My suit had dried from the dampness of the water. However my hair was still wet. Which made me look ridiculous.

I quickly climbed over the fence, dodging my way through the large loading dock area of the base. With all the trucks and trailers scattered all over the place, it was easy to stay hidden.

I found a circuit board inside one of the empty loading dock stations.

This is so easy! Who would've thought that they would've put a circuit board in the middle of the loading dock?

I busted the lock to the panel and disabled the security cameras. With that, I also disabled all security alarms and a bunch of other fun stuff.

I opened the door to the building and pulled out my gun. I checked the image of the building. The yellow dot was moving closer to me. And it was only five doors away from me.

He was five doors away from me.

I pointed my gun down the hallway, prepared to shoot whatever stood in my way.

One by one, I passed all the doors and not a single sound had been heard.

Something doesn't seem right.

It's too quiet.

I'm right outside the room where the yellow dot is. He is on the other side of this door.

I raise my gun, and bust the lock with my foot. The door swings open.

I point my gun in all directions, ready to pull the trigger at any moment. But what am I supposed to shoot at?

The room is empty.

The only object in the room is a grey, metal desk. I slowly step towards it, lowering my weapon. Sitting on the desk was a carefully preserved white envelope.

Director Nicholas J. Fury was written in fancy cursive on the front of the letter.

Whatever this is, it can't be good.

I open the letter and read the message.

Director Fury,
We are sending out our condolences to you and your staff concerning the death of agent Alice Mathews.

I shiver as I glance up from the paper. Concerning my death?

The long awkward silence is broken by the sound of a single gunshot, and I fall to the floor with a sharp pain in my lower left side.