The door opens, at first no one passes, at least evidently. A few moments later, a young woman dressed in black drops down besides the desk where Val has no cover. She has a silenced pistol in one hand. "Contessa, we don't have much time. Please believe that if I wanted you dead, you would be, and that my reflexes are faster than yours. You will not have a chance to press the alarms... even if they weren't disabled. Your daughter is in grave danger, to say nothing of Col. Fury and SHIELD. If anyone is going to make it out of this, I need to ask a huge favor of you."
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