A/N: Hi! My name is Hazel Jackson. I have published a couple of original works on Wattpad so check me out (I'm under the same username). This is my first attempt at a fan fiction. At first this story was an original work but it was widely based on Agents of Shield (tv show, not comics. Are there comics on Agents of Shield? I would guess so, I know there's comics on the Avengers. Oh, sorry, got off topic) so I decided to transfer it into a fanfiction. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism I will not be offended and I greatly appreciate it! I'll probably upload 2-3 chapters a week (most of them are pretty short) until I start writing new content than it will most likely move to 1 every 1-2 weeks but I will let you know because I like to stick to a schedule. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 1
Isabel pulled herself over the ledge and looked out across the yard. Men paced back and forth as they guarded the front door, the only entrance. None of them thought to look at the roof for intruders.
"Hey, try not to kill anyone. This is just a simple grab and bag," the voice spoke through Iza's intercom.
"No promises," she whispered back. As quietly as she could she grabbed the edge and swung her body around, easily dropping to the ground. The two guards at the front door were knocked out before they could call to their companions.
Iza easily slipped through the large warehouse door and hid behind a shipping crate. She peeked around to see that the object she was after was right in the center of the room. To easy. This had to be a trap of some sort. "Hey Alex, I don't think this is going to be as simple as we thought. I need you to scan the area for any lasers or booby traps." A few seconds later she got a response.
She looked at her watch, only about thirty seconds before the people outside noticed that something was wrong. Iza's brain went into overdrive as she calculated her options. She moved away from the crate and crawled along the wall towards the middle of the room. Once she was centered she pulled a coin from her pocket and threw it towards her target. As soon as it hit the unseen lasers it was burned to a crisp.
Suddenly, guards burst through the doors. Iza ran towards a metal stairway and threw herself into action. She sprinted up the stairs, two steps at a time and hid behind a pole while dodging bullets. She was on a catwalk looking down over the warehouse.
Shots rang through the air as the guards tried to hit their target. Iza unzipped her backpack and pulled out a grappling gun. She only had one chance. Pointing the gun towards the rafters, she fired. It caught a beam.
With her backpack tied securely around her and her automatic turned on, she flung herself into the air. Iza flew down over the guards and grabbed the USB from its stand with one hand. She quickly pocketed it and let go of the rope. She was almost ten feet from the door, which was now swarming with guards. She counted five, she could take them out, but she needed a distraction. The small gun that was tied to her ankle was taken off and thrown into the guards that weren't near the door. It went off just as planned.
A roundhouse kick to one, a jab in the gut to another, the guards began to drop to the ground. Iza ran out of the warehouse and across the courtyard. She hopped on her motorcycle and sped away, towards the jet that was waiting to take her back to The Graves.