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Independence Day
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Jul. 4th, 2009 @ 03:14 pm
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Over New York, the SHIELD helicarrier had the best view of the day's festivities. The skyline lit up in bursts of color with the fireworks streaking through the sky.
Valentina watched from the bridge of the carrier. Off-duty agents dotted the flight deck. It was good to be reminded of what was at stake every day, and why they were on the job. Current Mood:  optimistic |
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Jun. 11th, 2009 @ 03:40 am
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Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was currently in the middle of the training room at S.H.I.E.L.D. Central. Turrets around the room shot energy blasts at him and he dodged them, firing at them in return when he could. The session was set at a high level, one that he had done before many times.
It had been awhile since he had been able to get a decent workout in. Since Stark had practically shoved him in the big chair Nick hadn't had much time for workouts. There always seemed to be something that needed to be taken care of or done. He supposed it was the price for babysitting the whole damn world.
There was a brief pause in the firing from the turrets. Nick took advantage of the pause to catch his breath for a moment. It didn't take long for them to start firing again. Nick was in motion.
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In the Hamptons...
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Jun. 9th, 2009 @ 07:35 pm
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Outside a bevy of models, socialites, and heirs to various fortunes scamper about in one of three heated pools and drink alcohol suited to their jaded paletes. The host of the party is not cavorting among them He's a little to busy listening to the news.
"The DOW Jones industrial average rose again today on the strength of good news from the banking sector on new home sales...."
The woman next to him gasps as the second woman with them moves a hand up her leg. He glances over. The brunette is pretty good at this.
"...Stark Enterprises made marginal gains, based on a new contract allowing for defense technology to - " He sucks in a breath. Fingernails slowly moving down his chest makes it harder to think about the news. The big news is out though. He and Pepper won another victory for shareholders. Go team.
"Spells trouble for the beleaguered Williams Munitions..."
Just when the ladies were starting to use their lips on him the phone rings. He ignores it. It goes to voice mail and then it keeps ringing. Whoever this is, they will be kept waiting.
Two hours later, the women are both asleep. He switches off the drone of 24-hour news and calls back whoever it was without bothering to check his voice mail.
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3...2..1...no go.
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May. 19th, 2009 @ 03:17 am
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Nick Fury, recently appointed head of S.H.I.E.L.D., stepped out of his hovercar (who would have thought a poor kid from Hell's Kitchen would be driving a flying car) in Central City, California. He was the bearer of bad news and the recipient was not going to be pleased.
Such was the way of government projects. They were funded until the money ran out or interest was lost.
Nick made his way through the building until he found one Reed Richards.
"Gotta talk to ya," he said.
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A Brief History Of the Universe
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May. 10th, 2009 @ 01:57 am
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It was with the death of the last universe that a new universe was born – creating Eternity itself.
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