Sam - 3

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They found a cheap room and food before ditching the car. They were seated on the couch brainstorming. "Why Steve?" Bucky asked.

"Why not Steve? The UN wants him alive so they can prosecute him publicly." Sam pointed out.

Bucky frowned, shaking his head a little, "No, it wasn't Ross. He's only as powerful as the people allow him to be and the people want Captain America free. No, it wasn't the UN."

"What are you thinking?" Sam asked. "They were looking for something, the way they tossed the apartment. They thought Steve took it. They waited till we were gone, they were watching, waiting. Whatever they're after they believe Steve had it. But what?" Bucky explained rubbing his hands together thinking.

Sam thought too before jumping up, "Oh!"

He darted over to his jacket that he still had from the other apartment and laid it out on the counter before taking his pocket knife and carefully cutting part of the lining away.

Bucky came over, "What are you doing?"

 "Finding what they are after," Sam said, pulling the fabric to reveal and bunch off the wool lining. Pulling it out and producing a data drive. "This. This is what they are after." Sam said, almost excitedly holding it out.

"What is it?" Bucky asked, taking it.

"I'm not sure. Nat said it was like a super virus firewall or something when we took it." Sam shook his head.

 Bucky looked back to him sharply, "When you took it? What do you mean, when you took it? Who did you take it from?"

Sam shrugged, "I'm not at liberty to say. We were paid big bucks to retrieve it but the buyer never came. We were going to send it to the US government before this happened."

"Isn't that suspicious? Not showing to pick up what you already bought to get?" Bucky asked.

"It is the first few times. But once it became normal, not really. Out here it's a blessing, less chance of being backstabbed, and really, most of the work we do for these so-called 'investors' is for the US or UN when they don't want to get their hands dirty. They know it'll get back to them if it's us. They pay big money to get us to do it too." Sam explained.

Bucky looked down to the drive in his hands, "Alright, so terrorists want it, the US wants it, and it's our only leverage to get Steve, what is it?"

"Beats me. Nat described it was the Michaelangelo of viruses. Said only the best of the best could make it let alone break it or control it." Sam shook his head as Bucky put it on the table.

"All our answers are on that drive, and we can't reach them. Fantastic." Bucky sighed.

"I think we'll have to find another way." Sam glared at the drive.

"So basically we could fly blind and take a whack at a few big underground players or we need the best virus's cracker there is. Don't suppose you'd happen to know one of those would you?" Bucky joked darkly.

He brooding stared at the drive trying to figure out what to do next when he realized Sam hadn't responded to the joke even to huff. Looking up Sam had this odd expression on his face both thoughtful and frustrated.

 "I think I might."

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