Departure for the mission ahead was coming too fast for Sharon’s liking. Less than a day ago she had been inches from death. Now, she was back in her suit, her guns holstered to her thighs and her heart beating with the frantic attitude of someone about to do something very dangerous.
Around her, the others were talking among themselves or readjusting their gear and suits. There was a grim tension in the air as everyone prepared to partake in something they had never done before. But first, they had to survive in London.
Sharon Carter’s head turned as The Ancient One entered the room. She immediately approached her, placing a hand on her arm.