It's not Pulp Fiction

Apparently, our team has been chasing these briefcases for a while. Where have I been? It seems I've been absorbed in my own world for too long. Division has acquired three out of four of these cases and have not opened them yet open due to some shenanigans surrounding them being booby trapped and probably destroying their contents by trying to open them improperly. Oh bother.
 
I don’t see the point of owning a motor car here in the city when I can just walk or call for an Uber, but tonight we’ve got our own personal lorry – I don’t know whose it is, but I think my boot stuck to something in the carpet, and it has the charming odor I would best describe as “last weeks’ burrito”. Just as I’m thinking for the twentieth time that our destination can’t be soon enough, The Hot Shot stops the car, and we pile out.
 
It's obvious we’re in the right spot, there are two Black Talons looming large over the cityscape and Chiller and Ahem seem to be putting up a fight with them. Dragon Lady hits the ground running as I’m still checking the bottom of my boot. By the time I’ve looked up, one of the Black Talons has flown down the street and gunned down both Chiller and Ahem, which snaps me back to this world. I take to the sky to get a better view and feel a cool wind at my back as I concentrate on the pilot of that Black Talon, and as soon as I feel that connection with his mind, the Spirits flow through me and flood his mind with the shame and regret of his past misdeeds. His remorse only serves to give rise to the anger within me as I get a sense of the atrocities this worm has perpetrated. I imagine the pilot’s eyes rolling back in his head and think “That was for Rocket you bloody bastard.”
 
The odds are very much in our favor, and Dragon Lady extends a warm welcome into unconsciousness to the agents on the scene while Ghost and I give the Black Talons the same unfriendly treatment. At some point while I was engaging with my Black Talon, Ghost made a new friend and by the time she has alerted us that Orion was on the scene, he was already buried in the roof of a nearby building. All the other unfriendly neighborhood agents are out, so I ask Dragon Lady and the Hot Shot to grab the briefcase and the badly injured agents and get them in the car and get out while Ghost and I deal with Orion.
 
I can’t see where he went, even as I get closer. I keep closing and still can’t see him – it appears he’s erected an opaque barrier and I realize that’s why I can’t locate him. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and trust the Spirits to guide me to enact their retribution. His mind resists, but he will yield, and he will break; the Spirits clamour for him to pay for his past actions. The Spirits’ focus shifts abruptly and I’m seeing a vision across the sky as the “Starbird” is flying in – I must have caught a news article about it, because I know this is the vehicle “The Ultimates” travel in. I notify the team, and Dragon Lady and The Hot Shot get the car moving as I’m trying to get to Ghost, who breaks free. We’ve got what we came for, and she nearly breaks the sound barrier flying straight up as I kick the metaphorical spurs on my Spirit host – while not nearly as fast as Ghost, it’s still fast enough to get me out of there.
 
We get the fourth briefcase base to base and get them all together and they open on their own; thankfully with no explosion. If you’ve ever imagined what Vincent and Jules saw when they opened their briefcase, I can tell you that whatever you imagined was causing that golden glow was much more impressive than what we found. It was literally a scrap of paper covered front and back in scientific formulas. There were a few symbols and notations I recognized from my studies in physics and astronomy, but beyond those tiny snippets, it reads in circles to me. I’m not sure this was nearly worth dying for, but the resistance agent nearly did, so hopefully this means something to somebody, and they can figure it out in time for it to be of use to us.