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Prologue
I don't know anything.
Stop. Stop.
"STOP!"
Skye woke up in a sweat, darkness surrounding her vision.
A hand touched her shoulder gently. "Are you alright?"
She jumped out of bed, her hand reaching out for her robe draped over the chair.
He jumped up too and switched the bedside lamp on.
"Skye, it's ok".
"Stay back." she cried, tears starting to fall out of her eyes.
Ward jumped to her side and held her.
She slowly broke down, crying into Ward's bare chest as he rubbed her back.
After a few minutes of silent crying, he picked her up and carried her back to bed.
Chapter 1: The Mission
Skye had just gotten up when her cell rang. "Yes." She said, as she hurriedly made her coffee before she got in the shower. "Agent Skye." Said an all too familiar male voice. Agent Coulson, the newly inducted director of S.H.I.E.L.D. "Have you read up on all the information regarding your mission?"
She sighed. "Yes I have. I'll check back with you in a little bit. Getting ready".
He hung up after saying goodbye.
Skye jumped in the shower, quickly and efficiently.
Once out, she dressed in a black t shirt, jeans, leather jacket and boots.
By the time she made it outside of the Hotel Carlton, it had started to rain. Little splashes from the puddles she stepped in made their way into her boots. Shivering slightly, she made her way to the Hydra Loyalist club called The Dragon.
Once inside, she went over her cover information before hitting the bar.
She sat down on one of the bar stools and the bartender slid over a water. She smiled in thanks and looked around the semi-large club. It was old in some aspects, however the floor showed evidence of being redone in recent years. The lights reflected off of the floors, creating a disco-esque feel. It could have passed for a high-class establishment, had it not been for the worn wooden tables. She had heard about this place, directly from Coulson, who had intel on Hydra functions.
She saw a slightly bald man heading towards her. He looked about mid-late 50s and wore a collared shirt paired with a business jacket that had seen better days. He held out his hand towards her. "Hi. I'm Tom" "Skye." she replied and then everything went dark.
That Night
Skye woke up in a dark cell. Groaning, she went towards the bars to see if she could attempt to escape her prison. As soon as her hand collided with the bar, an electric current sent her crashing into a wall. Moaning again, she tried to carry herself to the makeshift bed but failed. The current had literally sapped her of energy. She passed out on the floor.
Ward had been hiding out in the establishment, carefully watching Skye. When he saw her get knocked unconscious, he carefully snuck out the back of the club and watched them load her into a waiting van. He sighed and walked to his own vehicle and proceeded to tail them.
The van approached an abandoned factory on the outskirts of downtown New York City.
He parked his van a few feet away from the factory as to avoid detection from the Hydra loyalists. Holstering his gun, he departed his vehicle and headed in.