"About this point we're glad to take anything we can get guideline wise. We're not asking for a miracle or anything. You got better hindsight than us, that's all. We really do appreciate it... I do especially. We do a good job of this and they might actually start thinking I know what I'm doing."

Clint chuckled and wove the suv through the city down into the Brooklyn warehouse district. He pulled up to a smoke and oil stained warehouse. A set of garage doors slid open and Clint drove right in. The two escorts breaking off and the door closing behind the suv. Clint cut the engine and climbed out from behind the wheel. He grabbed a purple backpack from the back seat and started for a set of doors at the far end of the room. The SHIELD logo stenciled on the metal.