<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/><br/>"Fucker broke my optics," Crossfire grunted, still on his hands and knees, blood specked tears pooling inside his mask as his gloved hands spread across the floor, looking for his gun in the dim lighting. "Can't see shit... finish him off Spymaster!"<br/><br/>CLANG!<br/><br/>Crossfire was rendered unconscious with a twirling thud from Spymaster's electro-nunchakus before holstering one of them and then withdrawing some sort of exotic looking handgun from one of his many hidden pockets. "Thus reinforcing the point," he then added succintly as he aimed the barrel of the weapon at the mutant. Whether the weapon was lethal or merely stun inducing was left unsaid as the mercenary was about to dispatch of the disabled mutant before he could blink away.<br/><br/>Until his own heads up display alerted him to a new threat, the alarm inside his advanced suit being punctutated by the tell tale glow of a pair of slitted eyes advancing from the darkness, followed by the unmistakable thud of heavily armored feet plodding across the floor. Without even hesitating, Spymaster fired the gun, launching a miniaturized projectile that exploded outward as soon as it erupted from the barrel, revealing encased within was a spidersilk weaved net that shot out, enveloping and trapping Nightcrawler, limbs, body, tail and all so that even if he did teleport away, he'd still be disabled.<br/><br/>The telltale mechanical whirr of a repulsor emitter warming up suddenly erupted, it was a sound the mercenary was familiar with, but realized immediately came only from the older or modular versions of Stark's armor. Thus, Spymaster was ready as the repulsor beam shot outward, only to be intercepted by Spymasters own suit which absorbed the energy and in a split second focused and redirected out of his own hand, firing it right back at his mysterious armored foe.<br/><br/>Abigail staggered a bit, struck by her own repulsor beam as she cursed herself underbreath before stepping into full view of Spymaster who immediately aimed his own gun at Nightcrawler. "Make a move and the mutant dies!" Spymaster called out.<br/><br/>"He dies. You die," Abigail shot back, her helmet filtered voice sounding indistinguishable from any other voice as she took another step forward, facing down the infamous Iron Man adversary and wondering in the back of her head, if this was too great of a challenge too soon.<br/><br/>Then again... better Spymaster then Count Nefaria.<br/><br/>Spymaster smirked under his mask, realizing simply from the choice of words that there was no way this could be Tony Stark. "Do you even know how to use that thing? How about you get out of that armor and I show you what I can do... for you?" he then added, deducing that it must've been Abigail Brand in the suit, figuring Tony wouldn't trust anyone else on the continent. "Believe me, you want me in that suit."<br/><br/>"If you surrender, I won't kill you. If you don't, you will die. And it will be slow and painful..." Abigail promised.<br/><br/>Spymaster winced sarcastically. "Harsh..." he said, finding the threat both heavy handed and crude.<br/><br/>"Nothing against you, but you're right. I'm still figuring this out, and well, if you give me a reason, you'll be my test subject. Now let me see what this command does," Abigail then threatened when suddenly the generator in the center of her Sandstorm armor glowed briefly with a hum as suddenly Spymaster was ripped off of his feet, his gun and nunchakus ripping from his hand as Abigail apparently activated some sort of magnetic field that literally wrenched the weapons out of his hands, only to be caught by Abigail.<br/><br/>"I think I figured it out," she then said, aiming the same gun at Spymaster.<br/><br/>He sighed, slowly raising his hands above his head. "I... uh... guess... I surrender," he then said.<br/><br/>"Take off your belt" Abigail then ordered.<br/><br/>"Uhm sorry?" Spymaster then asked.<br/><br/>She wagged the gun at him and he shrugged, reaching down and unbuckling his belt. "Now grab your tool, drop the belt and cut Nightcrawler free," she then further ordered.<br/><br/>"As the lady commands," Spymaster replied, producing a very sharp knife and dropping the rest of his belt. Though there was the possibility of a threat, Abigail seemed unconcerned with the possibility of him trying anything threatening to Nightcrawler as he proceeded to cut the mutant free. "There we go... unharmed," Spymaster then stated, his work done.<br/><br/>"Now turn the power back on here including the ventilation systems," Abigail stated, lowering her weapon. "Don't give me a reason to not trust you. I'm only going to give it once," she then added as a warning as she glanced at Crossfire, noticing he was unconscious according to her suitssensors. She then turned back to the crumpled form of Mr. Fear and noticed he had less stable vital signs but didn't give it a second thought. "How are you fairing Kurt? Agents Kang and Tokoro should be arriving soon. If you want to go out and meet them, get some fresh air. I'll try and sweep Fear's body for an antitoxin," she then stated before giving Spymaster a wary glance as he approached a bunker console and after a few seconds, started to bring bunker systems back online.