CAPTAIN AMERICA
The Quinjet flew through the night skies near New York. The near-silent thrum of the engines was testimony to its excellent design. Stark was fond of saying that "noise is a byproduct and bad engineering." Coupled with an advanced emissions dampener system, the sleek military transport was virtually undetectable save for up close by the naked eye. It made the jet a top-tier method for insertion and extraction.
The pilot called back to the solitary passenger strapped to a seat in the hold. "Nearing drop point, Captain. Reviewing mission parameters." The pilot paused to look over the briefs on his onboard computer. He recited, "The Hand is a new organization on SHIELD's radar trying to get a foothold in New York. Main operatives have training in ninjutsu. Currently dealing in human trafficking by latest reports. SHIELD's involvement is because of one the women in the cargo sent to New York is a person of interest."
The passenger slipped a hardened blue helmet over his head and cinched it in place. "What kind of person of interest?" he asked.
"That's classified, sir."
The passenger shook his head and unstrapped himself. "Of course it is," he muttered cynically. "All right. Open the bay doors." As the door opened and the wind whipped in, the muscular passenger slipped a red-and-white shield onto his back. "Let's see if I can fly any better than Superman...."
With that, he jumped.
The co-pilot gawked and turned to the pilot. "Did he have a parachute?"
The other soldier laughed softly. "No. No, he didn't."
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Captain America survived the nearly mile-long drop by using his shield to absorb the impact of the blow; the properties of vibranium meant that even terminal velocity was absorbed fully by the unusual metal. He stepped off the shield, snapped his foot down on it, and caught the disc as it flipped into the air. He made short work of the padlock on the warehouse door with a single chop from the shield's edge and quietly slipped inside.
With movements borne from long practice, Captain Steven Rogers scouted the interior in silence and quickly discovered that someone had already done his job for him. Several Hand ninjas were in various states of injury and the young women who were part of the cargo had already been freed. It didn't take him long to interrogate the ninjas and question the girls.
What he learned made him frown. Two other vigilantes already struck and took care of business, but the person of interest he sought was not among the freed women.
Then he overheard two women talking outside the warehouse and crept closer. Judging by their words, they were the vigilantes he was looking for.
He emerged from the warehouse, the lamplights overhead revealing the Captain in his full combat attire, blue-and-white fatigues, and shield in hand.
"A good team indeed," he said. "You two cleaned up shop in there. My name is Captain Steve Rogers Sorry to interrupt, but I'm here on SHIELD business and I need your help."
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