So this is the sequel I promised. I had it written out already, but after watching this weeks episode, I trashed what I had written and started over. I OWN NOTHING!

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Lindsey and Michael had been assigned to a position at the Hub. They were in security for now awaiting the assignment of their next op. That's when it all happened. The code popped up on the screen and an Agent at the panel behind hers tried desperately to decipher it.

The code rolled away revealing letter after letter. 'HYDRA.' It couldn't be. HYDRA had been destroyed over seventy years ago. Hadn't it died when Rogers went into the ice? Red lights began flickering in the room and sirens sounded. Chaos erupted around Lindsey as she rose to her feet. She pulled her glasses off of her face and her mouth fell open.

"No," she whispered incredulously. The monitors in front of her showed other agents being shot at and murdered. Blood splattered on one of the screens and she closed her eyes looking away. SHIELD was falling apart. Like her colleagues, it was being murdered by the hand of other agents.

Then, she felt the cold metal of the barrel of a gun press to her temple. Lindsey couldn't see who it was, but her eyes flickered across the room looking for a way out. There was a gun lying on the control panel just inches away from her hand and there was a knife shoved in the waistband of her pencil skirt.

"Heil Hydra," Michael said.

"Michael," Lindsey said her voice shaky. "You don't have to do this."

"That's where you're wrong," Michael replied. "You were my cover. I needed to get up in ranks in SHIELD. If I was close to the great Agent 72, I would surely be a level 6 in no time."

The words were like a dagger in her stomach, twisting with ever syllable. She knew he was telling the truth. And as she stood there trying to plot her escape, she wished he had died with the rest of their team. That way, she wouldn't feel the way she did. She could've gone the rest of her life thinking the boy she had fallen for actually loved back. That he was a good agent. But, he wasn't. He was going to kill her in cold blood. Michael was a bad man, a liar and a dirty agent.

She could hear the bullet click into place and feel his grip tighten on the trigger. With every gunfire that echoed through the room, she tensed terrified that the bullet being shot was going through her skull.

In one swift movement, she pulled her knife out of her skirt and elbowed him in the stomach eliciting a grunt. Lindsey slashed at Michael's arm slicing a gash. He fired the gun, but the bullet whizzed past her ear and dug a hole in the wall behind her. The gun fell out of his hand and clattered to the floor.

Lindsey landed a punch in his nose and his head flung back. She swung the knife, but his arm hit against hers blocking the blow. With expertise, he twisted her arm causing her to drop the knife. He grabbed it and swung it at her.

Lindsey jumped out of the way, but it still slit open the scar above her eye. She kicked him and the knife fell out of his hand sliding out of their reach.

They were evenly matched. Each punch was blocked almost effortlessly, every kick was countered. Lindsey had trained him, taught him everything she knew. Well, almost everything.

She launched her whole body at him wrapping her legs around his neck. She shifted her weight causing him to fall to the ground in a heap. She fell on top of him and recovered quicker than he did pinning him. His hand reached around for the gun only inches away from them. Lindsey kicked it out of his reach and grabbed it. Big mistake. He threw her off of him and she landed with a thud on the floor. Quickly, she came to her feet still holding the gun. She trained it on him.

With an evil smirk on his lips, his held his hands up.

"You can't shoot me," Michael said coolly.

"What makes you think that?" Lindsey asked removing the safety.

"You wouldn't kill the boy you love would you."

"No," Lindsey said. "But I would kill a traitor."

"I dare you," Michael said.

That was it. Lindsey fired the gun once. The bullet lodged in his chest. Then, another and another. With every step she took toward him, she continued to fire at him. Tears were in her eyes now, but she ignored them. Michael fell to the ground, but that stop her. She was standing over him now. He was dead, but she still fired. Then, the gun in her hand clicked. She was out of bullets.

She dropped the gun and grabbed the one still resting on the panel. Quickly, she unbuttoned her white blouse and disguarded it on the floor. She sprinted across the room and opened the weapons closet.

Lindsey could hear screaming in the hallway and hurried up. She strapped on a bullet proof vest and a loaded holster to her thigh. With shaky hands, she filled the pockets on her vest with various weapons and extra clips.

Lindsey peaked around the corner of door checking to see if the coast was clear. She ran down the hallway trying to ignore the fear boiling in her stomach. She needed to find an ally.

That's when she heard the sound of Coulson's voice. She followed it increasing her speed and found him with the rest of his team –minus Ward –in the lab. She ran into the room loudly.

"Lindsey," Coulson gasped.

Lindsey was a mess. There was blood dripping from her forehead, she was crying and she looked terrified out of her mind.

She ran toward him and let him wrap his arms around her body.

"Michael," she whimpered. "He's… He's HYRDA. I… I k-killed him. He tried to kill me."

"Shh," Coulson whispered into her hair. "It's okay."

What felt like an eternity later, she pulled away from Coulson. She inhaled a shaky breath and let it out wiping her eyes.

"We need to get out of here now," May said.

So that's how they ended up sprinting down the hallways guns drawn in full-spy mode. Lindsey led them through the maze of the Hub, knowing all of the back-ways out. And, where Agent Hand had hidden the Bus.

When they climbed onto the Bus, they had luckily only run into a few defected agents. Easily, they had taken them out. But now, there was no SHIELD. They couldn't trust anyone anymore. Until HYRDA came down, they would be on the run. They didn't know where they were going, just that they needed to go off the grid.

So as the Bus raised into the air, they sat silently not looking at each other. They didn't say anything either. Simmons was making the rounds, playing doctor and assessing injuries. She sat in front of Lindsey stitching up the cut above her eye.

"Do you thing I'll have a scar?" Lindsey joked shooting Simmons a sad smile as she wiped off her hands.

"I know you'll have a scar," Simmons smiled.

"Good, they make me look tough," Lindsey smiled.

May chuckled from her spot on the couch next to her. Lindsey leaned back so she was curled up on the couch. Melinda wrapped her arm around her pulling her close. Maybe she was a Level 8 SHIELD agent, that didn't mean she didn't have maternal instincts. She removed Lindsey's blonde hair from the untidy bun and combed her fingers through it slowly. Melinda watched Lindsey's eyes flutter closed and her ragged breathing even out. For now, Lindsey was safe. For now, they were all safe.

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