Making sure she had everything the Asset set off. She wore a dirty hole ridden rag of a grey top that hung off of her frame with some cheap black leggings. Her hair was messed up into knots and tangles that she could no longer make any sense of. Finally her face was smudged with dirt and blood; in order to get inside she had to be smart and cautious otherwise she was a dead man –girl- so with her plan in mind she hotwired a motor cycle and made her way towards the inner workings of DC where she would find the building she needed. A few miles out she stopped and hid the bike where it wouldn't be found. She walked the rest of the way and once she was close enough she started staggering and hunched over as if she was in pain, finally putting her plan into action.

"Hello?" She called out in a fake timid voice.

"P…please i…i…is anyone there? P…p…please help me." She shouted gradually forcing more desperation into her voice.

"Put your hands in the air and don't move!" A male voice called out strongly.

With her arms raised lamely in the air she bunched in on herself making it appear as if she were about to collapse.

"P…please sir, the red men, the bad men. T…they took me. They killed my mama, papa and brother. I tried to fight them, I did, I swear, but they took me instead. This was 11 years ago sir. Earlier today they delivered me down the road, gave me directions, told me if I wanted to live I would get a message to someone called Fury, they told me to tell him that Hydra will start doing to others what they did to me if he carries on searching for them. Please sir help me. I … I ca … can't…" With that she fell to the floor, purposely smacking her head on the ground to knock herself out.

***Coulson's P.O.V***

I watched as the girl fell to the floor. I rushed over to see that she couldn't be more than 15-16 years old. But knowing Hydra she's probably just malnourished. She was in a rag of a grey top that was about 3 sizes too big, with black leggings that were so small they ended just below her knee. Her hair is in such a mess I think it will take 2 washes to get the dirt out never mind the grease. She was barefoot and looked so small curled up on the floor. From the little skin I could see she was covered in scars, burns and marks; the sight made my blood boil. This was horrific, even for Hydra. Tapping my com I spoke to Director Fury.

"Sir, there's a young girl here, from what she said I think she was captured by Hydra. They sent her here with a message for you. She delivered it just before collapsing. What should I do?" I reported

"Bring her in, take her to medical immediately! We need to ask more about that message." Fury replied urgently.