In the eyes of Brock Rumlow, boxing coach, it felt odd to have a relative stranger treating him like an old friend, but as a man who knew there was a life before Wayward Pines, he welcomed it. He wasn't sure what training the local kids would do for SHIELD, but who was he to argue with Alexander Pierce? Plus, the idea of more funding was always nice. Rumlow was hardly motivated by monetary gains, but being able to afford more employees meant he could portion off his time otherwise spent at work on figuring out this damn town.

"Sure," he said simply. And Rumlow was certain, now that he'd given consent, that it would be done. Pierce was a man who made things happen, and that wasn't likely to lessen just because he was some school adviser or whatever.

"Just tell me what you need," he added, staring Pierce in the face with an unsettling amount of resolve. That unknown connection grew deeper the more they spoke, though Rumlow was still at a loss as to what gave it its intensity. He was never one to buck instincts, however and much like Pierce, he accepted it at face value.