Chapter 410: Classified Dossier

Agent Phil Coulson confirmed the identity of the woman lying behind the bar and then signaled for the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to withdraw from the blood-soaked, corpse-filled scene. He wasn't just reacting to the horrific carnage; he had noticed that Solomon's android maid had already reloaded her explosive rifle. Coulson knew that interfering now could be fatal. Dana's primary concern was Solomon's safety, and anyone who stood in her way risked death.

The dead woman was the wife of the biker gang leader, who had been influenced by Lorelei to strangle her. An alien had taken a human life, and even the normally composed Coulson was deeply angered by this. If not for concerns about Thor and the Avengers' diplomatic ties with Asgard, Coulson would have already pulled his team out of the situation.

However, knowing that Solomon's organization had strong ties to Asgard, Coulson trusted that Solomon would act with restraint. A message needed to be sent to the Asgardians, and as long as no one died and diplomatic relations remained intact, S.H.I.E.L.D. could afford to let things play out.

"Stop!" Sif shouted as she climbed to her feet. Her hair, usually tightly bound, was now filled with dust. Her small arm-mounted shield bore deep dents and blackened scorch marks from partially ignited explosives. It was clear that Solomon had held back; he had deliberately aimed at her shield rather than exploiting weak points like her knees. Yet the sheer force of the explosive rounds had pushed Sif backward. Now, with Solomon occupied by Lorelei's escape attempt, his android maid continued providing suppressive fire.

Lorelei, taking advantage of the distraction, ran toward the back of the bar.

She had never imagined Earth would become this dangerous. In the past, she had been revered as the "Daughter of the Rhine," singing atop riverbanks while combing her golden hair, her voice luring sailors to their doom. But now, here she was—fleeing from a man who seemed entirely immune to her beauty and willing to attack without hesitation.

Solomon caught up to her, his arms gently encircling her waist as though embracing a lover. Despite the lingering pain in her torso, Lorelei chuckled softly. No man could resist me, she thought. Her desperate appearance must have stirred his pity, transforming it into love under the power of her magic.

With a triumphant smile, Lorelei turned and pressed a gentle kiss to Solomon's lips.

"My warrior," she whispered, parting from him after a moment. The enchantment should have taken hold by now. Licking her lips, she smiled and said, "You will fight for me. I'll give you anything you desire—even myself."

"Of course," Solomon nodded.

Then, without warning, his arms tightened around her waist like a steel vice. Before she could react, a crushing blow slammed into her head. The world spun violently, and all Lorelei could see was the yellow dust of the Nevada desert. Her ears rang painfully, and her vision was filled with blinding flashes of color. She heard a single loud, dull thud before her consciousness faded entirely.

Solomon stood over her unconscious body, casually lifting her like a rag doll. "You're mine now, Lorelei," he growled. "Asgard didn't send any formal request to take you alive. Kamar-Taj, however, is responsible for dealing with dimensional trespassers."

"The suspect resisted arrest," Solomon continued, pressing the barrel of his explosive rifle against the back of Lorelei's head. "As such, the Kamar-Taj sorcerer was forced to take appropriate countermeasures. Goodbye, Lorelei. Your kiss was sweet."

There was no doubt about Sif's loyalty as a warrior. She was willing to sacrifice anything—even herself—to fulfill the All-Father's commands. So when she saw Lorelei kiss Solomon, her first instinct was that the sorcerer had been bewitched and turned against them.

However, the android maid blocked her path. Though neither side escalated the confrontation yet, both held their ground. But as Solomon prepared to execute Lorelei, Sif could no longer hold back.

Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division (S.H.I.E.L.D.) Archive Record

File Number: 084-a1-a2-0.2546785.2013

Confidentiality Level: Level 10

Primary Testifier: Level 7 Agent Phil Coulson

Recorder: Level 10 Agent Maria Hill

Date: Undisclosed

Warning: This record contains classified footage and documentation regarding Asgardians and sorcerers. Viewing is restricted to authorized S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel only. Unauthorized access is considered an act of treason. Report to Internal Affairs immediately. Compliance will be enforced with copper-infused "loyalty restoration" medication—Nick Fury

Supplementary Note: Unauthorized access will be treated as evidence of Hydra affiliation. Suspects will be detained, interrogated, and potentially eliminated as necessary.

—Agent Maria Hill

Additional Note: Restricted viewing is now permitted to Level 7 and above.

—Director Phil Coulson

Further Note: This archive is sealed and may only be referenced in matters involving Solomon Damonet. It may serve as a psychological profile in case of necessary intervention. Contact with Avengers members is advised if required.

—Director Daisy Johnson

(I'm finally the boss! Now I can scribble on these files all I want—as long as May doesn't find out!)

(May found out. Training is exhausting. (^))

[Video Distorted – Background audio filled with static and white noise]

Possible Cause: Hydra insurgency during archive maintenance.

"I remember that bar. It used to be the Hellhound Motorcycle Club's hangout. Sure, it was a rundown joint in the Nevada desert, with dusty windows and cracked walls, but by small-town standards, it was a decent place," Coulson recounted.

Maria Hill glanced across the table at Coulson. The dim lighting added an oppressive weight to the room. She adjusted a small desk lamp, illuminating the documents in front of her, and began transcribing Coulson's words with meticulous precision.

Coulson loosened his cuffs and reached into his inner pocket, pulling out his S.H.I.E.L.D. credentials. Hill didn't react—she knew Coulson carried weapons but trusted his loyalty implicitly. Taking a deep breath, Coulson placed his ID on the metallic table surface.

"That bar is now a ruin," he continued solemnly. "As the highest-ranking officer on the scene, I take full responsibility for failing to mediate the conflict between those entities. My team was following my orders. They bear no fault."

Hill didn't look up, her pen scratching steadily across the page. After a long pause, she finally spoke. "No one's blaming you, Coulson. Objectively speaking, the dispute between superhumans was beyond your ability to control. The Director only wants the facts. Your eyewitness account is crucial, so let's stick to business."

"Understood," Coulson nodded, though he left his credentials on the table. Folding his hands, he seemed to gather his thoughts. "I saw Sif launch an attack on Solomon."

"And?" Hill leaned forward slightly, intrigued.

"Then things got… strange," Coulson said, his voice dropping. "Solomon's maid opened fire on Sif. Solomon shouted something I didn't understand, and then the entire bar collapsed, burying everyone in a cloud of dust."

Hill scribbled more notes.

"Then what happened?"

"Then things got really bizarre…" Coulson shuddered at the memory.

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