As quiet as they tried to keep this, there was a hell of a lot riding on it among the higher-ups. SHIELD already contracted metahumans for various operations, but the proposed PsiOps division would be the first of its kind in the country if it went through, and there was already a lot of interdepartmental gossip circling. Coulson was aware of it. You couldn't move anything through SHIELD without people talking.
"We know you will." He replied, expression unchanging, his grip firm before he released Young's hand. It was more a statement of fact than anything else. "Please, sit down, we're going to be here a while."
He took the chair opposite Young and shifted a file from under his arm to the table in front of them, though he didn't open it yet. "'It' is memory augmentation. We need you to go into someone's head and block out several years worth of... programming. Wetworks programming, in fact." It wouldn't be clean. He laced his fingers in front of him, the slight tension in his hands the only thing that belayed any kind of emotion. "You have the option of backing out of this now, before I tell you more, if you feel that it would be in any way beyond your capabilities."
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"We know you will." He replied, expression unchanging, his grip firm before he released Young's hand. It was more a statement of fact than anything else. "Please, sit down, we're going to be here a while."
He took the chair opposite Young and shifted a file from under his arm to the table in front of them, though he didn't open it yet. "'It' is memory augmentation. We need you to go into someone's head and block out several years worth of... programming. Wetworks programming, in fact." It wouldn't be clean. He laced his fingers in front of him, the slight tension in his hands the only thing that belayed any kind of emotion. "You have the option of backing out of this now, before I tell you more, if you feel that it would be in any way beyond your capabilities."