Grace Jackson sat in the back of the black SUV with the tinted windows. Each bump in the road jostled her entire body. She was so nervous the tension was starting to get to her. She resituated herself in the seat, and looked up at the rearview mirror. The driver was still looking at her. Shouldn't he be keeping his eyes on the road? He obviously wasn't going to break the connection, so she looked away first.
I can't believe I got myself into this mess.
The driver hit another pothole in the road, and Grace felt like she was being thrown all over the back seat of the SUV.
About five minutes later, the SUV came to an abrupt halt.
"Don't get out," the driver said, as Grace was unbuckling her seatbelt. "We're not stopping here."
A tall, dark figure got in the back seat of the SUV with her, and slammed the door behind him. The figure nodded at the driver, and he pulled back out into the traffic.
"Miss Jackson…," the gruff, burly voice said. "We are not far away from your destination. We will be arriving shortly, and you will soon be starting your new line of work. You better be ready for this," the figure stated.
Her courageous side finally took hold at his words, and she said, "Excuse me, but I normally like to know who I'm speaking to."
The figure chuckled deeply. Not a cute, throaty, hot-man chuckle. No, a deathly, evil, chuckle. Then, he just continued to sit there staring at her, but she couldn't see him.
He slowly took off his hood and shades… Agent Coulson?! What the-?!
"I thought you were dead!" Grace replied.
He slowly said, in his now normal voice, "I am."
She just looked at him, dumbfounded.
"I am dead…" He said again. "That's why you're here. I have to remain under the radar, so you're the new me. Although you don't look like much, so I don't really understand why you're here."
"I am here because I was the best recruit for the job!" Grace replied, taking control of her anger. "I did 100% more than any of the others who applied for this job. I'll show you that I was meant to be here!"
He looked at her, and smiled as they came to a stop.
"Thanks Brutus," Coulson said, looking up at the driver.
Then again at Grace, he asked, "Are you ready to meet your new friends?"