Chapter Two
"As you wish," Ward said menacingly, pointing the ICER at Jemma before pulling the trigger. Fitz rushed to catch her delicate form as Ward suddenly released his hold on her and lowered her gently onto the ground.
"Hurry along, Garrett needs your assistance as soon as possible. Follow me," Ward commanded, "Don't even think about trying to escape."
He pulled out 32 calibre round pistol and shoved the barrel of the end to the side of Fitz's temple. Fitz slowly raised his hands, palms facing forward in a reluctant surrender and started walking towards the Bus.
Agonising hours pass when Fitz heard the Bus touch down onto a landing runaway. Ward guided him from tight-locked room in which Fitz was kept to the cargo hold of the Bus.
The Fridge looked completely different from the last time Fitz remembered it to be. Rubble was strewn everywhere and it was clear that most of the cells and storage rooms had been cleared out of all that they had previously contained.
"Why are we here? I thought you were going to take me to Garrett," Fitz demanded. He could feel the point of the pistol digging into the small of his back as he guided Fitz through the unstable building of the Fridge.
"I am," Ward replied. He shoved Fitz through a blasted hole in the wall, through to what had been a previous hazardous items storage room.
Where there should have been rows of shelves ordered around the room, there now stood a high-class control centre. A rotating chair had been placed meticulously in the centre of it all and, in it, Garett sat watching the monitors.
"Well, you certainly took your time," Garrett remarked with his eyebrows raised, "Did Coulson and his team give you any trouble?"
"No, sir. I took care of them," Ward replied, ignoring the taunting tone in Garrett's own voice.
"Good. And did you remember to make sure that they couldn't follow?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, now let's get down to business then," Garrett said as he turned to face Fitz.