Kana's P.O.V. - 25th March 2012

S.H.I.E.L.D. Conference Room

When I had arrived I found Nee-san perched on top of the desk with one leg squared over the other, one arm pressed against her stomach and she used her left hand to support her right elbow examining her perfectly manicured nails but her gaze appeared glazed over almost as if her mind were elsewhere and she bounced her knee furiously.

Her gaze darts sharply to me, her forehead puckered, she pushed herself off the desk standing tall as she heads straight towards me. She places her hand on my shoulder, there's a peculiar look in her eyes which scrutinised my small form before it vanishes and she quirks an amused grin.

"I've heard that you've been giving Fury a hard time," Natasha notes, I could hear the pride laced in her voice but it only served to fluster me further.

"I didn't mean to," I admit abashed scratching the back my head with my clammy hands as I focused solely on the ground.

"You should've seen her Nat," Clint announces grinning widely as he throws an arm around my neck and yanks me close, nearly cutting off my oxygen. "She wouldn't take any of Fury's bullsh*t. None whatsoever."

"I had to help Isabella!" I argue instantly. I don't why I was so defensive but chalked it up to my personality.

"Nothing wrong with that," Clint assures ruffling my hair.

"I heard about Genesis," Natasha brings up. 

"They're trouble," Clint adds.

"Which is why we need a plan to take them down," Fury apprises as he barged into the room taking long-legged strides before popping himself into the chair behind the desk. Agent Coulson and Agent Hill tailgating right behind him before standing on opposite ends of the desk in an erect posture. "Hill."

Agent Hill started tapping her tablet and immediately shutters slammed shut encasing the room in darkness before some sort of cyber screen appeared with bouts of information. "I located the base where the experiments take place," Hill informs not once glancing up from her screen as an image of an island appeared, "it is located on North Brother Island. It was previously designated as a bird sanctuary but by 2008 the species of birds abandoned the island. It had been put back on the market and bought by the CEO of Genesis, Mattias Rask."

"What do we know about Rask?" Natasha queries.

Multiple personal biographies came up on the screen, I stare at it in awe. This world never ceases to amaze me with its technical advances but at the same time, it terrifies me. If this type of technology existed in my world then ghouls wouldn't stand a chance.

"Born in Stockholm, Sweden to Regitze Rask and Alvinia Rask, both of whom are deceased. His only living relative is his brother Sigvard Rask..." Agent Hill continued with her explanation but I drone out her voice and instead, I reviewed the other information set before me. From experience, I knew it would be substantial for later on.

Regitze Rask, a handsome man with apathetic green eyes, platinum blond hair and a straggly beard that surrounds his frowning lips and covers his cheekbones. His occupation is a chief investment manager who concocted an urban regeneration scheme for the slums in Stockholm. Unfortunately, it wasn't to improve the quality of housing for the lower income residents but rather kick them out and build a luxury resort for tourists. Despite venomous controversy from the Swedish welfare, the project was fully underway until the denizens decided to revolt and set fire to the Rask mansion. He and his wife were killed while their sons disappeared. 

Alvinia Rask was a housewife, that's all she was. In fact, it says she rarely ever left the comfort of her own home. To say she was beautiful would be the understatement of the year, she was resplendent with her ink-like hair, those sonorous cobalt eyes and fair alabaster complexion without a blemish in sight. Apparently, in 1990 she was diagnosed with sphenoid wing meningioma which gradually caused her to lose her sight.

Sigvard Rask, even at 14 years a spitting image of his father except for the beard. Even though it was a picture taken so many years ago, I felt unnerved. I stared right into those dead eyes and knew without a doubt that this boy, who is now a man, is dangerous. He held his nose high in the air, his sharp gaze focused below as if staring at some insignificant bugs. His whole face practically oozing arrogance.

And Mattias Rask. There he was. The image of him was fresher compared to his other family members though I suppose it's because he's famous and probably the only one alive. The picture portrayed him as some sort of idol. The way he leaned forward on his desk, resting his cheek on his fist with a small smirk dangling on the corner of his lips.

I grit my teeth and feel my nostrils flare at the sight. How many? How many victims did he torture for his own selfish gains? How many were tricked into becoming something they never wanted to be?.. How many now lament their existence?

Rask, with what you've done with Isabella and many others, I'll personally be the one to bring you to justice.

Eh? Eh? Getting interesting right?

Oh, and Merry Christmas everyone! (Even though I don't celebrate) I wish you all a happy holiday!

Don't get too drunk to the point you'll end up killing yourself doing something stupid. Last year before Christmas holiday started a teacher had actually shown a video about the dangers of drinking on Christmas. Lotta people died crossing train tracks when they weren't supposed to.

Be safe.

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