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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] morethanashield) wrote in [community profile] spaces_between 2014-12-06 12:13 am (UTC)

The night air was warm and the air was clear, though his vision was blocked past a certain distance in any direction by the cloud cover. That had been chosen deliberately, of course. Though maximum destruction and total annihilation were the goals tonight, stealth would be key in the hours leading up to that.

Still, it felt as though his muscles were loosening even further, though of course he had been carefully prepped and given time to properly thaw before being sent off on this mission. He parachuted down from the plane into the drop zone, all the equipment he would need loaded up, including and most importantly the shield on his back - perfectly round and painted silver, with a single red star in the middle.

A drop like this at this time of night could never be executed perfectly, however. While he landed within an acceptable range of the target, he landed out of sight of his companion - a man his superiors only referred to as the Soldier, a weapon like himself, loyal and obedient and vicious as a starving dog when pointed at the right target.

After a look around to confirm that he was alone, after slinging his shield off his back in preparation for any sudden attacks, only then did he fit his communicator into his ear and turn it in to their chosen frequency.

"Come in, Soldier. Were you able to note my position during the drop?"

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