"Its probably all already down there. SHIELD's a bully when it comes to cutting in line in tight situations...well... a bully in general really... But we're big tippers. The hell's Section 31?"
Clint barely seems to take note of the high security. He's so used to it that he's, ironically, blind to it. He operates as if its not there, and ninety percent of the time when things go to hell, its not there and he's on the front lines.
More than anything its all protocol, especially with a secondary involved that isn't an agent or specialist like Kirk. The chance of attack or infiltration is low, the bunker they're headed to reinforced and secure enough that buster bombs would have a hard time with breaking it open. But the possibility of sabotage and espionage? That's the real risk. Spies are a distrustful and dangerous lot, even among their own alliances.
Clint types a code into a keypad and presses a thumb into a tiny screen before the set of doors slide back, opening up to an elevator. Down a few flights and opening into an operations room packed with computers, screens and schematics. A couple of techs and an agent greet them casually and a cleared space of a desk is laden down with pizza and bakery boxes and a large picnic cooler packed with ice and bottles of rootbeer.
The techs give Clint a laptop and then give each of them a pair of spec glasses, complete with built in video and audio recorders. Clint grabs the stacked pizza boxes and the two techs haul up the cooler with a handle each. "Ready for your first and hopefully only SHIELD mission ever?"
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Date: 2014-01-28 10:19 pm (UTC)Clint barely seems to take note of the high security. He's so used to it that he's, ironically, blind to it. He operates as if its not there, and ninety percent of the time when things go to hell, its not there and he's on the front lines.
More than anything its all protocol, especially with a secondary involved that isn't an agent or specialist like Kirk. The chance of attack or infiltration is low, the bunker they're headed to reinforced and secure enough that buster bombs would have a hard time with breaking it open. But the possibility of sabotage and espionage? That's the real risk. Spies are a distrustful and dangerous lot, even among their own alliances.
Clint types a code into a keypad and presses a thumb into a tiny screen before the set of doors slide back, opening up to an elevator. Down a few flights and opening into an operations room packed with computers, screens and schematics. A couple of techs and an agent greet them casually and a cleared space of a desk is laden down with pizza and bakery boxes and a large picnic cooler packed with ice and bottles of rootbeer.
The techs give Clint a laptop and then give each of them a pair of spec glasses, complete with built in video and audio recorders. Clint grabs the stacked pizza boxes and the two techs haul up the cooler with a handle each. "Ready for your first and hopefully only SHIELD mission ever?"