A tall, blond young man in slacks and a bomber jacket who looked suspiciously like some of HYDRA’s old pictures of Captain America, minus the stars and shield, dusted off his hands and joined the rest of the redshirts from Con Security. “And stay out, you jerks.”
This, George thought glumly, picking himself and one of his groaning compatriots off the sidewalk, was possibly not HYDRA’s best day ever. He wished that surprised him. After all, it’d started off so well. MBI’s prize super-soldiers were on the loose, naïve and ready to be scooped up to the greater glory of HYDRA. No Japanese army to defend them, no killer satellite to cut troops down from the sky, and only scattered resistance from a SHIELD already battered and broken in the wake of the Chitauri invasion. All the various covert teams sent out had to do was follow the rumors of incredibly cute girls in shocking outfits who could polish off an entire sundae in one sitting. No problem. Even for Zed Team.
At least, George had thought it was no problem. Until he’d seen where they were assigned. Mullen had paled first. “We’re going to a sci-fi convention?”
Oh yeah. They were doomed.
A/N: Because even HYDRA has to have Minions With an F in Evil. *Halo*