he who hesitates is toast

Goddamn Rogers anyway. Rumlow can't wait to have that sanctimonious bastard in his own sights. He's always wondered if a supersoldier could survive a headshot, and promises himself that if there's a chance, he'll find out.

But first things first, and the order of the day is to see Insight launched by any means necessary. As branch teams make their way down to the helicarriers to prevent anyone on the hangar crews from acting on any stupid ideas, Rumlow leads the assault on the control room. They break in with ease, as it turns out no one's given any thought to controlling access within the building. That's their mistake.

Most of the analysts all look the same to him, hunched over their computer screens and terrified. He picks out one and stalks up to him as his team spreads out through the room. "Preempt the launch sequence," he orders. "Send those ships up now."