May did her best not to knock the disorientated passer-by's over as she ran toward the source of the rapidly dispersing smoke. There was no flames which was good but May cursed as she saw Skye being thrown roughly into the back of a waiting military grade truck. It had already sped off by the time May had waded her way through the thick crowd. She spotted a child not too far away holding a leather jacket that looked very like the one Skye had been carrying.

'Where did you get that jacket?' May asked the scared child in perfect Indian.

'The girl who saved my brother and I, she dropped it. The big man took her.' The child replied, tear tracks glistening on his dirt stained face.

May groaned at the perfect timing. Coulson had decided to ring back.

'What the hell was that? Are you ok?' Coulson asked frantically.

'I am but Skye's gone. It was a smoke bomb you heard. Looks like a military operation but something here isn't right. I'll meet you back at the bus.' May hung up without waiting for a reply. Something had caught her eye. She walked over to an upturned table and picked up the shining device that had caught her attention. She was right, this wasn't military. This device looked far too expensive and new to be military. God only knows what they were doing with Skye.
-

Skye woke up with a start. She tried to raise a hand to her throbbing neck but found she couldn't. Upon further inspection, she realised her wrists and ankles were tied down to what looked like an operating table. Her clothes were stained purple from the smoke earlier and her brand new jeans had been ripped at the knees. Whoever did this would pay. She groaned in pain as her neck clicked loudly in her ear. Though she noticed she felt slightly more refreshed. There had been a drip attached to her hand.

'Tell me your name.' A man called from behind her. She couldn't see him but heard him moving. She heard the slap of rubber gloves being put on and the clinking of glass on metal.

'Why should I?' She spat back at him. He just laughed which made her more angry about the fact he hid from her line of sight.

'Good question. I suppose it doesn't matter. You work for SHIELD, that much matters. You don't seem smart enough to be one of their scientists so you must be one of Coulson's dim-witted agents he surrounds himself with.' The man goaded.

'Hey! Leave Coulson out of this. You would let me go if you knew what was good for you. I wouldn't want to get on SHIELD's bad side. You should see the last guy who got on SHIELD's bad side.' Skye said dramatically.

'Too late for that. Project centipede seems to already be on SHIELD's bad side.'

Skye tried not to seem shocked but her face betrayed her. Finally the man revealed himself. He had a threatening scar running from his forehead down through his eye and stopping at his nose. It looked raw and puckered, as if he had only received this recently.

'What happened to your face?' Skye asked.

'The last person I gave this injection to didn't like it very much. But that's what the straps are for.' He tapped the skin on Skye's inner elbow and readied the injection in his right hand. She held her breath and looked away hoping she didn't scream.

'Oh. I'm Doctor Green by the way.' He smiled malevolently and stuck her with the needle.
-

Where could she possibly be?' Jemma asked no one in particular. She was pacing the lab trying to think what Skye would do in this situation. Fitz was trying to get her to stop pacing and have a cup of tea to calm her nerves. "What nerves?" She had asked him angrily and he quickly shut up.

'Tell us again May, who was it?' Fitz asked. May jumped down off the lab counter top and rolled her eyes in frustration. They were getting nowhere and fast.

'I don't know Fitz. I'm just telling you my theories. Stop taking everything so literally.'

'Calm down you three. Anger isn't helping the situation.' Coulson said. Ward was noticeably absent. As soon as he heard the news he stormed off. He refused to answer any of their calls and directly disobeyed Coulson's orders to stay on the bus.

'Look, it's three in the morning and Fitz you're in your pyjamas. Go to bed. I'll call you all if anything new comes up.' Coulson ushered them all up the stairs while he went to pour himself a brandy. He was in for a long night.
-

Coulson was having a nightmare when he was woken up by May. He couldn't recall what was happening but one look at May told him there were more important things happening.

'Did you stay up all night?' May asked him incredulously. He shrugged his shoulders and yawned widely. May was picking bits of strewn paper and cups half filled with coffee up and inspecting them with a vague look of disgust.

'We can talk about your cleanliness later. Right now Ward is in the cargo hold. You're going to want to see who he has with him.' May took in a deep breath and half smiled before turning on her heels and leaving him to try order his findings. He didn't even bother putting a clean shirt on, whatever was down there could be related to Skye's disappearance and was urgent. He was sure people could forgive him for a little coffee stain and the odd crease.

Coulson almost did a double take. Ward, Simmons and Fitz stood in a semi-circle around a child of about ten and they were all talking.

'Excuse me? Is there not a rule about children on the bus?' Coulson demanded, his lack of sleep catching up on him and making him cranky.

'This girl isn't exactly a normal child sir. All of those atmospheric disturbances? I tracked them down to her. It took me a while and I had to call in a few favours but I found her. Sir this is Gajra. Gajra, this is the commanding officer of this SHIELD team. You can call him Coulson.'

Gajra extended her hand to Coulson who looked rather shocked. When he brought his hand up to shake hers he immediately retracted it. She had given him an electric shock.

'I am sorry. I cannot yet control it, sometimes it gets the better of me.' Gajra smiled guiltily.

'I'm sorry, what does?'

'My power. I'm afraid I have bad news about your friend also.' Gajra informed the group.