Emily Letang was a rebel, but she never thought that she'd be in this situation.
Dressed in a dark blue tattered tank top and ripped black cargo pants, she stood in a darkened corner with S.H.I.E.L.D agents surrounding her. She let her eyes wander, frantically seeking a way out. Emily thought back to every street lesson she ever learned. She wasn't 100% sure how she'll get out of this one, obviously she couldn't attempt to seduce all these men and women to let her go, nor was she able to take them all out on her own; especially when more guns were aimed at her than she could count.
If she was sure of anything at this point, she was absolutely sure she wasn't bulletproof.
"Emily Letang. Please give yourself up now and no harm will come your way, I give you my word." One of the agents, seemingly the leader of the group, grabbed a microphone out of his car and was focused on bargaining with her. "But first, we need you to put down that pipe."
Pipe? What pipe? Emily looked down and her eyebrows furrowed. When had she picked up a pipe? Oh well, probably her street instincts kicking in.
"Ms Letang, I'm going to ask you again to please put down the pipe."
She snapped out of her train of thought, to realize she still had the pipe grasped tightly in her hand, body poised to either fight or to escape. Her temper flared. Who were these assholes anyways? She hadn't commited any crime, well except some small petty thefts, but it's not like she's killed anyone or anything. And they still had the nerve to come up in her territory, chase her down like an animal, and now force her to submit to them? Hell to the fuck no. Emily felt heat flood throughout her entire body, invading her senses and clouding her vision red.
That was the last thing she remembered before a tranquilizer dart was shot into her neck.