Mike can almost hear her smiling though the cellphone. "So, now that you understand the situation, I'd like you to tell me a few things. A great starting point would be, say, how did they cure you?" She purrs, but he can hear the underlying curiosity. Good, a question he can answer truthfully. "I don't know" He says curtly, trying to listen for any signs of his son. "Oh" Raina says, sounding disappointed. "But do you at least know your savior's name, know the one who cured you?" She asks sweetly. Simmons smiling face flashes through his mind, and he already feels the guilt digging at him. But the last person on Earth that he loves, his only child, hangs in the balance. "A scientist" He says, trying to avoid the inevitable. "Do you at least have the name? Or do I need to remind you who's life hangs in the balance here?" She asks her voice sweet, but he knows that the sweetness is only hiding the poison. He moistens his lips nervously, because he knows that he's betraying the people that have been the kindest to him. But when it comes between family and work, family will win out every time.
Mike walks Jemma out to meet them, his heart and head filled with conflict. Jemma looks up at him smiling nervously, and he has to keep himself from shoving her away, yelling that it's a trap, and he is so, so sorry. She touches his arm. "Don't worry. We'll take good care of him until we get you back" She says brightly. How does she have so much faith in his good intentions? He wonders. Raina and the two supersoldier guards appear into view, holding weapons. He can hear Simmons gasp. This is the first time she's seen them up close. He feels himself tense up. They stop in front of them.
"We're here, like you asked" He says hoarsely. Raina studies him carefully, then looks at Simmons. "And who might you be?" She asks. Simmons answers firmly "I'm Simmons. I'm a friend" . I'm a friend. The words reverberate through his head, but he's come too far. Raina nods, digesting this information. Then she snaps her fingers, and his son appears from the car. He flies towards him, yelling "Daddy!" His son hugs him around his waist, and Mike leans down to hug his son. "I kept my promise. Now you keep yours" Raina says smiling. The one of the soldiers grabs Simmons, holding her arms behind her back, and with another arm holding her in a gentle choke hold. Simmons struggles, her brown eyes wide and frightened. "Mike, what's going on?" She questions, her voice trembling. Mike takes one glance at her, and the guilt turns to anger. He grabs Raina, holding her throat. "Let her go" He whispers dangerously into her ear. "Or I'll kill you" He snarls. She smiles "What will your son think? Oh wait, one of my guards has a gun at his head. If he shoots, well, your son won't be doing much thinking, will he?" He curses softly, then lets her go. "C'mon son, lets go" He says, turning away from Raina and Simmons. "That's what I thought" She says. Mike hears a hiss. He turns back to see Jemma, eyes wide, hit with a tranquilizer shot. Her eyes go wide, and her eyes threaten tears. Then she collapses against the soldier holding her captive. No. He can't allow this to happen. He picks up his son, sprinting towards the car with Fitz, May, and Skye.
Ward watches through the scope of his rifle, waiting for Mike, the woman, and the soldiers to reappear. The woman reappears first, walking towards the car, followed by her soldiers. But no sign of Mike. Where is he? Ward tries to keep himself calm, though he feels a twist of fear in his stomach. Somethings gone wrong. He focuses his aim on one off the soldiers. The soldier turns towards him, exposing his vitals to the gun. A perfect shot, if it wasn't for what was shielding him. Simmons. Simmons is curled up against his chest, her body limp in his arms. He flips the view to heat signals, desperately hoping that that she's alive. As her heat signal shows up on the scope, he breathes out. Thank god she's okay. He flips his comm phone open and dials May. "What's going on" He shouts into the Comm. "What?" May asks sharply. "Ward, what are you talking about?" She sounds cool and sharp, but he can discern a worried undertone in his voice. "Why do they have Simmons?" He asks sharply. He can hear Fitz's sharp intake of breath. "Jemma?" He asks breathlessly. "Yeah, why's she gone?" Ward asks impatiently, but he has the sick feeling in his stomach that this wasn't how it's supposed to go. Skye's voice comes on the line "Mike's here, with his kid. I'm going to check it out" She says, and the car door slams. There's shuffling in the background, then Fitz's voice comes on the line. "Ward, do something! Isn't that your area? Get Jemma!" He yells at Ward, desperation and fear evident in his voice. "They're using Simmons as a body shield. I can't risk hitting her" He says into the phone. Ward still keeps an eye on the scene below. If only he could get down there.
They've vanished into the building just as Mike rushes back into view. A bubble of rage raises in his throat. He did this! He betrayed them, betrayed Simmons! It almost made him sick. Simmons had been the kindest of them to him. Ward recalled with hatred how she had smiled at Mike, and had helped convince everyone else that Mike was good. And he had gone and given her up the that woman and those super soldiers. Who knew what they would do to her. He aimed at Mike. Just as Mike reached the doors of the building, it exploded into a fireball. Ward fell back, his ears ringing from the explosion.
The helicopter took off, carrying them to the lab. Raina looked at the scientist in his arms contemptuously. He held her closer, trying to keep her from Raina's prying eyes. She rolled her eyes and moved off. He didn't understand why, but he felt strangely protective of her. He looked down at her again. He hadn't ever seen a scientist this pretty. He remember her light British accent, and the way she seemed to trust that man, Mike, was he called? He shook his head. How could anyone be that naive, especially working for the oppressive big brother? But she didn't seem evil. She curled into his chest, her head in the crook of his shoulder. He smiled down at the scientist, the one who was to be his savior.