He takes the path into the corridor that leads to the file room and searches it as quickly as he can. He's not entirely sure he knows everything that's supposed to be there, but he figures he can spot gaps or missing pieces in a pattern easily enough.
There are a few, most of which make sense to him as being the kind of information that would have needed to have been transferred with him to his new handlers. Those will be ashes in the wreckage of a D.C. subterranean bank vault, so he doesn't worry about them.
He finds the program manual in the silo control room, discarded to the side on a table like so much trash. Bucky stares at it for a long, long while, considering, before he stashes it under his body armor, at the small of his back, and walks back out to the main chamber to wait for the others.
As he does, his glance, perhaps inevitably, is drawn to the chair with its heavy, violent crown. He crosses the chamber one slow step at a time to stand in front of it, studying it in silence.
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There are a few, most of which make sense to him as being the kind of information that would have needed to have been transferred with him to his new handlers. Those will be ashes in the wreckage of a D.C. subterranean bank vault, so he doesn't worry about them.
He finds the program manual in the silo control room, discarded to the side on a table like so much trash. Bucky stares at it for a long, long while, considering, before he stashes it under his body armor, at the small of his back, and walks back out to the main chamber to wait for the others.
As he does, his glance, perhaps inevitably, is drawn to the chair with its heavy, violent crown. He crosses the chamber one slow step at a time to stand in front of it, studying it in silence.