Just a lunch break.
“Something under the table,” he said methodically, wanting to word it right. “This isn’t agent work, it’s completely off the grid.”
Agent Sitwell took a file from beside him on the seat and put it on the table, sliding it towards Coulson. It wasn’t anything dramatic, not stamped with a huge, red ‘CLASSIFIED’ on the cover. It was plain and unassuming.
“If we do this, we do it alone. This mission might even be against S.H.I.E.L.D., but it’s important. If you don’t want to do this you can leave.”
Coulson listened with interest, glancing up at his fellow agent as he took the file under his palm.
“I have to say, this is a bit unlike you.” He admitted. But he made no effort to leave. Phil didnt even take a look at the contents of the folder just yet. “Can I ask what brought on such a project, Sitwell?”
“Oh you know, striving for the safety of the people and stuff. I actually found it by accident.” Agent Sitwell turned the folder to face Coulson and opened it for him, slipping through the pages until he got to the one he wanted. Inside were pictures of different weapons. Some where crappy, security camera ones and others were pretty clear-looking. All of the depicted some sort of Stark technology.
“You’ll like this,” he breathed as he lifted one picture to reveal another. It was one of Chitauri weapons. There were more underneath the others, racks of guns and spears. Sitwell pushed the rest of the file towards Coulson again, encouraging him to read it.
“This isn’t ours. Sure, we have most of the tech from the attack a while ago, but not all of it. If it was taken by some other organization or gangs this mission would be done by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. It’s not though. The people who have these are untouchable because they’re in the military. That’s why we’re not doing this as agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.”