[VOICE]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Hey, guess who figured out the devices? A woman with a delightful, British accent who sounds, at the moment, a bit irked. And unfortunately, she hasn't figured out the whole privacy thing yet. Not that she really cares.]

It seems these...things...serve as some sort of form of communication. Agent Carter?

[This one pains her:]

Captain...America? Do either of you copy? We won't need to run civilians for communications, it seems. What's your status? I've run a search of the perimeter. I'm seeing no signs of an enemy.

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[theshield_agent]

SHIELD, though I was also FBI when I was younger. And elaborating...

[Oh, this is going to be a tough sell...]

He might be the Norse god Loki? He definitely has some powers that I have to regrettably describe as "magic."

[primogen_vampirate]

Oh, bloody hell.

Describe his abilities.

[theshield_agent]

[Phil sighs.]

Mind control, strength, hallucinations, whatever the magic equivalent of telekinesis is, he's really fast and, oh, he might have killed me. Jury's still out on that one.

He had one of my men under his control, but I have since... knocked some sense into him.

[primogen_vampirate]

Mind control. Hell.

[All right, Kindred on the rampage.]

Is anyone else manifesting symptoms?

[theshield_agent]

No. If it affects them, their eyes glaze over a light blue color. A good, hard blow to the head might fix it.

[He wishes he could guarantee it, but who knows.]

[primogen_vampirate]

Blue eyes? I've never encountered anything like that before...

[theshield_agent]

Keep an eye out. I don't want anyone getting hurt. If you need my help with anything, I'm more than happy to volunteer.

[primogen_vampirate]

We need to set up an HQ. Establish a chain of command and inventory our assets. Do you have someone on your team with any sort of clerical ability at all?

[theshield_agent]

[Damn it, he always gets stuck doing this shit.]

Right here. I'll survey the non-residential buildings and report back. I'm... pretty good with paperwork.

[primogen_vampirate]

[A man doing paperwork. How odd.]

Does your friend you knocked sense into require medical attention?

For that matter, do any of the other hostages? We can set up a makeshift infirmary if need be. I don't have a lot of supplies, but I do have my sewing kit.

[theshield_agent]

Barton? No, he's used to taking minor blows and Doctor Banner looked at him. He just needs to sleep it off.

Are you a doctor? You should connect with Bruce Banner, if you can. He's brilliant. As far as I know, no one's inured, but that could change.

[primogen_vampirate]

Primarily a surgeon. Some hematology. I'll make contact with Doctor Banner once things fall into order. We don't know how long we'll be here.

[She pauses.]

I wonder if anyone's received any kinds of demands...

[theshield_agent]

You'd think they would use these things to deliver them if they had demands, but who knows. I'll keep my ear to the ground and let you know if anything sounds fishy or important.

[primogen_vampirate]

[All right. Yes. She likes this man. He actually seems with the program.]

Good. I'll do the same after I sweep the perimeter again.

Out of curiosity, can you get yours off?

[theshield_agent]

Currently, we're in only if I cut off my hand territory and I'm not going there.

[primogen_vampirate]

[She laughs.]

Well, darling, if you do go that route, kindly have a surgeon, such as myself, do the cutting. I would hate for you to get an infection.

[theshield_agent]

Much appreciated, but for now, I think I'll endure the clunky bracelet,

[primogen_vampirate]

Probably for the best, my dear.

[theshield_agent]

My thoughts exactly. I'll be in touch, Ms.--I don't think I got your name.

[primogen_vampirate]

Barrett. Doctor Mina Barrett. From Chicago.

[theshield_agent]

Alright, Doctor Barrett. Nice to meet you. I'll be in touch.

[He cuts off the feed.]