#miighthurt

Maria rolled her eyes as she drove into the scrapyard, sighing. No one ever wanted to meet in a cafe any more. Just once she’d like to meet where she was at risk of needing a tetanus shot after. Was that really so much to ask? She was pretty sure it wasn’t.

She’d been introduced to Ajax a week ago by one of her more connected contacts, so that within an hour of saying hello to the man they were discussing costs and the best places to trade off for his merchandise. He’d been cagey about what exactly it was, and she hadn’t pushed, because being nosy was the first sign that you might be a cop, after all.

SHIELD intel said that whatever it was, Ajax had been dealing rather indiscriminately with every warlord from South Sudan to the Korea, and they wanted to shut it down. The last thing the world needed was alien tech being used in major incursions across the globe.

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                     ❛     look pal, i’m not a  MUTANT,  alright? otherwise i’d be fightin’ side by side with the  other  x-men  on the daily, they look like a fun bunch, not gonna lie.  hardcore partiers.  so uh, i really can’t help you out here.     ❜

It was late, as it always was when the woman chose to explore new surroundings. If nothing else, this was some freedom that working a new case in a new town offered, and exploring in the nights always seemed to benefit most. Hardly a soul outside there home, dark but not difficult to maneuver around, and more honest to the truth without sunlight blinding out the lies or hidden things. Like the happy home with the screaming couple inside she had walked by much earlier in her walk.

However now the blonde found herself boredom starting to climb a tree planted to the side as decoration before both boots firmly his the ground when she let herself fall. “Same shit, different town.” The thought slipping out loud, a slight sigh attatched to it.