I didn't know how he did it, but the door behind me was opened by the Asian guy right on cue. 'Please, sir, follow me.'
I did and we went up two flights in the elevator to the briefing area and into a sparsely furnished, unoccupied office. There were no windows and all I could hear was the noise of the forced air ducts.
'If you wait here, sir, the officer will be with you shortly.'
The door was closed behind me. I sat against the desk and stressed. I was being set up.
As it opened again, I stood up and turned to face the person walking in. My chest pain returned with a vengeance. I had fucked up big time.
'Nick Stone, right?'
The Wasp was smiling at me as he held out his hand. His face looked like I'd gone at him with a pastry cutter. The bright-red, scabby scars around his face were held together with black sutures, along with patches of his scalp, where his hair had been shaved before the wounds were treated. His hands were in shit state, too, but they were all healing nicely.
'There isn't much time, Nick. Me and the team are going to need a lot of help here.' He saw me looking at his scars and dropped the smile.
'Hey, I know. Not good. If I ever find the sonofabitch that did this, I'm gonna be pulling the ring back on one big can of kick ass...?'
