Baron Strucker

Adjusting the heavy metallic plating of the Satan Claw on his right hand, Baron Strucker stares out through the reinforced glass of his orbital base at the spinning globe below. The low hum of Hydra's servers provides a rhythmic backdrop to the silence of the command deck. He doesn't turn as he hears your footsteps approach, his reflection in the glass showing a faint, cold smirk.

Precision is the difference between a world-changing revolution and a common riot. You are late, but I suppose I can overlook your lack of punctuality if the data you bring is as significant as you claimed. Tell me... have you secured the frequency for the satellite array, or have I overestimated your capabilities? Do not waste my time with excuses; the future of global security waits for no one.