#jackromulus

Jami sat back in her chair, pitching yet another paper ball into the nearest bin. Sure, she enjoyed being an agent. At least, she did most days. When there was the hustle and bustle of agents running around, looking for answers to their most complicated questions. Even doing fieldwork, while absolutely terrifying, was thrilling enough to keep her busy, and therefore happy. However, that didn’t seem to be the case tonight, at least not yet. She’d been relegated to paperwork for her last field op, most of which had been converted into ammo for her current game. Stark Industries had been a circus at times, but there had been a world’s worth less paperwork to do. At least she would have something new to tinker with.

Her ears perked at the sound of the elevator, announcing the arrival of someone else on her floor. Without looking up she loosed another shot, and it bounced off the rim and fell onto the floor instead. She shrugged a shoulder, sitting up straight again, and flashed a bright grin at the newcomer. “SHIELD Engineering. You sure you’re in the right place? Thought maybe they’d quarantined the floor or something, the way people been avoiding the place.”

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She felt as if she had no other choice. She was going to have to track down Agent Romulus and if he had defected to the enemy side, she was going to have to kill him. If she didn't, she would be punished severely. All those years she had spent with Hydra, she had managed to convince herself that she was working for a better tomorrow for everyone. This didn't feel better. This felt plain awful.

It didn't help that she had a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that she knew Jack Romulus from another time in their lives. She couldn't place his face in her memories but she couldn't shake the faint feeling of recognition whenever she tried to picture Jack's face.

When she was dismissed from her duties in the medical tents at the Detroit response camp, she packed what belongings she had and went to try and find Jack before one of the other Hydra agents did. Her orders had been to kill Jack with poison once she had found him. She had a vile of poison in her bag but her intention to actually use it was wavering.

He was still here, still surrounded by the overwhelming scent of death in the air, fortunately people seem to be slowly recovering, at least some of them—cause most that were dying have already died. Death wasn’t new to him; it was something that he constantly feels on a daily basis—not just from around him, but on the inside as well. He could feel his cells, living and then dying, living and then dying, over and over again and at first, when he first gained his powers it was maddening.

Now he just ignores it, his mind desensitized and eerily accustomed to it. Most people around here seems to think that he’s still trying to process what happened and more than often leave him alone for it—aside from a few that tried to help. Those people were the worst, as if he needed help, he can handle himself just fine thank you.

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Detroit had never been one of Alexis's favourite places to begin with. She had had the displeasure of visiting the city a couple of years back on another mission and had been pleased to see the back of it once the mission was over. Even though she had never been Detroit's biggest fan, she still wouldn't have wished for it to be turned into a giant crater.

Alexis arrived at the make shift camp set up outside of the crater that was Detroit shortly after nightfall. The temperature had dropped sharply once the sun had sunk below the horizon and a sharp wind blew through the tents set up through the camp. Anyone who was trying to get what rest they could had better be wrapped up warm if they wanted to wake up the next morning without being a solid lump of ice.

Alexis walked through the maze of tents looking out for her superior officer, Jack Romulus. As she walked along, she pulled her thermal lined jacket tighter around her body, hoping to stop the wind from cutting through and chilling her to the bone. Whatever her new orders were, she started to hope that they would be indoors with plenty of heating.

She spotted Jack ahead of her, lowering himself into tent. Even from this distance, she could see that Jack was weary and exhausted. She briefly felt bad for him; he was obviously hoping for some rest and she was about to interrupt him but orders were orders, all in the name of duty.