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DoorMan #34
Indian Ocean, 10000 ft above sea Level[January 21, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Cloaked in his stealth onesie, he looked straight down, hopefully straight at the lone ship that had no support vessels and no men guarding it. He knew that it was a trap and yet, he was curious.
Curious about what they intended to do with this ship. They might just be stupid enough to try and blow him up to kingdom come but something that Jin'Ya reported to him made him pause. The dragon was now so well versed in portals, that he opened one up right next to him and then used his vast mental prowess to do a basic scan of the place.
See, Jin'Ya absolutely detested, and he meant it by that word, detested going deep into the Astral Realm of the planet Earth because of how dirty and murky it was. According to Jin'Ya, most sentient species did not have as many dark emotions as humanity did and he did not fault him for that.
But Jin'Ya's powers were indispensable and pretty much a cornerstone of his operations so leaving him out of the missions was out of question. So, they came up with something that would allow Jin'Ya to exercise his basic powers without getting all that feedback.
The psionic mambo jumbo was beyond him at the moment but the gist of it was that Jin'ya would scan the identity sectors of a human mind, figuring out their self identity, and their rough location.
Jin'Ya, using the same technique, was telling him that there was only a single person on the ship. His name was Phil Coulson, Agent of SHIELD & lover of L.O.L.A. Amusingly, that is what the identity center of the person staying on that ship told Jin'Ya. The image of the red Corvette flashed through his mind and he had to admit, it was a sweet ride, especially now that it can fly as well.
"Alright, I'm going in," He informed Jin'Ya as he cut off the Air Door and plummeted straight down.
Even with all that noise, he still heard a grouchy voice speak to him ,"Fine. It's your funeral." Despite the prickly words, he smiled as he felt a thin layer of psionic energy cover him entirely. Well, it might look thin but he was certain that small layer would be able to tank anything that SHIELD might throw at him.
Who knows what those HYDRA infested sick fucks might do if they thought they had the orange Menace cornered.
He fell straight down, thousands of feet before he abruptly slammed down on an Air Door, making him wince at the point of impact. "Right, not that strong yet," He mumbled as he straightened up, his CHI doing the job as he slowly brought himself to the same level as the deck.
He had removed the cloaking aspect as soon as he had started plummeting so it was no surprise that Coulson was standing on the deck, with an umbrella in his hand, with that same calm, inviting smile on his face.
He also had another umbrella for him. Oh, how Coulson of him.
"Good evening, Mr.Orange," Coulson said as he slowly floated and dropped down on top of the Deck. With a snap of his fingers, a larger Door appeared above the ship, stopping the downpour of rain and with that, the annoying amount of ambient noise around them.
Coulson was looking straight up, at the shiny White Door that almost eclipsed the entire ship, "Huh. Neat powers."
He chuckled, his voice modulated by the orange onesie, it truly was a Jack of all trades, "You have no idea, Agent Coulson. You have no idea."
Coulson looked taken aback at that, "You seem well informed." Well, taken aback for Coulson was just a slight jerkiness in his movements and his breath stilling for a second before it all went back to normal.
"So, shall we?" Coulson gestured at the door of the deck, and he shrugged, "Sure."
With another snap of his fingers, the Doors above them shattered into motes of light. Let SHIELD think that he needed the gesture to truly operate his powers.
He stood in the elevator as Coulson punched the code and then pressed GO. Apparently, it only had one destination as they slowly went down.
"So, what brings one of SHIELD's best and brightest on this nondescript ship floating in International waters, all by himself?" He asked the question.
"When someone very powerful and evidently, very resourceful arrives on the scene, without any prior warning, SHIELD tends to take notice," Coulson explained to him as the elevator doors opened up, revealing a spick and span conference room setup to him. It looked terribly out of place along with the dark interiors along with the oil splotches all around the border of the conference room.
He chuckled, "I'm sorry, I must have missed you guys when I had to rescue Dr.Banner from a mad Dog. Speaking of which, how is Ross doing these days? Not bedridden, I hope?"
He plopped himself down into one of the chairs and watched as Coulson stopped mid motion as he was suddenly subjected to an intense stare, "That was you?"
"Come now, Coulson. You guys don't think that Ross, someone who almost certainly must have gone through periodic medical checkups, would spontaneously develop Stage 3 Cancer?"
Coulson sighed and leaned back, as if the mission was suddenly out of his weight class now, which it wasn't. Fury trusted Coulson the most, whatever counted as Trust from that man anyway.
"I will just…ignore that. I am obligated to ask you some questions, the answers of which I am sure I won't get."
"Ask away, Coulson. You would be surprised." He gestured for the man to go ahead with the litany of questions that were no doubt plaguing the analysts at SHIELD.
___xx___
Red Hearth, at the same time.
–Jin'Ya–
He munched on the popcorn as he lounged mid air, watching the whole thing with his psionic senses, and to his utter annoyance, had to project for the audience to watch as well. Bruce Banner, someone who was much less wary of him now, ate popcorn, but not nearly in a relaxing manner as he was watching the scene with him.
It was trivially easy to create a moving scenery of the place and then give it colour as well.
"Will he be fine? I mean, won't they just call in a missile strike and be done with it." Bruce asked him.
He rolled his eyes and flicked his tails mid air, "These ones are not nearly as stupid as the pile of turd that was chasing you around. Besides, even if they did try, they will fail."
"I see. I just wanted to know why Colin went ahead with the meeting if he knew that it was a trap and the target had probably been shifted somewhere else."
"It's because having a working relationship with SHIELD is much more beneficial at this point in time, Dr.Banner." Banner flinched as Colin's voice came from the screen. It was routine for him since the mental link with Colin Boy was two way and could be activated and shut down from either end. With the psionic practices he was having the boy go through, hijacking a mere psionic feed and then transmitting his thoughts through it was well within his current capabilities.
"As of now, there is no rival for SHIELD. They are an absolute behemoth and I would be a fool not to use them and their vast resources." Colin explained and then went silent as the Coulson man and Colin boy began talking about Bruce and the Hulk, especially how the world powers had become nervous when they could not find the single most powerful man on the planet.
Ha! Hulk wishes he was as powerful as the great and mighty Jin'Ya!
The agent in question was quite an amusing one as well. How does someone have the lover of a metal vehicle in their very identity center, the most rigid and unchanging part of their psyche?
Despite all their faults, of which there were many, humans certainly were far more interesting and amusing than his species.
Lover of cars, he almost cackled out loud at that, had it not been for young Bruce beside him who might get startled and start turning green.
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