A few hours after intense discussion, the team had gathered that once they had entered the compound, a gas must have knocked them out because the only one with any serious head injuries was Skye. The team concluded that she must have hit her head when she was knocked out.
They sat in silence until the door suddenly banged open and a man dressed in uniform walked in. None of the agents knew who he was only that he was trouble. He wore a metal grip on his foreman with yellow orange liquid inside. Centipede. They had been kidnapped by Centipede.
The soldier placed a plate of old crumbly bread on the floor and a jar of dirty water. They decided to share out the bread equally and each took a turn at drinking the water. As there were no windows in the dull, grey room, it was impossible to keep track of time. Time passed slowly for the team, waiting to find out what was going to happen next.
By the time the soldier returned to them, the team was asleep. Somehow with all the grime on the concrete floor, they managed to find sleep.
The door swung open, banging against the wall, jolting everybody awake. The soldier returned with others.
"Separate them." He said, his voice was rough and ragged.
Two soldiers grabbed Ward and pulled him out of the room, whilst another grabbed Skye and followed Ward. The two of them were shoved into a room much like the other one, except this one was smaller. There were two chairs set up on the room. They were both shoved into each, their hands were tied behind their backs and feet strapped to the chairs.
The remaining soldiers grabbed Coulson and May and they were brought to a cell beside the one Skye and Ward were in.
FitzSimmons were left in the room, both of them suddenly feeling very alone and frightened.
"What are we going to do, Fitz?" Jemma asked, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I don't know Jem, we'll just have to wait and see, I suppose." Fitz replied, a solemn tone to his voice.
Unexpectedly, three guards walked into the room where Skye and Ward were. "The Clairvoyant wants to know details about the whereabouts and the purpose of the Sandbox." One of them said, tone never changing, as if he was a robot. "One of you will tell us the information we need, if you do not answer, the other will be punished, understand?"
Skye was scared. Her head was pounding. She wanted nothing more than to go back to her bunk and just sleep. She knew that Ward would never give up details about SHILED. She knew that she had to be strong and keep quiet.
Ward was worried. Not about himself, but about Skye. With every passing minute, she seemed to be more out of it. He was worried that she wouldn't be able to handle whatever came next.
The guards decided that they would be asking Ward the questions.
"Ward, please whatever they do, do not tell them." Skye pleaded with Ward. Grant wished it had of been the other way round. He was trained on how to deal with different forms of torture but Skye… they hadn't even got passed shooting a gun properly, never mind torture techniques.
"What is the Sandbox? What is the purpose of it?" Ward didn't answer, he just looked at Skye, eyes pleading that he was sorry. There was a fiery rage in his eyes that was growing. He was angry that he couldn't protect Skye, that he couldn't stop this no matter how hard he struggled against his bonds.
"Fine, then." The guard nodded to another one. The guard's fist was flown at Skye's face, whipping her head to the side and most likely worsening her concussion. Skye turned round to the guard and spat blood in his face. "You little bitch." That earned Skye another punch, this time to the stomach. Skye gagged and heaved up the tiny piece of bread she had had that day. Tears were dripping down her face, Ward couldn't bear to look.
"I will ask you again, what is the sandbox and what is its purpose?" Ward looked at Skye and then the guard. "Please… Grant, don't." Skye coughed. Ward remained ever silent, but on the inside he was screaming. He could feel the rage of berserker staff slowly flowing through veins, setting him on fire.
The guard didn't even say anything this time. He pulled out a gun, placed it on Skye's thigh, pushed it down hard and pulled the trigger. Skye couldn't stop the scream that escaped her lips no matter how hard she tried.
FitzSimmons were sitting in silence when they heard a gunshot and the unmistakable sound of Skye's screams. Tears welled up in Simmons' eyes. "No Skye, please no!" She shouted, whilst Fitz jumped up and began banging on the cell door. It opened and Fitz was forcefully shoved to the ground.
Coulson and May were in hushed conversation, discussing strategies to escape when they heard the gunshot and the screams. Their conversation immediately stopped. They knew they could do nothing, they only hoped their teammate and friend was okay.