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CHAPTER FIVE - - - HIDDEN.

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"agent sitwell, how was lunch? i hear the crab cakes here are delicious."

"who is this?"

"the good looking guy in the sunglasses, your ten o'clock." sitwell looks around, but doesnt find him. "your other ten o'clock." he turns the other way and sees sam sitting a few feet away from him. "there you go."

"what do you want?"

"you're gonna go around the corner, to your right. theres a grey car, two spaces down. you and i are gonna take a ride." sam replies to the man.

"and why would i do that?"

"because that tie looks really expensive, and id hate to mess it up." sitwell looks down at his tie and sees a small red light from the gun being pointed at him.

natasha, steve, and nate are on the roof, nate and leo hiding behind the roof's opening, steve throws sitwell across the rooftop, natasha following behind him.

"tell me about zola's algorithm." steve demands.

"never heard of it." sitwell replies.

"what were you doing on the lemurian star?" steve questions.

"i was throwing up, i get seasick." steve forces sitwell to the edge of the rooftop, sitwell just smiling. "is this little display meant to insinuate that you're gonna throw me off the roof? because its not really your style, rogers."

steve flattens out sitwells suit, replying, "you're right, its not. its hers." he moves to the side and natasha kicks sitwell odd the roof.

"oh, wait. what about that girl from accounting, laura..?"

"lillian. lip piercing, right?"

"yeah, shes cute." natasha says back, nate and leo coming from their hiding spot. steve just looks at nate, then back to natasha.

sam, in his falcon suit, flies up holding sitwell and throws him down on the roof. steve, natasha and nate walking towards him, nate crossing his arms oer his chest.

sitwell holds his hands up in fear, "zola's algorithm is a program.. for choosing insight's targets!"

"what targets?" steve questions the man, sitwell now noticing nates presence.

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