I'm not happy about it. I'm pragmatic. The compound is small enough that you take someone out, it will be noticed. And everyone has enough friends to make you some powerful enemies. You don't want enemies like that in a place as tight knit as this.

[He'd laugh at her thought that he's morally righteous. He kills who he's sent to kill. Barely cares about their crimes even now that he works for SHIELD.]

Like hell. I'm getting you someplace safe or you'll probably find out about the death penalty first hand, weather like this.