw that Blacklash had crept up on the two of them and was aiming one of his steel whips at the SHIELD agent's back.
"Look out!" Cap warned, grabbed the woman and shoved her out of range of the whip that came slashing down where she stood a moment before. The weapon raised sparks along the pavement, and Blacklash closed in on the two of them, a whip poised in each of his hands.
"I've been waiting for a rematch, Captain America." The villain said.
"Love to lose, don't you, Blacklash." Cap taunted as he whipped his shield in Blacklash's direction.
Cap's shield smashed Blacklash in the legs, and he crashed to his knees with a yelp of pain. Agent Bronder, not to be left out of the action, used the nozzle of the device she intended to capture Nitro with to bash Blacklash on the crown of his skull.
The villain slumped at her feet. "What do you know?" The SHIELD agent commented, "I guess it's a Blacklash-buster too."
Agent Hoffman appeared from the shadows and bent at Nitro's inert form. Rolling up the supervillain's sleeve, Hoffman jabbed him with an automatic hypodermic, "To be sure he stays unconscious until the energy absorbing cuffs get here." He explained to Cap.
"Be sure to collect their teleportation rings," Cap ordered the two agents.
Hoffman complied, found and removed from Nitro's finger a wide band set with a large crystal that could enable him to disappear. "You have Blacklash's?" He asked as Bronder finished tying the whip-wielder up with his own weapon.
Bronder held up an identical ring. "This could be a free trip to Viper's hideout. I wonder if I could take her out with my Nitro-Buster, too."
"I wouldn't recommend it." Cap replied. "She'd probably have an ambush waiting."
"Better put the ring down next to mine, Rambo," Hoffman suggested.
His partner complied with a sigh – not a moment too soon, for the rings both glowed for a moment and then altogether disappeared.
Summoned via SHIELD communicator by agent Bronder, SHIELD's backup pulled up in two SHIELD SUVs accompanied by a truck trailer that was to serve as a base of operations. The backup team took over, guarded the prisoners and started to move the confiscated rocket back into the hands of the US government. In the meantime, Hoffman informed Cap that it wasn't all that dull in the back of the ware, either.
"I caught the owner of the place, Steven Curtis, sneaking around. He claims Viper is trying to frame him."
"Do you think he might have been here to buy the rocket?" Cap asked.
"Not really. He hasn't got any money on him or in his bank accounts. But maybe Blacklash can tell us otherwise."
"Look," Agent Bronder said, and nodded her head in the direction of the gate. "It's Fury."
Nick Fury, dressed in a tuxedo, alit from a limousine and walked toward Captain America. He had an eager, satisfied look on his face. "I just got the news." Fury said. "Congratulations, you three. I hear you took prisoners. Have they been interrogated yet?"
"Um, Nitro is in no condition to talk," Hoffman explained, "but Blacklash has been disarmed and is wide awake and, we hope, is ready to talk. We were just going in to speak with him."
"Carry on," Fury ordered. "I'll be there in a few minutes with Cap."
Hoffman and Bronder saluted and headed for the truck trailer that server as SHIELD's mobile base of operations.
Fury lit a cigar as he watched the flurry around him–some agents lowering the rocket onto a dolly, others moving Nitro into an armored ambulance, and others interviewing an elderly man who Cap guessed must have been Hoffman's prisoner, Mr. Curtis.
"I hope we didn't spoil your evening, Nick." Cap said, pointing to Fury's formal evening attire.
"Spoil it?! You've just made it! You give me the perfect excuse to get out of a stupid political dinner, and you practically serve me Viper on a platter. I can't thank you enough."
"We haven't got Viper yet." Cap pointed out.
"No, but Blacklash is the perfect appetizer. What did you think of Hoffman and Bronder?"
"They are efficient." Cap answered.
"But a little…unusual?"
"Yes," Cap admitted.
"Hoffman is as methodical as a CPA, and Bronder Is as tenacious as a bulldog. They're the perfect pair. If I only had ten more of them and two more of you…ah, what I could do!"
Cap smiled at the compliment, "I'd like to hear what Blacklash has to say." Cap told Fury.
"By all means," Fury waved Cap towards the mobile SHIELD office.
Inside, Blacklash had been stripped of his costume and gear and only wore khaki overalls. Though the criminal was relatively harmless disarmed, two SHIELD agents stood guard on either side of the table at which he sat. Agent Bronder and Hoffman were seated across from him. As Cap and Fury entered, the two agents rose to salute and offer the two their chairs.
"Hoffman and Bronder have been coordinating the hunt for Viper ever since she got her hold of this rocket and five hundred and ninety-nine others just like it," Fury explained as he took a seat.
"600?!" Cap gasped in astonishment. "How do you know the number?"
"That's how many were hijacked from Uncle Sam's armories within the last month." Fury answered.
"That's where the rockets came from? They were ours? Who were they launching it against?" Cap asked.
"Tell him, Scarlotti," Agent Bronder ordered Blacklash, addressing him by his real name.
"I don't answer to dames." Blacklash sneered.
"You wanna step outside, Scarlotti?" Bronder challenged.
"Down, Laura, we may need him in one piece," Agent Hoffman warned.
"I'd be more polite, if I were you Scarlotti," Fury advised. "I trained agent Bronder myself in interrogation, and my money is on her."
"You took orders from Viper," Cap pointed out to Blacklash. "She's a woman."
"She paid well." Blacklash said, grinning a bloody a smile.
"For what?" Cap asked.
With a shrug, Blacklash sat back and started to talk. "We sell these rockets to political organizations –terrorists mostly. But there aren't enough of them around in this country with the balls to use them, so we've started convincing less extremist groups that they need them, too. If there's one paranoid or violent apple in the bunch, Viper knows how to find him. The group uses a rocket, and then their enemy has got to have one to use in retaliation. Our business increases."
"We're talking civil warfare here, Blacklash!" Cap snapped. "How could you be a part of this madness?"
"I told you already, Viper pays well. Besides, what do I care if a few crazies blow each other up?"
"Tell Director Fury and Captain America what you told me about this rocket!" Agent Hoffman ordered Scarlotti.
"Viper tried to sell it to this guy – Curtis. He owns the warehouse. He also belongs to some Kook activism group called the People's Choice of Latveria that supports Victor Von Doom – that fascist guy in the suit of armor who rules Latveria, you know?"
"Is Doom involved in this, too?" Cap asked in surprise, aware that Lord Doom of Latveria was another would-be conqueror.
"Nah!" Scarlotti answered. "He doesn't have anything to do with American peasants, not even the ones who are for him like this Curtis guy. Anyway, this Curtis won't bite. He insists he's not a violent man. So Viper says to make it look like Curtis's PCL used the rocket anyway – on their rivals – some anti-Doom group called Freedom Flight. Their Headquarters is on Staten Island. We were supposed to launch the rocket from Curtis's warehouse and then blow up his property as a lesson for being such a puss. That was Nitro's job."
"You're such scum, Scarlotti." Agent Bronder whispered.
Unperturbed, the Villain just grinned.
Blacklash sat up straight. "What are you talking about? You got nothing on me but possession of this dumb rocket, and you know it, SHIELD boy."
"Don't be stupid, Scarlotti," Fury advised. "Viper has made clear her intentions to overthrow the US government on numerous occasions. You don't think she's selling these rockets for her health, do you?"
Blacklash seemed unable to reply. He looked confused.
"Think, Blacklash," Cap urged. "If Viper creates enough chaos with these rockets, if the violence gets out of hand, it will be that much easier for her to destroy us. Have you ever seen a city-wide riot in a major metropolis? That's what it's gonna be like all over the country if Viper goes on peddling weapons."
"You don't want to be held responsible for that, do you, Scarlotti?" Agent Hoffman asked. "Tell us where she is!"
Blacklash shifted uneasily. "Pittsburgh," He croaked. "Under the incline."
"The what?" Hoffman asked.
"The Incline," Cap echoed, as he remembered it was the scene of a a battle he once fought in alongside the Mighty Avengers. "It's a cable car that goes up the hill. They've got big hills in Pittsburgh."
"Big snakes, too." Bronder added.
"Hoffman and Bronder will be leading the raid on Viper's hideout. Would you care to give them a hand, Cap?" Nick Fury offered.
"Sure, I'd like that," Cap replied. "And I can think of a special lady who might also like a little bit of adventure."
The military jet commandeered by Fury landed at Pittsburgh's Allegheny county airport at noon exactly. Fury, Hoffman, Bronder, Cap, and Wasp were greeted at the gate by SHIELD's regional director for the area, Sylvia Chansler.
"The mobile units are all stationed and at the ready, sir!" She informed Fury. "All we needed was the extra unit."
"I brought 54 seasoned agents with me. As an added bonus, Captain America will be helping out. Consider him my second-in-command, and assistant-director in rank."
"Pleased to meet you at last, Sir. We hear so much about you, in training." Director Chansler pointed out one of her uniformed officers. "Agent Lamb will see to it that the troops are stationed properly. I'll escort you to mobile unit one."
Cap rode with Director Chansler, Nick Fury, Agents Hoffman and Bronder, and Wasp to mobile unit one – a truck trailer stationed directly across from the lower station of the Duquesne Incline. A dozen of Fury's field agents joined Cap accompanied by Director Chandler's aide, Agent Lamb.
Agent Lamb displayed a yellowing, aged map. "This is the layout of the coal mines under the hill before redevelopment. I can't vouch for how accurate it is now. We've stationed units at likely looking exit points, places where we know the mines open into cellars or being used as garages, that sort of thing." She pointed and added. "We've seen probable candidates for Viper hirelings exit at these two points and noted this secret exit within the incline station itself."
Cap inspected the map carefully, and traced out a path from Viper's hideout to a mine entrance that opened into a factory basement miles away. "Anyone come out from this route?"
"Not that we've noticed."
"That's the one I'll be taking."
"What?" Director Chansler asked in surprise.
"Give me a half an hour, Nick. Once you initiate an attack she'll just use her teleporter. But I may stand chance, if I sneak in alone, of grabbing her first."
"Sir," agent Lamb protested. "Like I said, I can't guarantee the accuracy of this map anymore, and especially not the safety of the mines."
Fury stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Will you take agents Hoffman and Bronder with you?" He asked. "Then agent Lamb wouldn't worry so much."
Cap glanced at the two SHIELD agents' eager faces. They could've slowed him down; on the other hand they could've offered him help.
"All right," Cap agreed. "let's get going."
With a photocopy of Lamb's map in hand, the three of them were escorted to the factory basement where the entrance Cap selected to the mines was located.
"Sure is dark." Agent Hoffman commented.
"And spooky," his partner added jokingly. "Where are the bats?"
"No bats. The only thing down here is one very large snake." Cap replied.
They proceeded down the passageway until their path was interrupted by an unmarked vertical mine shaft that went down a long way. The hole could not be skirted, and although Captain America could leap over it, it was not likely that the two accompanying SHIELD agents could do so.
"Two man bridge?" Cap suggested to Hoffman.
The man nodded. "You better take the top," He said hoisting Captain America onto his shoulders.
"I hate this maneuver," Agent Bronder muttered. "I can't look." She said as Cap balanced on top of Hoffman and prepared to fall across the gap.
Cap caught the opposite ledge easily.
"Come on, Laura. I don't wanna hang around here all day." Agent Hoffman called.
The female SHIELD agent bounced lightly across the two men's backs and shoulders and once safely across grabbed onto Cap's wrists as her partner climbed up Cap's body. Cap them scrambled up the ledge. Agent Bronder looked quite pale, and not just from the unnatural illumination of the flashlights, as she peered down into the chasm they just crossed.
"You afraid of heights?" Cap asked her.
"Of course not," she snapped. "That would be stupid…" she paused and then added, "I'm afraid of falling down from heights!"
"Come on, let's keep moving." Cap ordered. Soon they came upon a region where the walls were better shored up. They had begun to look smooth and polished.
"Looks like someone's been through here with a laser cannon." Agent Hoffman noted.
"Undoubtedly Viper," Cap said, and nodded. "She always gets a hold of some pretty advanced hardware and technology because of her connections to HYDRA. We'd better keep it down now. These tunnels really carry sound."
They came to a staircase.
Cap paused at the bottom step of the staircase. The SHIELD agents behind him waited patiently.
"If we climb much higher, we'll be above ground."
"What's the map say?" Agent Bronder asked.
"We went off the edge of that several minutes ago." Cap informed her. "We're in Viper's HYDRA territory now, turn off your flashlights and communication devices for a moment." In the dark Cap could see that all the steps from the center of the stairway up glowed in the dark. As he climbed the lower steps, he turned his light back on to investigate more closely. He touched the first glowing step with the edge of his shield. The SHIELD went straight through.
"It's a holographic projection," Cap laid down,and plunged his head through the light image and investigated what lied beneath. It was a smooth, round pit about 15 feet deep.
Agent Bronder's head appeared next to Captain America's. "There aren't any snakes. I thought pits were supposed to have snakes."
"It doesn't always have to be bats or snakes, Laura," Her partner said, sighing.
"It is in the movies."
"Let's keep moving, Indiana Bronder." Captain America chuckled.
The pit was easily skirted once they were aware of where the floor was solid and where it was not. From there, the passage sloped down steadily. Captain America halted suddenly.
"What is it?" Hoffman whispered.
"Shut off your tech again," Cap ordered.
Up ahead of them, there was a different light that spilled out to the passage where they stood, which illuminated the objects of their quest. The rockets. Hundreds of them lined up in the passage! Having heard footsteps, the three of them ducked behind the metal cylinders.
Ahead Cap heard a familiar voice, imperious and harsh – Madame HYDRA's voice. "Keep up the transferences until you are no longer able. Don't you dare stop for such a minor thing as gunfire," The villainess ordered.
Peeping from behind a missile, Cap saw the infamous Viper speaking to two underlings struggling under the weight of one of the rockets. As the three figures headed down the corridor, Cap and his companions stalked behind them, the sound of the villains' footsteps covering theirs'.
At a junction ahead of them, Viper turned to the right and the men with the rocket went left. Captain America motioned agents Hoffman and Bronder to follow the rocket, as he seperate from them, and turned right after the Viper.
The corridors Captain America passed through were empty, and the reason was obvious. Echoes of the noise of battle reverberated through them. SHIELD had begun it's attack!
"It's hard to tell in this maze of passages how close they are," Captain America thought, "But that's not my worry right now–The Viper is."
Madame HYDRA, unaware that Cap stalked herand apparently unconcerned about SHIELD's attack, strides confidently and unhurriedly through her besieged complex. "She doesn't fear capture because she plans to teleport out," Cap realized. "Leaving most of her hirelings to fend for themselves."
Viper entered what appeared to be her information center. Numerous display screens covered one wall. She pressed a button on a control panel. Cap was just about to announce his presence by throwing his shield at her, when he noticed a swirling green green glow on the largest screen in front of him. Something about the pattern disturbed Cap, frightened him even.
Viper turned around from the console, an evil grin spread across her face. "Welcome, Captain Rogers, I've been expecting you. I knew you would try to sneak up on me. Foolhardy fool."
Cap was about to taunt her by asking why she wasn't already fleeing like the mad coward she was, but no words came out of his mouth. It's exactly like he was in a dream where she needed to scream, but couldn't.
"Entertaining little show, isn't it?" Viper asked, pointing to the screen. "People find it hard to tear their eyes away from it. I call it the Serpent's Stare! It's a variation of a hypnosis-ray. I, of course, am immune to it's effects."
Cap suspected that was not the complete truth. Viper must have had some device that kept her from falling prey to her Serpent's Stare. Cap tried to turn away from the screen,and then learned he couldn't move either!
"I knew you were trying to sneak up on me." Viper bragged. "I presume you're also responsible for the SHIELD rabble below us. You refuse to admit that everything you do is in vain."
Wallowing in his inability to reply, The Viper began. To lecture Cap. "I will not destroy your country. In the end, your nation's own weaknesses will be it's downfall. I am just expediting the process. You are so proud of this melting pot nonsense and America's supposed tolerance of ideas and respect for diversity. It's ironic, because that is what will destroy you in the end."
Viper paused to push another button, and a list of names appeared superimposed over the Serpent's Stare pattern. "This is a list of all those petty little factions stewing In distrust and hatred of their fellow man. See how long it is." The villainess held her finger on a button and the list scrolled up the screen.
"You…trick them…with your lies," the words managed to force themselves from Cap's lips.
Viper laughed shrilly. "Oh, you are stubborn! Despite the effort, you must defend your delusions. Don't you love the touch the rockets give this plan of mine? I had you in mind especially when I thought of the codename of my plan –The Rockets Red Glare. All of these people have purchased rockets." Viper said, waving her hand at the list of names on the screen.
"And the list of waiting customers is a thousand times as long. As soon as they've tasted first blood they'll be ready to find their own weapons. The rocket's red glare, bombs bursting in air, we will give proof through the night that your flag and all it stands for will crumble into dust!"
"Viper, you're mad!" Cap insisted through clenched teeth.
"I've just given them what they want. Blood. It's time this precious nation of yours learned what the rest of the civilized world has already known – there is no such thing as liberty and justice for all. That's just a myth your rich and powerful use to control the destitute and the ignorant. There is only chaos and destruction!"
Whether the effect of the Serpent's Stare was finished with the lists of data sharing the screen, or by the anger welling in him from listening to Viper's skewed, distorted, and hateful perspective, Cap didn't know for sure. But something gave him the strength to speak. "Only a few madman will accept your way, Viper. Brave people all over the world struggle for the democratic principles my proud nation was founded upon. The American people will never accept the mindless violence you wish to replace with their freedoms."
"You're a fool!" Viper hissed, sneered and turned away from him,back to the information terminal. She was typing in orders to destroy her data banks.
Cap looked at the list she was about to destroy. Names of all the people who had betrayed their faith in the very principles that sheltered them, and his anger gave way to determination. Suddenly, he felt less anxious, less frightened. As he concentrated on the names, he found that the Serpent's Stare effect was gradually decreasing. "If only I can escape this trap in time to stop Viper," Cap thought.
Cap had to summon all of his willpower to stop the Serpent's Stare.
The spirit of freedom Captain America had fought for all his life filled him with the will to move. He jerked his head around so his gaze was torn from the screen. The effect of the Serpent's Stare took a moment to fade. He carefully kept his eyes on Viper, and aimed his shield at the woman as she struggled against Wasp.
Captain America's shield crashed into the small of Viper's back, slamming her across the control panel, so that she landed across several buttons at once. The Serpent's Stare pattern disappeared, but the incriminating list of rocket buyers remained.
Viper spun about with her laser pistol aimed at Cap's abdomen, but Wasp knocked it from her grasp with a kick.
Cap grabbed Viper's arms and got a firm grip around both of her slender wrists. Even after he had yanked her teleporter ring from her finger, she did not surrender gracefully. She broke free a moment later and attempted to slam Cap in the chest with her spiked heel.
"Enough of this." Cap muttered. He levelled Viper and all her rage with one solid blow to the back of her neck. she slumped to the floor.
Nick Fury came pelting into the room, his weapon drawn and ready. "I don't believe it!"
"Can I borrow your handcuffs?" Cap asked.
"Borrow away. Later I'll have them bronzed for you," Fury replied."After all these years of pursuit, she's really been captured."
"Have you recovered the rockets stored in the mines?" Cap asked, cuffing the villainess to her control panel.
"Yes, and Bronder and Hoffman managed to intercept some of the ones that were being beamed to Viper's new headquarters and sent them to our headquarters instead."
"You should be able to recover some of the sold rockets, too. She had a list of sales and buyers in her computer, and I managed to keep her from erasing the file."
"Jackpot!!" Hoffman cried when he came up from behind Director Fury and saw Cap's prisoner.
Bronder, just behind her partner, glanced from Viper to Cap with a look of awe on her face.
"You don't look to happy," she noted.
"I'm relieved," Cap answered. "I just feel–we've scotched the snake, not killed it."
"Huh?"
"I think what Cap means," Fury explained. "Is that madness like Viper's remains in the world, whether she's in custody or not."
"Precisely." Cap replied. "There are hundreds of people in the country willing to buy from HYDRA to use on someone else. They were ready to move down to her level of insanity to accomplish their own greedy goals, wrong or right. It's that kind of thinking that's infinitely more dangerous than any single super villain."
"You have a good point," Agent Hoffman said. "But, I think we're all better off in America because you caught her."
"And there's always tomorrow to tackle the other problems." Agent Bronder added.
"And furthermore," Fury declared as he held out his hand. "You'll always have your true countrymen battling those problems alongside you."
Cap accepted the handshake with a grin, "What more could a patriot ask for?"
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