This long reflective snake, flowing across the Eurasian plain, is the Volga River. It rises in the Valdai Hills, between St. Petersburg and Moscow, and empties into the Caspian Sea.

There are cities on this river; many are river ports. One of these is Volgograd. Once, a great battle was fought here. Many Germans died, and twice as many Slavs died. Even so, the Slavs won that battle. Since then, Volgograd has been restored...and renamed.

The Fuhrer now comes here, to Volgograd, to watch gladiator matches. Many of the gladiators are Turkic, Mongolic, Manchurian, Koreanic, Northeast Caucasian, Northwest Caucasian, or Kartvelian. He pays them to kill their opponents, at the end of each match. If they spare their opponent, he usually kills them.

Markovburg, the capital of the New Reich, is also on the Volga River. The river runs through several parts of this city.

High over a channel, there's a broken window. Someone's leapt through it, to their death.

Downstream, away from Markovburg, the river flows. The channels merge south of the city, and aid the river's natural flow towards the Caspian Sea.

Out here, armored infantry vehicles are on patrol. They all bear the symbol of the New Reich. When they sense trouble, they stop. Teams of Reich gendarmes dismount, point their bayonetted rifles, grenade launchers, and SAWs around, and search the grass for attempting defectors. Often, some of them are degenerate. But even it they're white, they wouldn't try to defect, after all, if they didn't have something to hide.

Farther downstream, the Volga cuts deep into the land. In some spots, a Reichsman wouldn't dare rappel.

Down here, a wee black girl lies, on the bank. Far above her, a canyon wall towers. She's way too close to the river's rushing current. She's clad in white lingerie...and not much else.

There are broken glass cuts on her bare ebony cleavage. That window might've hurt worse than the river, when she leapt into it from many stories up.

She twitches, as a new host battles for control over her body. Before it all begins, she lies on her back. When it's done, she turns over, onto her flat chest.

Near her, the current slows. The atomic clock strikes noon, and the sun shines right into the gorge. The melanin in Lynn's skin starts to absorb solar energy...

Feeling hot in her strange sandy bed, Grant begins to wake. Not recalling what happened last, he makes plans, while rising, to address the remaining remnants of Hydra, on how to avoid the Avengers' hunting tactics...

And, he opens Lynn's eyes, and looks around. He knows he's on the Volga, near the Caspian Sea. But he has no memory of being assigned out here. In fact...as far as he's come in his Hydra career, he was kind of hoping he was past these kinds of assignments...if he's even here on assignment.

He looks around. He's starting to think that someone's tried to drown him in the river...

He notices his arms. They're ebony. And they're feminine. He's pretty sure these aren't his...

He runs his degenerate host's hands over his new face, and his new head. She keeps her head cropped. He likes how it feels... Even so, these aren't his...

He runs his hands all over his host's flat chest. These aren't his, either...

He bends over, and squeezes his new host's well-endowed ass. He gapes. As nice as this feels...that's DEFINITELY not his...

Overhead, a warplane flies. Grant shades his new host's eyes, and studies it. Strange; it bears a Nazi symbol.

Those must be some of his fellow Hydra men. They must be crazy, flying a plane marked with their own symbolism, out in the open, where the Avengers can see them. Don't they know that all of Hydra is blacklisted?

But then, a thought crosses Grant's mind. Hydra's symbol is an octopus; not a Nazi symbol. In fact, Hydra hasn't used the Nazi party as cover since WWII...

Grant stops, and thinks. He thinks maybe he's been sent back in time. He's not sure how... But that warplane is his first indicator that the world he's trapped in-the world his new bodily host is trapped in-isn't one where he's known, or recognized...by anyone.

But then, if Hydra can use the Nazis as cover once, Grant supposes he can again... Alas, he stops himself right there, and remembers his host's physical status. He's a little black girl, now; he wouldn't be welcome in white Nazi circles.

But then, the symbols on that plane aren't necessarily those of WHITE Nazis... Then again, as embarrassed and afraid as Grant now is, being trapped inside the body of a little black girl-white Nazi immaterial-he'd probably be wiser, if he kept a low profile, for a while...

But damn it, where to go? If that warplane is so proudly bearing Nazi roundels, then what hope is there, out here, for a little black girl in sheer white lingerie?

Grant takes NO pride in being trapped inside this host, BTW...as steamy as he's finding this experience. Already, Lynn's female hormones are mingling with Grant's mind. It feels great. Alas, Grant psychologically keeps his distance, where he can. He forbids himself from becoming what Hydra hates.

Plus, this black girl doesn't seem to have any mutant or Inhuman powers. Crap; Grant would've loved to be reborn as an Inhuman; Hellfire or Tucker Shockley would be his first choices, there...

Suddenly, a huge black vulture flies down, spiraling into the canyon. Lynn's emotions take over, as Grant sprawls her body out against the canyon wall, and screams like a girl.

Grant DOES scream like a girl...or rather, Lynn does. He had no idea women could get this scared... He'd hate to be stuck inside Agent 33's body, if Hydra ever become racist against whitefolk… (Slim and none, Grant hopes...)

The black vulture grabs her, with white human arms, leaps over the river, flies, and takes her high up, into the sky. As Lynn, Grant thrashes, screams, and begs to be let down.

The white man's arms muffle her screams, and comfort her. She relaxes...even if Grant remains skeptical.

"Relax," he whispers. "We're with the Freedom Fighters. You're safe now."

Beating his vulture-like wings, Black Condor soars across the Eurasian steppes. With his winged harness, he renders himself, and Lynn, invisible, while flying.

Grant is a bit disturbed, not being able to see anything around him, while airborne...as well as being trapped inside a little black girl's terrified body, while this is going on. Alas, this new reality he's in isn't giving him much of a choice.

He also has NO idea why nobody at Hydra ever told him about Black Condor. This guy seems cool...even if a bit old-fashioned. Unless, of course, Black Condor doesn't even exist, where Grant comes from, and... Grant's starting to perceive that it isn't just BODIES he's been swapped with...

Onward, Black Condor flies. Grant almost dreads to meet the ranks of degenerates who must make up the ranks of these "Freedom Fighters..." They sure have the name of something that Hydra would target, if this were Earth-199999...

Then again, something tells Grant that if that warplane was still around, Black Condor would be dogfighting with it by now. Here, he can feel Lynn being relieved, that that's not the case.

Grant's ashamed of her. And he once thought that black girls had SUCH big balls, when he was just a Ward bairn, being raised in a rural state with two brothers... But then, that's probably because back when he didn't know any better, a certain black girl showed him her pussy, and told her that with it, she would "control his life..." He's pretty sure her name was Anne Weaver...

OTOH, it could've been Tilda Johnson...