The sun rises behind the Capitol, shining a golden light on Washington D.C. It’s a beautiful morning but for Secretary Ross, it might as well have been a thunderstorm.
He sat at a table seething with frustration as a pair of Deputy Task Force officers stood before him.
“So, let me get this straight. You’re telling me that Steve Rogers, Sharon Carter, and Sam Wilson were in New York City at the same time and you still couldn’t catch them?!”
One of the officers, a young looking woman with red hair, said in a small voice, “We did manage to catch the HYDRA agents, sir.”
Ross slammed his fist on the table before pointing an angry finger at her. “Now this is where you shut your trap!”
Both of the officers seemed taken aback.
“All of you have one job. Catch those darn fugitives and you still can’t seem to get that through your stupid heads. It’s been six months since the escape at the prison. They’re so bold now they’re showing up in our biggest cities!”
“Sir, we’ve tried to apprehend them but it’s hard,” the other officer–a tall dark-skinned man–said. “If you recall, they were The Avengers. They have fought aliens from outer space and powerful robots. The Deputy Task Force may as well be nonexistent in their world.”
Ross snarled. “I know. That’s why I’m relieving you. From here on out, you won’t have to worry about trying to capture them. I’ve got a new asset on the job.”
The two officers looked at each other with confusion. “And who is that?”
Ross smiled. “Come on in.”
A door opened to the officers’ right and a man walked through. The officers’ eyes widened.
The man looked like someone not to be trifled with. His skin was a milky complexion, his eyes were hidden behind a pair of jet-black shades, his head was completely shaven, and he was clad in black leather. His stern expression scanned the officers before he turned to Secretary Ross.
“You have a mission for me, sir?” he spoke with a gruff tone.
Ross’s smug smile remained on his face as he replied, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
The secretary turned to the officers. “This is The Hunter.” The Hunter’s gaze stayed straight ahead. “He fulfills missions that you doofuses otherwise couldn’t. If anyone is going to bring those fugitives to justice,” Ross pointed at the bounty hunter, “it’s him.”
The officers didn’t need to be convinced as they gazed at the man who looked like an expert at completing grisly missions.
Ross turned to the stern bounty hunter. “Hunter, you have six targets. Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, and Sharon Carter. I want them, dead or alive.”
The young red-haired officer gasped. “Dead or alive? Isn’t that a little harsh sir?”
Ross slammed his fist on the table again. “Harsh! Is killing thousands of innocents while “saving humanity” harsh? Yes. And shouldn’t those responsible for these crimes pay the price? Yes, they should. Don’t speak to me about harsh. These are criminals and I will treat them as such. Now get out!”
The officers blanched, nodded their heads, and hurriedly left the room. The Hunter watched them leave before turning to Ross.
“Where were they last seen?” he asked.
Ross’s expression darkened. “New York City.”
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