He looked back at her before putting the helmet back on. The faceplate slid into place and the onboard computer flashed the current status across the interior screen. He was fully functional and weaponry at full power.
He waited until he knew they would be gone before searching the base to make sure there were no children left. There was no way he'd ever trust the Russian woman, not when she was obviously sympathetic to her bastard father's activities. Maybe she'd been there when Red Room had taken him in. Maybe he'd sent her to do it. Maybe she had provided all the children they were torturing here. If he ever found that old bastard, Misha would tear him apart with his hands. It was that simple.
He reached the lower levels and found the labs. Hate tinged with nightmare fear filled him. Through it, common sense told him that the computers and equipment might have clues to where he might be able to find Weapon X and the people who did this. There could be evidence against Irina as well. He would damned well preserve THAT and use it.
He directed the onboard computer to open a communication line to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s head office. "This is Mikhail Romanov. I need to speak to Valentina Fontaine. It's an emergency."
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