SEASON 3 SPOILERS

Summary: The remnants of S.H.I.E.L.D. face more powerful threats with each passing day. In an attempt to even the odds, agent Daisy Johnson has started to form a team of fellow Inhumans to help take down larger threats. Possessing powers that they've only begun to control, the Secret Warriors search for other Inhumans, before they meet a worse fate at the hands of their enemies...

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"We are eight minutes from the drop zone!" May yelled back from the cockpit.

Skye gazed down and tugged the sleeves of her fitted black suit. She pushed a little against the safety belts that kept her securely in her seat. The grey eagle mascot of S.H.I.E.L.D. stood out prominently on the shoulder. The other inhabitants of the loading bay wore matching outfits. Outside the Arctic winds were pummeling the plane at hundreds of miles per hour.

"Are we sure about this?" Lincoln now, fastened securely in his seat against the hanger bay walls of Zephyr One. Skye struggled to see the details of his face in the dim reddish lighting.

"We have to check."

"Someone you knew?"

"You could say that."

"Are we sure he's alive?"

She chose not to answer back.

"I think Fitz has finished the analyzing the scans we took earlier," said Joey, gesturing with his head to the overhead screen.

Skye checked. The mounted TV Coulson had installed for briefings showed a zoomed in view of the desolate frozen landscape they were about to jump into. As she watched different layers of the ice were highlighted in different colors. The thicker parts were shown in shades of green. The edges were marked very clearly in red. She knew that outside, the plane's powerful sensors were battling through the snow to get a clear picture of the ground beneath. In the top right corner she spied a small revolving globe, marked with the ocean currents that had led her to plan this mission.

It felt like so long ago, poised on the upper levels of the cargo ship. Rifle in hand, aiming down at the deck below her. At him. A Shield academy student turned agent, turned traitor. She replayed him falling into the water in her mind, with him reeling back with the power of the shot. The ice forming around him. Falling into the North Atlantic Ocean. The official report saying that no body had been found in the watery depths. She had been hoping since then, beyond hope…

On the slightest chance he might be alive.

Fitz appeared in the doorway, clutching a tablet computer in one hand and the railing in the other to keep himself steady in the rocking plane. "Just remember," he said, breaking her thoughts,"we can't give you that much time. Your calculations with the ocean currents have narrowed the area you'll have to cover, but it's still massive. Your uniforms are as warm as I can make them, which means you'll be fine on the surface, but-"

"-water will pose a serious risk of hypothermia." She finished promptly.

Fitz nodded. "The conditions are too severe to land the plane, but we'll send down a containment module to ferry you all back up."

The trio-Daisy, Lincoln, and Joey-nodded in unison.

Joey pulled his thick fur-lined hood tighter. "Daisy's simulation showed this guy, Donnie, as having a possibly frozen underneath almost a dozen feet of harder-than-concrete ice. How would we get him out then?"

Fitz gestured to the grey drawstring bag by Lincoln's feet. "Specialized explosives. Just enough to clear away enough of the ice that we can haul him out with the plane after you send back the all-clear. We'll be circling out in calmer airspace until then."

"One more thing," said Joey again, bouncing against the all-too-tight seat-belt with nervous anticipation.

"Mmhmm?" Answered Fitz.

"Just in case...should we take those weapons you've been designing for us?" Joey asked hopefully.

Fitz cracked a smile. "Still in progress, though I'm sure you'll find the Icers in your packs more than capable."

Joey did his best not to look too disappointed. Lincoln turned in his seat as Simmons walked up to stand beside Fitz, placing an arm around his waist.

"I added a few high-energy foods to each of your packs," she said, gazing at the trio, "you'll need them." She gazed up at Fitz, "we should head in, we've almost arrived."

Fitz nodded, and together with Simmons wished the team good luck before heading back through the sliding door. The light above it turned from green to red as it locked in place.

Daisy, Lincoln, and Joey glanced at each other from across the wide space. The roof sat high above them, supported by the internal metal frame of the plane. Daisy sat on the left side, while the two guys sat on the right. Between them was a large grey-white package, a secure storage box, with its huge parachute carefully strapped on top. It was roughly the size of a small car, and contained ground transportation in the form of snowmobiles which were specially designed by Fitz, and temporary shelter if they were caught in a blizzard.

There was a burst of static overhead before May's voice came in again over the intercom.

"Two minutes!"

Daisy thanked her S.H.I.E.L.D. training as she unbuckled herself from her seat, stood, and stretched before double-checking that her parachute was properly packed and strapped to her, before doing the same for Lincoln and Joey. Sparky's hair was beginning to stand on end, and tiny shocks arced between his foot and the floor every time he raised it. She smiled at their nervousness. They slipped on masks to protect themselves from the wind and to help with visibility on the ground. Fitz had also included oxygen cylinders in their packs for the jump, that could be used also once they landed to help with breathing in the stark conditions.

"First jump for an operation?"

"Yeah," they both answered staring at each other through their masks in unease.

"Don't worry, you'll love it."

They stood in the Zephyr One's loading bay, waiting for the door to lower, the briefing screen throwing up shadows of them onto the packaged snowmobiles.

Daisy gestured to hand-holds along the side for the other two to hold onto.

"The package is going to slide off first and automatically deploy its parachute once it reaches a certain altitude." started Daisy, in a rehearsed tone.

Joey continued, "We have to wait until we know it has passed a safe distance from the plane before jumping ourselves"

Lincoln finished, "and then we have to find it once on the ground."

"Right, both of you." Daisy relaxed a little, leaning against the aircraft's wall. She missed the Bus.

The intercom again. "20 seconds!"

A series of low beeps growing progressively louder echoed through the confined area as the loading bay door started to lower, drastically lowering the temperature of the space and introducing a bright white light that flooded in through her mask. She shivered. Between the warning sounds of the now fully open door and the howling wind she could hear nothing else.

She signaled to Joey and Lincoln with her hands. They nodded.

She outstretched her palm and concentrated. The rectangular container started slipping down the hangar door. She gave it a final push with her powers as it exited the plane and was caught by the wind, whisked away by its strength. She glanced up at the screen, which now showed Zephyr One in red, their outlines in cobalt blue, and the package quickly falling away in sapphire.

The screen switched again to the breakdown of their target landing area. It was still glowing a bright emerald, thick enough to support their landing.

She checked her watch, knowing they were doing the same. Daisy held up her hands, all five fingers up. One by one she lowered them.

Then she closed her fist, let go of the handhold, and got a running start down the metallic flooring of the plane, boots echoing against the floor, her team close behind her.

And they jumped into the white abyss, snatched away by the swirling vortex.