Every Hydra agent went into hiding. No one safe from the police, Captain America or from him. The man who was a living ghost, capable of finding any of them in their sleep and killing them. He was the thing that children were taught to be afraid of. Sarah wanted to track him down, not as an agent of Hydra but as her own person. She wanted to see if he gone insane or see if he had any information on the scientists that created her and the other clones.

A lot of people would consider her plan to be a suicide mission. No one willingly walked into the den of a lion.

It hadn't been easy to track him down, but he made his presence known by the lovely display of dead Hydra agents. She slipped into the Smithsonian, sticking to the shadows as she looked for him. There was a chance in hell he might still be around, wanting to see people's reactions to his body pile.