AN: I'm super sorry I haven't updated at ALL for such long time. Europe and prep for college is hitting hard. This is just a preview, more to come. Rate and review?
Prologue
It wasn't often that Leah questioned orders, but this evening had been an exception. She had received orders earlier that day that she would be serving as an escort for precious cargo. Two things in the communication didn't make sense to her.
For one, she was a Covert Airman, status of Combat Pilot, who was always the first to call for delicate issues that still required a gun. Her training and handling of all aircraft made her the most desired and most knowledgeable Combat Pilot in the service. And when she was transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D. they put her to good use. Leah was always the one to run reconnaissance, covert strikes, and often enough was referred to for air support.
Secondly, she never delivered precious cargo. The only precious cargo she could even think of delivering would be a bomb that could level a city. And a payload that large was often set up for her AC-130 Spectre; a massive gunship that, while to public records had been decommissioned for production, was one of her personal favorites via S.H.I.E.L.D.'s resources.
Unfortunately for Leah, she took the orders a bit too literally. She was to actually fly in the Director and right hand agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. to one of the home bases. Walking to the Black Hawk Copter she had been assigned, she grumbled at the amount of information she lacked. All she had been told was that there was a Class 3 evacuation in progress at the HQ. While that wasn't much information to go on, and sometimes she had even less, she had at least assumed S.H.I.E.L.D. would provide a bit more information when concerning their operatives' safety and the evacuation of a Central Operating Base. As she made her way inside of her Heli, she wondered when she would next be able to have some down time.
She huffed as she went over the precautionary checks after seating herself in the pilot's seat, helmet and headset now on. Her blonde locks didn't totally fit due to its length, but she didn't dare cut it.
"CA Barton, checking in. Tower, do you copy?" She spoke up over the rotors beginning to warm up.
The reply crackled over the comm.
"This is Tower, we copy. Cargo is on the strip, please await boarding before departure. Over."
"I copy." She straightened and awaited the Director.
One she knew for certain, was that it was going to be a long time before she could take a proper leave. Whether it was for the best or for the worst, she'd just have to wait and find out.