<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1w6Sw.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Abigail Brand<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Agent Brand or Ma'am or Miss. Not 'Hydra-Hair.'<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Northern Egypt, Mersa Matruh<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/></span></span><hr/>Abigail Brand was busy switching the communication frequencies from HYDRA/Maggia channels to SWORD utilized ones when the report came over the aircrafts radio on a secure line. Before she could even glance over at the planes radio, trying to tune the signal to make it sharper, her face was already turning a shade more pale as she recognized Agent Marquez's voice over the secure transmission. His voice was clear, but it there was so much background noise and interference that she still had to strain to hear his words clearly.<br/><em>"Saber Actual. Do you copy? This is Scabbard. Situation is urgent! Over!"</em>came the voice of Marquez over a thick din of explosions, and the occasionally retort of gunfire.<em>"Saber Actual. Do you copy? This is Scabbard. Situation is-,"</em>Marquez started to repeat when a thunderous crash eclipsed his own voice followed by the south of air blasts and a stream of curses and shouts in the background.<br/><br/>"Affirmative. This is Saber Actual. Reading you five by two," she said, pointing out the signal was strong but the background noise was still heavy and transmitted over her end. "Can you displace? Over!"<br/><br/><em>"Negative! Negative Saber!"</em>Marquez replied, his voice staggering a bit as another thunderous eruption of noise could be heard in the background, like something solid being blasted apart followed by a chorus of sounds of rubble crashing to the ground, shattering and breaking upon the ground.<em>"Scabbard is compromised. Final delay line in danger of being over-."</em><br/><br/>The booming sound of heavy machine gun fire, seemingly erupting right next to the receiver drowned out his voice, before the sounds of shouting and jingling of equipment rapidly faded away.<br/><br/><em>"...Final protective fire! Pour it all into them!"</em>shouted a voice in the background.<br/><em><br/>"...critical. We have sightings of Apocalyse!" </em>Agent Marquez then stated, his voice then returning.<em>"We need reinforcements now! Over!"</em><br/><br/>Abigail started to speak, when a literaly barrage of fire seemed to overcome the other end of the line, followed by a series of loud explosions in the background, sounding like the sky was on fire while the ground itself was erupting. There was a barrage of missiles or rockets going on in the background as Abigail recomposed herself and practically shouted into the receiver. "Is Nefaria engaged? Over!" she then asked, wanting to know that final question before giving her orders. She was already gearing up to go, with or without Nightcrawler.<br/><br/><em>"Ummm I can't.... wait... Yeah... no... wait we have him on monitor three-,"</em>Marquez then started to state when a near defeaning shockwave erupted and in the background another chorus of shouts and screams could be heard before a sizzling sound suddenly rose up, followed by a deluge of static feedback overcoming the line.<br/>"Scabbard. Do you copy! Scabbard do you copy? Over!" Abigail then shouted only to get silence and static on the other end and it remained that way for a solid minute when suddenly the receiver flared up to life again.<br/><br/><em>"...those fires out..."</em><br/><br/><em>"... aid station overrun..."</em><br/><br/><em>"... boat is sinking..."</em><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><br/>"YOU WILL FIND NO MORE SUCCESS WITH YOUR GUNS AND MISSILES THEN THE NUBIANS DID WITH THEIR SPEARS AND CLUBS"</strong></span><br/><br/>A literal chill suddenly rippled throug Abigail's body, as she realized whose voice that was. She had never heard his voice before, hell she had never even seen Apocalypse before, but the mere sounding of his voice seemed to drown out all other noise. Even through the radio it seemed to command its own authority, denying everything else. For what seemed like several beats afterwards, it was as if the entire world as it sounded on the radio fell silent.<br/><em><br/>"...drown that fucker in fire! Pour it on him!"</em>suddenly screamed a familiar voice in the background. It was Agent Duchamp. Before Abigail could speak though, a suddenly rising crescendo of automatic and heavy weapons fire literally drowned out all other noise. Then, without any warning, the radio just went dead.<br/><br/>Abigail glanced back, and saw both Agent Kang and Spymaster already crowding around behind her. "Orders Director?" Kang asked.<br/><br/>"Tell the Egyptians to scramble every plane they got. Have Tokoro get on the radio. See if we can get any assistance. Check every station from Copenhagan to Cape Town. I don't care. We need to hit this guy while we have the chance to do it," Director Brand stated.<br/><br/>"I thought we were evacuating if the perimeter was overrun," Agent Kang then offered, not disagreeing, just bringing up the other option.<br/><br/>"There's still people fighting there. We're not leaving any of them behind unless we have to. And I'm taking his head if I get the chance," Abigail then stated, already grabbing the helmet of her Sandstorm armor. "I want us ready in... twenty minutes," she then said, turning to Spymaster. "You coming?"<br/><br/>Spymaster shrugged and then casually nodded. "Sure why not. As far as I know, it's you, Apocalypse, Stark and Nefaria. And Stark doesn't exactly like me... God knows why. And Apocalypse isn't really an option. Everyone else... is either going to Port Said or already there. I'd hate that if I have to die, I'd do it alone."<br/><br/>"Not interested in saving your own skin?" Agent Kang asked.<br/><br/>Spymaster laughed. "Oh... I still am. But living for the sake of living in Apocalypse's world doesn't appeal to me in the least. I thought the world was just fine the way it was before. So yeah... I'm with you all."<br/><br/>"Good. Let's get ready," Abigail then said, heading back to the bunker.<br/><br/>"And Kurt?" Agent Kang asked.<br/><br/>"He can join us when he's ready," Abigail replied, not showing much concern for him it seemed.<br/><br/>"When?"<br/><br/>"He's too strong to be just an 'if' Agent Kang," she then said. "Rally point is either here or Cyprus."<br/><br/>"And then?" Agent Kang asked as she started to trudge across the desert back towards the bunker.<br/><br/>"We go north. To Europe. More population. More resources. I know most of the fleet pulled back to their respective countries because the Apocalypti are running rampant up there, but we have to hope that it's not completely overrun. If not.. we'll just have to run them back off somewhere," she then said, with a grim finality.