A Slime In Mcu - Chapter 19

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“Well, this is how we treat criminals who break into the highest of the high government facility systems. Mr. Leukos.” He says, while waiting for me to faint.

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“Well you got me there.” I reply.

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Thud

I pretend to faint, lower my heart rate, and emulate the effects of their tranquiliser.

I could see through my perception skills, two soldiers picking me up and putting cuffs on my wrists behind my back.

Picking me up and throwing me in one of the helicopters, the soldiers look around for any people hiding around, as well as the device that I used to hack into Project PEGASUS.

Finding nothing, the helicopters rise, and off we go into the horizon.

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I feel a prick of a needle on my neck, pretend to drowsily wake up.

I find myself in a cell made up of some sort of glass, sitting on a metal chair rooted in the ground. A table in front of me and agent Coulson sitting across.

Seeing me wake up, Coulson starts, “Who do work for? Russian? Chinese? Ten Rings? Who?

What is your purpose hacking into our system?”

Seeing me not answering the first question in a heartbeat, Coulson moves onto the next question.

“Well, if you read the message that I sent, which I assume you did, you would find the reason for my hack.

Its simple really. I could have tried to pitch my products through the regular means, but that would have taken sooooo long, and also it would be very boring.

I thought maybe show off some of my skills, get your attention and have a little bit of a face to face talk with the upper management of Project PEGASUS.” I reply in a playful manner.

Observing my face closely for any signs of falsehood, and then turning to read the digital polygraph set on the table, he asked,

“Ill ask again, who do you work for, and what is your purpose of hacking into our systems?”

“Bro, I just told you. I want to pitch my products. Conventional means were boring. And well who do I work for, well, I work for myself. Get the occasional help from one of your benefactors though.”

“Who?” Asked Coulson. Finally changing the question a bit.

“Ah, that would be my sister. I believe you might know her as the White Swordsman.” I reply, name dropping my famous ‘sister’.

I could see his eyes widen for a moment before getting up and walking out of the room.

Returning back, he asked, “How can we believe you and confirm your identity?”

“Ah, that, she should be here in about 30 seconds, right your doorsteps.”

Just as I said, 30 seconds later, alarms started going off, and a minute after, a young lady wearing a face mask entered the room.

That was a clone I planned before getting captured.

“What did my brother do this time?” Asked my clone/sister is an annoyed fashion.

“Ms. White, is he really your brother.” Coulson said, standing up in a hurry before eyeing the intruder cautiously.

“Yes, he is. And I believe I have proven my loyalty a year ago for you to remove him from his handcuffs, don’t you think?” my clone replied.

A year ago, I came across members of World Security Counsel on one of my jobs. After a bit of fighting and them losing, I purposely let down my guard which led up to me allowing for my ‘capture’ and supposed interrogation. I told them about my connection to Kamar-Taj and had the Ancient One back me up. I did that so that the major world forces would not get in between my targets and me. But it did restrict me since I couldn’t kill a dozen or so people connected in high places.

Hearing my clone’s words, Coulson asked for a verification ID, which my clone repeated, leading to a sigh to escape Coulson’s mouth.

“I am sorry to inform you Ms. White, but your brother did break the law, hence we would like to keep him under observation for a few weeks. There’s nothing I can do to help any further.” Replied Coulson.

“Obviously, keep him, and maybe listen to some of his details of his new security system, maybe it’ll be of help.” My clone said before it opened a portal and jumped through it.

“Hello, could you please remove these cuffs, please.” ‘I don’t wanna break them.’ I complain from the back. Its sometimes best to keep a few cards hidden until the end.

My complaining voice jolted him out of his stupor, before turning to me, and saying, “They stay on until we move you to an observation facility. You will be under 24-hour observation for the next few days, until we can investigate your hacking method, and confirm that the attack from Ten Hands was not you.”

Oh, you pervert, observing me 24/7, I’m not into it.” I joke around to which Coulson’s face darkens.

Silently walking over and removing the cuffs keeping me to the chair, he led me to another facility, this one being about 3 meters by 3 meters with a single bed and a closed toilet.

‘Well at least I have some privacy for the toilet breaks, though I don’t really need them.’ I think as I walk into the room and lay on the bed, free of shackles.