When she got out of here, if she got out of here, she was going to kill Robert Gonzales for his oh so brilliant plan of infiltrating Coulson's Shield. That was Isabelle's first thought as her eyes opened to blinding pains shooting down her arm, or where her arm used to be, anyway.. She closed her eyes for a moment, fighting hard, trying to slow her breathing and bring the pain under some sort of control. Pain, she didn't have time for pain. She needed to remember what happened.

Coulson. Military base. He had sent her people and pretty much every field agent he had on hand onto a military base in search of the 084 that Hydra was after. She forced her eyes open, forced herself to try to breathe through the pain as she tried to pull her memories together. Found the 084. She remembered finding the 084, and then she remembered stupidly opening the 084 container because Gonzales had wanted to know everything about Coulson's operations and the kinds of things he was looking for. Stupid, stupid, stupid, and that was before she even thought about her actually picking up the 084 with bare hands. The entire thing infiltrating Coulson's operation was insane and how in the world had she ever agreed to go along with it? When she got out of here, she had to contact Bobbi, had to have a talk with Mac, had to convince them that they were making a big mistake. Gonzales was wasting all of his time focusing on Coulson, was holding back resources that could be used for stopping Hydra and for what? The entire thing made no sense and she wasn't sure how she hadn't seen that it hadn't before. Maybe having her arm cut off in the back of a car was good for at least one thing, anyway, bringing her to her senses. Her arm. Touching that thing and what it did to her arm, the pain so bad that she hadn't been able to argue with Hunter when he drug her out of there, hadn't been able to argue with him that she was sure that Coulson had a plan for pulling his people out that wasn't the cars they came in there in.

Okay, arm, the car and Hunter cutting her arm off. She remembered that. That was good. The car. Creel was there in front of the car. A crash. The car had crashed. She thought she remembered that, anyway, but her memories after stupidly touching that thing were blurred in a haze of firy agony. She thought a crash was right, though, and more pain shooting through her, pain and shock so bad she wasn't sure if she had passed out for a bit or been frozen in place by agony.

The car crashed. The car crashed and somehow she had ended up captured by Hydra in the aftermath. Hydra. If they had her did they have…. She had a bad feeling about Idaho, but Hunter, she had some dim memory, foggy from pain, of hearing him in the car in the aftermath of the crash. She shook her head, which caused its own pain, but at least let her focus a little. Hunter. She had heard Hunter, she was sure of that. She had hear him but she had been too dazed and painstricken to call for him. She had heard Hunter and…. May. She had heard May there, and she suddenly had hope that Hunter might be safe but how had she been taken prisoner? As much as Hunter tried to play at being the uncaring mercenary, she would trust him with her life, and knew he wouldn't just abandon her to save himself. But maybe…. She had been hurt, and Coulson's medical assets had been stretched almost to their limits. Maybe Hunter and May had decided that leaving her there, where Talbot's people would capture her quickly was her best chance for getting the help that she needed? A workable idea, but apparently Shield wasn't the only thing that Hydra had infiltrated because she was in their clutches after she assumed Talbot's people had captured her.

There was no light in the cell she was in, only a tiny glimmer coming in from under the door that didn't offer her nearly enough light to offer her any help in assessing her position and hopefully finding some sort of tool she could use to get out of it. She pulled herself into a sitting position, despite the pain that shot down her missing arm with the movement. She cautiously felt around with her good hand. Her back was to some sort of stone wall, no blanket or bed, at least not where she had been lying. No light meant no bulb she could break for shards of glass to use as knives. Not good, she had been in worse situations, of course, but this was the first time that she had a missing hand on top of an awful situation to deal with. If she could just get control of the pain, if she could focus through it, surely she could figure out some way to get out of here, though.

As she struggled, trying to force herself to focus, Isabelle suddenly noticed something, a noise from the other side of the wall. a soft moaning.

"Hey! Hey!" Isabelle called as she turned and pounded on the wall with her good hand, even though the movement caused her almost blinding pain. "Is someone there?"

"Who…. Who are you?" A woman's voice called back a few moments later, pain dripping from every word.

"Isabelle. My name's Isabelle. Isabelle Hartley." Isabelle called.

"Victoria Hand." Victoria called as she tried to find a position on the floor that didn't cause more pain to her battered ribs and throbbing wrist.

"Hand? You're Shield, right?" Isabelle called. "Coulson mentioned you. He thought you were dead. What happened?"

"You're one of Coulson's people?" Victoria called.

"Sort of. It's a little complicated, but yeah, I'm with him." Isabelle called back, realizing that it was true. From the short time she had worked with him she had liked Coulson, she had liked his people, and maybe the situation wasn't perfect and there could be improvements, but what Gonzales was planning was an absolutely terrible idea that she was getting herself, Bobbi and Mack out of the second she got out of here. Well maybe she would get them out of it after she got out of there and got a few painkillers for her arm. As bad as Gonzales' plan was, it could probably wait a few minutes until she got some painkillers, she was sure. "What happened to you? How did Hydra get you? This is Hydra and not a really ticked off Glenn Talbott, right?"

"Definitely Hydra. Ward shot me, but luckily," or maybe it was unlucky, she silently thought as she tried to move and let out a moan as pain washed over her from the attempt. "Luckily, they decided that I had more value alive for intelligence. They had someone patch me up, and then handed me off to one of the other heads for intelligence gathering." She moaned again at the throbbing in her ribs. "How long? How long has it been?"

"Six months, maybe?" Isabelle told her. "How bad is it?"

"Broken ribs, fractured wrist, I think." Victoria said. "It's been worse." Six months. She felt a tear slip down her cheek thinking of it. "How bad? We lost the Fridge, didn't we?" The Fridge. The Fridge was totally her fault. She should have just shot John Garrett as soon as they captured him. Surely Coulson would have understood under the circumstances. The Fridge, and all of the good people who had been there, and all of those criminals let loose on a world that wasn't ready to face them…. "How bad? Did they get Garrett? And Ward?"

"Garrett's dead. They have Ward locked up in the basement, wanting to see what intelligence they can get from him. Not that he's been very cooperative so far, from what I've been able to tell." Isabelle told her. "He did a number on Coulson's people. Dumped the two scientists into the middle of the ocean in a medpod and almost drowned them, kidnapped the little hacker once and then tried again and threatened to rape her. I would have just shot him. Anything that he gives them, if he ever actually does hand something over isn't going to be something I would trust. He's got sociopathic tendencies at best, if he isn't a full blown sociopath."

"Should have just shot Garrett." Victoria murmured, and then let out a scream of pain as she coughed and agony shot through her ribs.

"Hey! hey, it's okay. It's okay. Listen, you just stay quiet right now, okay? Don't try to talk. It'll just make your ribs worse. You just rest for now, okay? Rest and try to get some strength, because we're going to figure a way out of here, I promise."

"A way out?" Victoria whispered, for the first time a flutter of hope washing over her along with the pain.

"We're getting out, I promise, and Coulson's going to be absolutely thrilled to get you back" How they were getting out she didn't know. She was hurt and Victoria was hurt. Somehow, they were going to get out of here, though.

"He didn't forget?" That was one thing that she hadn't anticipated would bother her, the thought of being forgotten, but it had. Shield had been her life for so long. She hadn't expected this feeling but she wanted the organization she had devoted herself to to remember her.

"They remember. And they'll be thrilled to get you back. Just rest, okay?" Isabelle told her. Broken ribs. She really didn't want Victoria moving around too much and risking one of those ribs puncturing her lung. "We're going to get out of here, I promise." She didn't know how, but they were going to get out of there somehow.