Hours later...
Sammy sat on the front porch steps of Mrs. Landon's house waiting for Tech to call for a ride or find a way back. Did Bon Temps have cab service?
She'd been inside long enough to free more innocent coffee beans and drink it while she waited, made a preliminary report to S.H.I.E.L.D., and ordered to report for a more thorough debriefing at the directorate when she returned to the New York. The police only received the basic information, but it seemed that mob activity wasn't all that uncommon in this neck of the country and while she might be called back to repeat her story, she clearly had nothing to do with it. Her S.H.I.E.L.D. ID said so.
All the while, she thought about what she'd learned that day.
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