p class="western" style="margin-bottom: .46in; line-height: 100%;"br /span style="text-decoration: underline;"span style="font-size: 12pt;"Chapter 1 - A splash and a spark./span/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: .46in; line-height: 100%;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"span style="font-size: 12pt;" T/span/spanspan style="font-size: 12pt;"he world was black, her shoulders burnt like hell and that was when the water splashed in her face, her consciousness immediately adapting to her surroundings and counting the number of people she was in the room with and all escape routes that she could take once she dropped from the /br /Russo, the Italian police chief, was informing her that they had a deal with Quinn to allow safe passage of products through the Italian countryside, part of her mind was focusing on the situation and the other part was thinking about Coulson, her handsome Coulson. A lot had changed recently but nothing changed the longing that tugged in her heart every time she thought, saw or even touched him. br /br /Sometimes he entered her mind at inappropriate times like when she was flying and had also begun to cause lapses in concentration. Before she could even attempt to stop the police chief, she felt the knife sink into her shoulder and searing pain around the /br /After that, she didn't feel much and she knew from past experiences that the pain will not register with her, at least not so much anymore, Bahrain certainly helped with that department but the memories were safely hidden deeper than the depths of the Shield freezer. The only thing that she does feel is the warm trickle of blood running down her collarbone and breast following gravity to the floor below. She wondered if Coulson felt anything like this, how did his heart beat now it had been rebuilt? Did it beat for her, like hers beat only for him? Oh, she wished she had the guts to tell him but one thing was for sure, when it came to Coulson he was so out of reach and he only saw her as a best friend, a confidant and shoulder to lean /br /She looked down and saw the knife sticking out of her, boy was she beyond pissed, the Police chief looked so smug like he had won a victory and was about to win the war but he heard a voice say, "That's just what I needed." Before the police chief could even raise a pinkie finger or register what was going on, he was staring at one very wet but a very unrestrained Melinda May. The look on her face would make the fiercest of men run and Russo was no different, he might be a traitor but he was not /br /No less than 5 minutes later, Melinda May surveyed the unconscious bodies scattered across the floor but noticed that Russo was missing. A searing pain shot through her shoulder where the knife was, she notice something was wrong with the wound, it was still seeping with blood and had a green sticky substance surrounding the wound. She grabbed a dirty, mud-ridden cloth from the desk across the room and put it over the wound, she knew there was a chance of an infection but she had more important things to be thinking about. She looked around and notice that Russo had disappeared and her heart stopped, her first thought, as always was Phil Coulson. She knew where Russo was heading and whom he was heading for, no way while she was breathing would he make it to his /br /She set off at a record speed and left only the dust of the earth behind her and the sunshine lighting her steps as she went. She would die if Coulson was killed, the very thought caused a pain in her chest greater then any knife ever has or /br /She came across the little white truck and knew she needed it to get back if she was ever going to stop Russo from his one-man mission. She hot wired the truck and heard the engine roar to life, the blood rushing round her ears and pumping through her heart. The wheels screeched in the dirt as she hit the accelerator and moved like a bat out of hell./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: .46in; line-height: 100%;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"span style="font-size: 12pt;" T/span/spanspan style="font-size: 12pt;"he world was black, her shoulders burnt like hell and that was when the water splashed in her face, her consciousness immediately adapting to her surroundings and counting the number of people she was in the room with and all escape routes that she could take once she dropped from the /br /Russo, the Italian police chief, was informing her that they had a deal with Quinn to allow safe passage of products through the Italian countryside, part of her mind was focusing on the situation and the other part was thinking about Coulson, her handsome Coulson. A lot had changed recently but nothing changed the longing that tugged in her heart every time she thought, saw or even touched him. br /br /Sometimes he entered her mind at inappropriate times like when she was flying and had also begun to cause lapses in concentration. Before she could even attempt to stop the police chief, she felt the knife sink into her shoulder and searing pain around the /br /After that, she didn't feel much and she knew from past experiences that the pain will not register with her, at least not so much anymore, Bahrain certainly helped with that department but the memories were safely hidden deeper than the depths of the Shield freezer. The only thing that she does feel is the warm trickle of blood running down her collarbone and breast following gravity to the floor below. She wondered if Coulson felt anything like this, how did his heart beat now it had been rebuilt? Did it beat for her, like hers beat only for him? Oh, she wished she had the guts to tell him but one thing was for sure, when it came to Coulson he was so out of reach and he only saw her as a best friend, a confidant and shoulder to lean /br /She looked down and saw the knife sticking out of her, boy was she beyond pissed, the Police chief looked so smug like he had won a victory and was about to win the war but he heard a voice say, "That's just what I needed." Before the police chief could even raise a pinkie finger or register what was going on, he was staring at one very wet but a very unrestrained Melinda May. The look on her face would make the fiercest of men run and Russo was no different, he might be a traitor but he was not /br /No less than 5 minutes later, Melinda May surveyed the unconscious bodies scattered across the floor but noticed that Russo was missing. A searing pain shot through her shoulder where the knife was, she notice something was wrong with the wound, it was still seeping with blood and had a green sticky substance surrounding the wound. She grabbed a dirty, mud-ridden cloth from the desk across the room and put it over the wound, she knew there was a chance of an infection but she had more important things to be thinking about. She looked around and notice that Russo had disappeared and her heart stopped, her first thought, as always was Phil Coulson. She knew where Russo was heading and whom he was heading for, no way while she was breathing would he make it to his /br /She set off at a record speed and left only the dust of the earth behind her and the sunshine lighting her steps as she went. She would die if Coulson was killed, the very thought caused a pain in her chest greater then any knife ever has or /br /She came across the little white truck and knew she needed it to get back if she was ever going to stop Russo from his one-man mission. She hot wired the truck and heard the engine roar to life, the blood rushing round her ears and pumping through her heart. The wheels screeched in the dirt as she hit the accelerator and moved like a bat out of hell./span/p