"Agent Ride."

Fury's voice cut through the ambient noise of the office area in SHIELD's headquarters.

"Sir?" Nudge cocked her head.

"I would like for you to observe while I interview a new prisoner." The director ordered.

"Yes sir." The days when she would have talked the man's ears off were gone. They had died when she had lost the flock. No, she gave herself a mental shake. She wasn't going there. If she thought about them then she would break down and she didn't have time for that.

As the agent and director walked down the creepily identical halls Fury gave Nudge, or as SHIELD knew her, Miranda, a brief debrief.

"This guy is a real piece of work. He was a geneticist for several years before it was found that he was conducting illegal experiments and went to prison. We're not sure exactly how he got out because our records still say he's in prison. When we get in there, stay silent until I give you the go ahead. Are we clear?"

"One question."

"Yes."

"What is the prisoners name?"

As she asked, the director opened the door to the interrogation room and her question was answered.

"Dr."

"Roland Ter-Borcht." Nudge finished. Her eyes narrowed into slits before she smoothed out her face. "Been a while since I've seen you doc."

The (crazy) man's eyebrow's narrowed. "I do not know you."

"Agent Ride…" Fury started when the doctors' eyes widened and a look of extreme hatred crossed his face.

"You! You were supposed to haff been EXTERMINATED!" He screamed.

"Oh please, Borchy," Nudge rolled her eyes. "Like you could have killed us. I mean, you and the other wack-jobs working for Itex created us to survive. Unfortunately, for you anyway, we are really good at it. How else did we escape in California, Florida, Germany, and everywhere else in the globe that we were chased."

"Vere is the rest of vour flock? Nudge, isn't it?"

"You mean you don't have them?" She challenged. "And I haven't gone by that name since I was 13."

"No. I've been rather secluded since Germany."

"I'm shedding tears for you, really I am, but after the hell that my childhood was thanks to you, I can't bring myself to care much." She shot back.

"Well," he amended, "I was working with the tall, blind one when I was captured, but…"

Nudge's hand swinging down on the table to create a loud 'SMACK' stopped him. "What did you do to Iggy?" Her voice was a deadly whisper. She was (no matter how much it repulsed her) right in the psyco's face.

"Agent Ride!" The director's voice was a sharp reprimand that brought Nudge back to herself.

She flinched.

"Outside. Now."

Yeah, Fury was pissed.

Without a word to the mad scientist, she turned, straightened to her military posture, and walked out of the room.

Outside, Fury gestured to the interrogation room next to the one they had just exited. As paranoid as he was, he probably thought she was a foreign agent or something.

Inside, she went ahead and sat in the seat where the interrogated people sat and waited for the director to blow.

"What the hell was that?"

And there it was.