"Both of the last two, really." The Suit informed Blint, "By the way, who do you think told us where to find you? We give ARGUS something, they give us you. We made a deal." He continued, pulling a knife from one of his suit's pockets. The agent used it to cut the straps that kept Blint tied to the chair, "We don't know just yet if you'll need to kill anyone, but we need you in a position to do it if asked."
"You've been very loud, very flashy, easy to bury if anything goes wrong and easy to bury if you do your job right. You don't live in a world where you can burn down buildings in major cities, leave swathes of bodies behind you, and not suffer any consequences, David. So, for your sake, try to be discreet. We don't need a hammer, we just need a killer." The agent said, digging his free hand into his pocket to retrieve a photo.
He handed it to Blint, along with the knife he just used. "That's General Sam Lane, Air Force. Father of the former journalist Lois Lane. We need you to follow him, he could be leaking sensitive information to the press. Langley, ARGUS, all of us, we don't need another scandal." The Suit told David, "We're dropping you at the Whistler Hotel, it's where Lane is sleeping while he's in Washington. You have a room there under the name David Carisi. There's clothes, weapons, and other equipment waiting there."
"An agent will get in touch with you after you check in."
The vehicle they were in came to a stop as the agent finished speaking, a door behind Blint sliding open. "Hop to it, David. You've got a whistle blower to take of for your country."