[Ah, so there definitely was someone else, Rumlow thought. This was now worth some digging and investigation on his part. It was better to know and tie up any loose ends that apparently (other?) him left? He was still trying to wrap his head around that notion, but then again, he had seen some weird shit in his day, including alien armies from the sky and Norse gods. He always suspected that HYDRA had some weird cloning project to keep the science geeks happy.] Well, if you think of anyone, feel free to let me know. Luckily there is a town notice board, so maybe I'll be a gentleman and put up a letter. [He raised his hands and spread them as if putting up a banner as he said at the same time.] Need an insincere apology? Brock Rumlow is your man. Take my number, give me a call and I can assuage that feeling with firm and insincere condolences. Middle finger comes free of charge.

[He nodded at the same time that he shrugged, standing up again and tucking his hands into his pockets. He was definitely looking into this.] Oh yeah sure. My problems are my problems and yours are yours. There will never be any cross-over, but you know what, it was good meeting you, Jefferson. I always like to have a name to go with faces. You're a pal.