7922/The Great Hunt Starts

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The Great Hunt Starts
Date of Scene: 21 September 2021
Location: A Rural Church Somewhere in France
Synopsis: An 084 known as the Q-Ray has gone missing. Jane puts together a team of experts to help her get it back. A few things might have gotten blown up along the way.
Cast of Characters: Jane Foster, Melinda May, Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers




Jane Foster has posed:
Somewhere over the Bay of Biscay, France.

They are not the Monuments Men. For one, the crew is primarily female on this one. No disrespect to Cap there. It's hard not to feel a little like the modern incarnation of that famed World War II ensemble responsible for preserving and recovering cultural artifacts. Jane might just have a small MFAA pin inside her coat, a reminder of their operation.

The Quinjet's path is bound for the Pyrenees that divide southern France from northern Spain. Where goat tracks used since medieval times are more the norm than roads, their destination is along the path of the fabled Comet Line taken by human smugglers, Jews and other 'undesirables,' and Nazis themselves between Biarritz and the sleepy town of Donostia San Sebastian. HYDRA has never forgotten the safehouses or forgettable places in the rugged mountain territory nor the untrusting folk who live in the highlands. Those with old lineages can be trusted to keep a few things secret in their remote fastnesses, like a dusty old church visited by a religious scholar named Anton Toussaint, who noted something not quite right in a vault among the aged frescos and tombs.

This, the final terminus of Hitler's Atlantic Wall, represents a spot where purportedly a few fleeing Gestapo agents were intercepted by the Allies. Some of their belongings recovered included technology well beyond what Nazi Germany /should/ produce. One marked as one of those strange 0-8-4s, SHIELD's designation for "we don't have a clue." But the other half? Never found.

The same general vicinity that that scholar, Anton Touissant, made a comment to a professor, who in turn reported to SHIELD and you know how these things go. Would be nice if the scholar hadn't had a convenient 'heart attack' within the week. As in two days ago, barely in time to be buried. A disintegrated heart is a concern, naturally.

Melinda May has posed:
Sat in the cockpit of the Quin, May's hands are light on the controls. She's the pilot on this mission and happy to be so. Sometimes, it's nice to step back into an easy, straightforward role. Cap gets to be the muscle, this time. May is here to fly the plane and watch their six.

Just the way she likes it.

In typical fashion, she remains quiet, keeping her eye on scanners in case someone tries to ambush them in the air. It *does* happen. And they'd be fools to think that HYDRA is really dead and gone. They've been down this road before. There's always a surprise.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Normally, Peggy or even May would be leading these things. Or Cap, if it's a mission that calls for the Avengers. But Peggy's made it quite clear that Jane is calling the shots here, and they are just around for back up. Peggy's rereading the file on the mission as she leans back in one of the seats just outside the cock pit. "...Steve. You already were in the ice when we recovered the first half of this one, weren't you? We searched months for the other half... But thought it was fine with the first locked up. Now, if these medical reports read right, someone's got *both* halves." Peggy's jaw grits tightly.

"I wonder how many of these 084's we thought were long locked up have gone missing in the few months HYDRA had run of things. I hoped I was just being paranoid... this makes me feel otherwise. How long until we land?"

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve's passing the time with a sketchbook in hand, helmet on the seat next to him and his ankle propped up on his knee. He glances up at the question and shifts his weight. A furrow appears between his brows as he roots around in his capacious memory.

"Yeah, this was during the mop-up work," he agrees with Peg. "Chasing down Gestapo operatives and trying to reclaim a lot of the wealth Germany stole from other countries. If I'd heard anything about people's hearts exploding in the north of Spain, I like to think we would have at least looked into it."

Jane Foster has posed:
When it comes to terrestrial geography and cartography, Jane can almost grin. Plot something on a surface she can see? Child's play compared to trying to plot courses through multiple axes of space -- and no energy branches of a World Tree even involved. Her careful course has tracked the most likely touchdown place in a landscape devoid of many trees or flat surfaces, unless the Quinjet has attained an ibex-like ability to perch sideways on a peak. And anyone not Cap would just bash and fall Homer Simpson-style all the way to the valley floor at any rate, so it's safer to come down in a shepherd's field in the shadow of the rugged highlands and a looming peak to the west, Xoldokagaina.

That sticks them adjacent to an actual highway that's not well-trafficked by the looks of it, threading along the Spanish border. If HYDRA doesn't actually intend to shoot anyone down. "The only point of concern along here is an old nineteenth century watchtower up there," she gestures on a projected map where the Comet Line traces through truly hilly country. "Otherwise, it should be a short hike, about half a kilometer at most, to the church." Because landing in the church square is a great way to trigger concern. "We at least get clear approach points and anyone trying to escape is going straight back into a rocky peak or fleeing down the valley. Not many roads to worry about."

She looks up at Peggy and smiles wanly. 084s on the run cannot be fun in the least. "I don't like anything that seems to involve killing people instantly at a range. Not much can inflict that sort of damage." Nothing conventional. Hence, her purpose.

Melinda May has posed:
"ETA five minutes," May says evenly in answer to Peggy's question. She listens to the updates. "What's the approach?" she asks presently. Yes, it's a clear approach, a hike to the church and then theoretically a bit of a hunt to find what they're looking for -- but she's really asking how they're going to deploy, how Jane wants them to go in to that church, that square, that little pocket of Pyrenese civilization. Presumably, it won't be with guns blazing or flags flying.

Peggy Carter has posed:
As May starts to set them down, Peggy double checks her tac suit. All zippers in place, two ICERs, two spare packs, one conventional .38 (just in case), several knives, evidence bags, her cell phone. Everything for the field, and it feels good to be going back into it even if it's for the worst of reasons. "The big question here for me is... is this a new HYDRA installation under ground or did someone at HYDRA just get greedy and sell off a few cases of 084s? I'm putting money on the first -- one of the more religious HYDRA branches still operating out of this place. But, primary goal is recovery and neutralization of the weapon. Secondary goal is arrest of any HYDRA agents on the premisis. Foster has point on the weapon. Rest of us, keep them away from her. Sound proper?" Peggy asks the team. Maybe she has a *little* challenge giving up full control, but she didn't expect Jane's main leadership is over the 084s, not the fight.

As the ship fully settles into the ground, she immediately pops up out of her seat. She's itching to get back to work. "...Ready for a hike?" She asks them. And, if no one protests, they start the way out the back ramp into the still summer-warm countryside beyond. The quin jet can keep itself mostyl well cloaked other than some flattened grass. They would need to move quiet and stealthy as possible. It felt almost like it did back in the war, the few missions she got to run with the Howlers. The landscape still looked and smelled the same for this area of Europe.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve checks his gear as well, pulling his helmet into place and clipping the jawstrap shut. It's all dark blues and mute greys; even the red stripes on his flexible body armor look a little muted, like old rust. The legendary shield's had some dark applique applied as well; there's no mistaking it up close, but it will at least not reflect moonlight in passing.

"Sounds good to me, but I'm just along as an observer," Steve says with a straight-faced humor. He's kitted out for the field as well, with an ICER on his belt and a stubby little machine gun on his right hip. He glances over at Peggy when he's sure neither Jane nor May are looking, makes eye contact, and very subtly gives her a 'tap the brakes' gesture with his free hand.

Jane Foster has posed:
Tactical impressions taken, Jane has a medkit to go with her ICERs, since she still provides the brunt of field medicine in lieu of Jemma. She goes lighter on weapons, though zipties and a good cutting tool are part of the ensemble. Though it goes against every law, vandalizing a church for the greater good may prove an unwelcome necessity. "The evidence for a chance encounter of someone digging up the cellar and finding documentation seems unlikely," she agrees, frowning and adjusting her boot. One tighter knot, and everything fits better. "For all we know, someone set up recurring payments to assure a kind of loyalty in keeping this hidden until the time came."

With a wry smile to Peggy, she murmurs, "Got it." She cues the app on the tablet. Another point flashes on the map, signalling their destination. The Hermitage of Saint Augustine has the sort of name to inspire. A white plaster building with a low, sloped roof set in a thin circle of trees makes the most of a windy promontory overlooking the River Bidasoa. Access comes by a narrow dirt road up the slope, hiking or rock climbing. Steep vertical rises level off to little terraces and jaggedly drive into the fractured landscape after leaving behind the grassy high pastures of sheep, goats, and antisocial people. Perfect for stargazing. <<Not the time, Jane.>>

With a light hop, she lands out of the Quinjet and heads after the two experts in fieldwork. Besides, just watching her peers in action is part of what /she/ lives for. Not hanging from Yggdrasil dying over and over again. "Entrances," a low tone there, "are front door, front window or back shed. I've not found evidence for anything else on our topo maps. IR might tell otherwise." The grass flutters, dry and perilously prone to wildfires, but nothing immediately a risk. Head for the hilltop, simple enough, right? Ha.

Melinda May has posed:
May sports her usual tac suit, though that black band she gave to Peggy at the Triskelion when the virus threatened to overwhelm all the Inhumans there, is back around her wrist. There's an ICER on her right thigh and a berretta under her left arm. Knives in her boots and SHIELD insignia on her shoulders. Two silver cylinders are tucked in the small of her back.

She rises from the cockpit when they're secure, making sure the jet's cloak is still properly in place. She moves to follow the others. She knows the plan now and it's one she can follow. Wordlessly, she takes her place in the back of the line -- covering their six. It works for her.

Peggy Carter has posed:
That secret, low key gesture from Steve gets a look from Peggy, almost a roll of her eyes, but it's also that frustrated smirk that she gets when he's right, she knows it, and she dislikes it. She drags in a breath through her nose and nearly physically has to force herself back to stop taking point. They'd never grow up and learn to lead if she didn't let them.

She switches over to sub-vocal comms once they are on the ground, keeping low into the grasses and fairly close to Steve as they start climbing the half mile to the where this highly dangerous object is being kept. Dark eyes keep a fierce watching for any hint of HYDRA or patrols in the fields, but everything seems too calm. Almost idyllic. <<"Foster, you've got eyes on all the readings. Let us know where you want us in and where the strongest signal is. This is still your 084 to find. We'll just make certain no one dies doing it.">> There. That's as close as Peggy gets to admitting she pushed a little too hard and yes, Jane is fully in charge. Once she's given orders as to what entrance to take, she wraps around the building to that open point. Dark eyes flicker back to May, confirming the woman is at her six. A sharp, appreciative nod is given in turn. She feels better for that. Then she's ready to press in the moment the call is given.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission," Steve mutters. It'd be mostly to himself, save for the sub-vox comm against his throat. "I'd recommend the shed first. Probably nothing more than a garden-variety lock there. Your call," he says, "...ma'am."

He sets himself up at the lead of their little line, glancing back periodically at the entourage to check out spacing and distance-- and to commit the path to the Quinjet to memory in case a hasty retreat is called for.

Jane Foster has posed:
Time to let the kids out to see what they might have learned. SHIELD may not do the kiss the bruised knees and bandage cut elbows routine much, but that safety net is still there in three experts. That's comforting!

A nice hike comes pretty easily, though a low profile instead of saying upright brings another endurance test. Pines gone dry let off a heady amber resin, and the occasion whiff of rank animal proves the Pyrenees are still wild. Sort of. After about a hundred fifty meters off the Quinjet, Jane plants a small triangular stake in the grass, its sensor well-concealed by the swaying foliage. None of that matters for the electromagnetic spectrum side scans that radiate out in a bubble, fed back to a device making passive readings on the jet and another with the stargazer. <<North-northwest, which matches up with Saint Augustine give or take. I won't have depth or height without setting up another. Let's approach through the shed, then. Thank you, Cap.>> Manners count! He's the tactician, after all, to May's deadly grace and Peggy's marksmanship.

She pauses every so often to check her coordinates on the downslope as much as up, since any eagle-eyed spotter 300 meters up is likely going to pick them out better than some shepherd disentangling a ram from barbed wire fence. Two more caltrop-like stakes vanish into the grass, a trail of treacherous breadcrumbs locking down a narrow band. <<Signal is down. Presume a well or a crypt.>>

Peggy Carter has posed:
While autumn is nearly here, it's certainly not arrived yet. As they creep through overgrown fields, Peggy reaches one hand up to brush some sweat off her brow before it drips down into her eyes. She's glad she's pulled her hair back for this one, but it still means the edges of her curls are sticking to her temples. She appreciates the body armor. She doesn't appreciate the extra layers. <<Shed it is.>> She echoes over the comms, heading in that direction. Her frown deepens some as the comment about the signal being down is given. <<If they are onto us, chances are that is going to be a nasty bottle neck.>> Hopefully she's just being paranoid.

Rarely is it simply paranoia, however. The moment that Steve gets the shed lock open and that door spills into the little country building... there are buillets that are spilling out in their direction. Seems it's time to move.

The force defending this place isn't overly large. They didn't think they'd be found that quickly and it's not a storage unit or even a HYDRA base, it's a country church where the thing was being stored until they could *get* a bigger force to transport it. But that means they are only facing a dozen HYDRA soldiers instead of two or three. But they've got the team in a doorway and aren't being gentle with their firearms.

Oh. And the watchtower. There is a sniper up there, stalking Jane and her equipment. The reader she just put down? It's blown to bits about 10 seconds after she gets the below ground reading.

Melinda May has posed:
May's eyes periodically sweep the countryside, looking for a tell-tale glint of sniper scope or other clue to surveillance. Unfortunately, she didn't bring her own rifle to return the favour. So, when that bullet shatters Jane's reader, May's fist clentches. A ripple of energy covers her body and she's instantly in that black, silver and navy limned armor that, presumably, will withstand bulletfire better than even her tacsuit. The helmet materializes to cover her head and she's starts scanning the hillside.

"I've got a vector," she tells Peggy. "Going high." And, yes... she really does go high.

Hardly a light leap later, she's airborn -- as easily as Morse as ever been -- and heading for the shooter, ICER in hand.

Steve Rogers has posed:
"Watch your cover people, wait for the lulls," Steve shouts into his vox set. His voice is raised to be heard, but it sounds pretty calm despite it.

Steve and Peggy are taking advantage of the old stonework, crouched down near the door behind foundations made of old concrete and river rocks. The legendary shield is unlimbered onto his left forearm.

"Peg!" Steve calls, holding that little collapsible subgun. He primes the toss, then throws it over to her with a gentle arc. A flashbang is dug out of his tactical harness. He pulls the pin, waiting for Peggy's go-ahead. The grenade's rolled along the floor with a clatter of metal on stone. An alarmed couple of shouts are issued and it goes off with a teriffic *WHUMP* of air pressure. Steve surges into the room, ducking a little so Peggy's path, hot on his heels, allows her to move Steve with a slight touch or duck behind the shield for cover as needed.

Jane Foster has posed:
The sensor she spent time perfecting isn't meant to endure any bullet, much less one fired from a sniper rifle. For one white-blinding second, the emotional read off her is twinned terror and cold, clear purpose that ends up smothered by a conscious flattened effort. Jane ducks low and flat to the wall as May goes airborne in a frisson of stealthy midnight-sky armour. Not one to stop and gawk, she keeps a low profile. The golden bangle on her wrist, innocuous and modest, tightens in a mute rejoinder when the grenade goes off. //Not now. You wait.//

Gesturing to the ground, she warns, <<Headed down.>> It's no matter to shift the bracelet down under her glove into a heavily enchanted uru knuckle-duster, though. Nothing to see there.

Her goal is the 084, which is all that matters other than survival. Being separated isn't the smart path, so drawing an ICER in her right hand leaves the left free for an unexpectedly nasty left hook or block if called upon. Steve and Peggy give cover and she's going to use it to beeline, seeking the entrance to the crypt Toussaint mentioned before becoming a corpse with ash in his chest cavity.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Well, so much for sneaking in quietly. Peggy's quite happy Steve has point with the SHIELD that she knows is bullet proof well beyond their mostly armored tac suits. She falls in low next to him, old habits still well trained into place. The moment he calls her name, she's reaching up to catch that collapsible submachine gun and folding it back out into being useable. <<May, we're going to try and clear you a path! But it's going to be loud, avoid the middle path for a moment and shield your eyes!>> She calls over the comms.

Then she's giving Steve a sharp, clear nod, ready for the grenade to be pulled and go. That should give them enough time to get out of the door way and into better shooting positions.

The grenade is effective. Four of the HYDRA soldiers are down and out, two probably dead. There are two more nursing wounds and burns that make shooting difficult. With one violent explosion, they've taken out half the force. The other half, however, is ready to fight hard. May gets a sniper bullet coming straight in her direction as she leaps the wall, but she's moving, it's as likely to bury itself in her body armor as it is to miss her all together.

Once the dust is starting to settle, Peggy immediately spills out of the shed door and presses her shoulders to the wall. She's now laying down cover fire for both Jane and May, trying to keep the HYDRA agents off of them while the two make it for the crypt's door. Inside the crypt, however, things are complicated.

There is one single HYDRA agent there. He's got the Q-Ray in his hands, assembled, ready to not just kill -- to destroy. He shoots a single warning shot off at the door, "One step closer and I'll destroy every particle that makes you!" He calls in accented, angry English.

Melinda May has posed:
Not quite invisible against the night sky, but certainly hard to see at a glance. May's goal is that sniper. The bullet comes winging for her and she banks, making a mental note to thank Lily for the swap later. Of course, now she knows exactly where he is. His location lights up clearly in the helmet's HUD. When she's well enough within range of the fellow, she fires a series of quick shots at him, fully intending to take him out of play.

When she's sure he's down, she turns in mid air and circles back around towards the others. "<<Copy,>>" she says over comms. "<<Sniper's down.>>"

Piking her body, remember the training Bobbi gave her for using the Mockingbird flightsuit, she rockets forward until she's landing lightly beside Jane, putting her armoured body between the scientist and any more potential shooters.

Which means, as she steps into that room with her and see the man with the q-ray, she reaches behind her. Two plasma blades ignite in her hands. She steps ahead of Jane, now.

"Prove it."

Yes, she's totally gambling that 31st century technology trumps 21st century HYDRA science.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve provides mobile cover for the rest of the team; literally blocking bullets for them and maneuvering around so no one has to make a desperate rush to cover. Anytime someone wises up and tries to shoot at his legs, Steve makes sure the attacker gets taken out at the next opportune moment-- usually with his shield whistling across the room and clobbering them with a dreadful reverberation of metal against bone.

There's a tense standoff as May darts forward and engages the last operative. Steve's approach is so casual that it neatly disguises his tactics. Peggy's .38 is borrowed momentarily. Steve ghosts past May using her wings as concealment, the HYDRA goon given a wary side-eye. The moment the Q-ray starts to move and the goon looks the other direction, Steve calmly raises the .38 and thumbs back the hammer in one motion. There is a brief moment spent ensuring the rudimentary sights are lined up before he squeezes the trigger.

The HYDRA insurgent drops like a puppet with cut strings, collapsing on himself with a .38-sized hole just to the side of the bridge of his nose.

"Anyone wounded?" Steve requests of the others. With no one secretly nursing bullet wounds he returns Peggy's gun to her and sets about checking the down and injured goons to see who requires restraints, and then if any require medical care as well.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The Sniper literally has no clue what hit him. A double take at May and then he's going down hard. Hard enough that he's stumbled backwards and tumbled bloodily out of his sniper's nest. He's probably not getting back up. Down on the ground, however, the fire fight continues. Peggy's providing covering fire as Steve provides the shield. They don't even need to talk about it. They just fall into fighting with each other as naturally as breathing. That means Peggy can cover him close enough while he helps them into the crypt and grabs her .38 along the way.

The HYDRA scientist inside twitches, just a moment, and his gun moves from shooting the woman with the terrifying weapons towards shooting the ceiling instead. He's going to take the whole chamber down on them. Then he's dropping bonelessly to the ground, his finger depressing the trigger and the Q-Ray going off to the ceiling instead... It cuts a line across the wall, the floor, the crypt below, and they go tumbling down into the darkness with the bones of the dead. It does eventually stop shooting, at least.

Jane Foster has posed:
Seconds split into two worlds.

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In the first, the midnight sky blots out a clear view of the man threatening to shoot through the door at Jane. Calculating how fast she can get the ICER round off around May and avoid an energy pulse stops when the death's head blooms over the HYDRA agent's head, growing large enough to engulf the room.

Plan B starts before the echoing pop of the .38 going off, though doubtful anyone is looking too closely. She dodges under a flared wing, going for a darting strike to the corpse's flank with the intent of grabbing for the raygun. Really. A raygun? But by then, the floor is already disintegrating, atoms unbound from their structures as dust and plaster collapse with crumbling stone...

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In a second space between worlds, a winged woman reaches to the HYDRA agent and presses her palm to his chest. A dark, stained shred of a soul steps out, and they both vanish to walk a long road indeed.

Melinda May has posed:
May's armour keeps her aloft the moment the floor begins to tumble out from beneath her. "Foster!" She drops, debris raining down on her, bouncing off of a kinetic barrier that flares around her. She can't see the winged woman who steals the HYDRA man's soul, but she can see the scientist tumbling through the floor.

Her HUD calculates the vector and she half falls, half flies towards her, reaching out to try to both catch and shield her from the rock and plaster crashing after them.

Steve Rogers has posed:
May's going after Jane; Steve lunges for Peggy. He leaps across the room with a tremendous flex of his legs and lands near a heavy pillar; something likely reinforced from beneath the stones to help hold the roof up. He grabs a protrusion with one hand, dangling like a professional rock climber, and with the other he strains to the very limit of his reach to make a grab for Peggy's wrist before she drops into the crumbling void below the church.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Ironically, while Peggy didn't expect to end up dangling, she *did* expect that the shield would be one of the safest places to be when the room came falling in around them. So, seeing May moving for Jane, she makes a fast turn and half leap for Steve, about to duck under his shield when she's suddenly being lifted up. That hurts like a b*tch, her shoulder jerking out of the socket as her wrist is grasped, but they make it in the last half a second. She's there dangling, panting for breath, as the rest of the room caves in beneath them.

"Oh *hell*..." She hisses out, shoving the collapsible sub in her belt and reaching her good arm up to climb up his bicep and shoulder. She can hang on easier that way. <<Report! May! Foster! Are you both there?...do you HAVE IT?>> She calls over the comms, catching her breath as she dangles against Steve. Mutely, he gets a quiet nod of thanks from her.

Jane Foster has posed:
May goes for Foster, Foster goes for the damn gun that wants to open a hole through the crust to the mantle if given the means to do it. The whole point dwindles down to that one risky bit of technology put together in ways that shouldn't have happened. Driving through the darkness into the modest, vaulted basement where generations of humble Basque and French priests were interred, serving their flock on the edges of society's grip in life and now resting in death. Ironic to throw a Valkyrie in there, isn't it?

All trust the Nightwing Cavalry! May's defensive field blocks her from being unceremoniously squashed by stone quarried from the mountains or a plaster wall, the beams crunching and falling in odd chunks. She grabs hold of that Q-Ray in plaster-smeared hands, looking like a marble ghost. Well, she wanted to be a Monuments (Wo)man...

<<Target acquired.>> A raspy dark chuckle doesn't include a cough. Funny that. Bruises are going to be awfully odd to calculate, too. <<I'm going to pretend I'm not face-to-face with Pere Marquette down here.>>

Melinda May has posed:
May ultimately lands down beside Jane, who has that weapon/artifact cradled in her arms by the end. "<<We're alive.>>" she reports.

"C'mon, doc," she says to Jane. "Let's get outta here." With that, she wraps her arms about Jane's waist and wills the armor to lift, bringing them up to join Steve and Peggy.

Yeah. Mission accomplished. Time to go home.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve winces at the sound and sensation of tendons tearing slightly. It's audible and he *knows* it is hurting Peggy, but he doesn't loosen his grip for a second. The short-term pain now is vastly preferable to a fall into the uncertain darkness.

"Hang on, Peg," he bids her. For lack of extra hands, he lifts Peggy just enough that he can get his legs around her waistline in a wrestler's lock. This frees up his grip and takes the stress off her injured arm, and with only his hands Steve effortlessly clambers up the broken wall and swings over to sturdy ground. Once there, with the help of the other two, they can get Peggy and Steve both out of the pit.

"Good call, May," he congratulates Melinda. "Let's get Peg's arm looked at, and then figure out what to do with..." he gestures at the Q-ray. "This thing."

Peggy Carter has posed:
Hey, she got through a mission without getting shot! Peggy will take that as a win, even if her arm is hanging a little odd, uselessly, and painfully at her side, she lets out a breath of pure relief as the other two check in over the comms. <<Good job, everyone. Yes, let's... get back to the ship and get home before they get reinforcements out here. We can clean up the rest later...>>

The clean up is uncomfortable. They get the 084 back and back to the closest European SHIELD base, but by the time they come back to the church, everything else has been pulled. Even the bodies. HYDRA doesn't want to leave any traces behind and they still have enough people to make it all disappear. But, for the moment, SHIELD has won the day and the first of too many missing 084s has found its way back home.