Rumlow stared at Coulson and made a visible struggle to keep his expression neutral for the explanation. It made no sense after all, given the reality that he knew. How in the hell could their be no way out, no staff, no STRIKE, no nothing? Just a bunch of people who came and went like this was the damn country fair?

"That doesn't seem like a proper reality to be involved in," he said simply. "What do you know, sir?"