Rabat, Morocco -Oct 15 2013

A disguised Triplett wandered through a Moroccan market. The team had traced Quinn's chopper to the airport where he had boarded a plane bound for Morocco. It was far too hot for Triplett. He thought Malta had been hot but it was nothing on Morocco. He was dressed in long flowing robes and yet he still felt like they clung tightly to his sticky sweaty skin. Not far behind Trip, his inseparable partner, Monroe was also on the lookout for any of Quinn's men. They had been sent out with Agent Bobbi Morse to scour the streets while Agents Parish and Scott stayed in and sifted through CCTV feeds, much to Parish's annoyance. Garrett had insisted that he would be okay alone, as he went off chasing a mysterious lead. He needed some time to himself anyway – he was still mad about letting Quinn escape and starting this manhunt. Abruptly, Garrett came back on the comms.

"Hey guys, I'm back to join the party" he announced cheerily.

"What happened to your lead?" Parish asked moodily.

"It was a waste of time" Garrett sighed "How are the rest of you getting on?"

"Nothing yet Garrett but we're out searching the market while Parish and Scott sift through CCTV in the area" Morse replied, the rest of the team were a little too laid back for her liking.

"I know, 9 o'clock" Garrett advised.

Bobbi turned to see Garrett playing pretend tourist. He winked over at her. They continued to wander through the market for a couple of minutes, trying to blend in by stopping at the occasional stall when Scott found something.

"Okay guys, I've got one of Quinn's men. He's on the far side of the market. Sending you his location now" Scott announced proudly.

Morse, Garrett, Monroe, and Triplett warily kept up their act while moving towards their fresh target. Getting eyes on the target was the priority and once they had done so, they could more slowly and carefully advance on him. However, as soon as they got within 10 metres of the target, he bolted. The foursome gave up all hopes of blending in and hurried after him. The target disappeared into a building and the agents quickly followed. Bursting through the heavy engraved door, they found a small quiet house. There was a group of women sitting in the shade near the courtyard in dark, face covering robes. They jumped at the shock arrival of these unwanted guests.

"Did any of you see a man come through here?" Garrett pried, waving his gun about in their direction.

The four women reacted even more scared, huddling up closer together on the bench.

"I didn't mean to scare you ladies" Garrett laughed apologetically, lowering his gun.

"I don't think you did Garrett" Monroe interrupted, causing Garrett to turn and see two large men in the doorway.

"Is it just the two of you?" Morse asked cockily, she knew she could deal with them singlehandedly with her skills.

Morse lunged at the two men and Monroe went to loosen his silencer when Garrett crashed to the floor behind them. Monroe and Triplett turned to see that the innocent women who had been cowering on the bench had only been acting sacred. They were now coming at the agents with a selection of knives and other weapons.

"Oh, that one has no weapon, I'll let you take her" Triplett offered Monroe.

"If she doesn't have a weapon, maybe that's because she doesn't need one" Monroe gulped.

"I'll still let you take her then" Triplett replied, aiming his gun at one of the women.

Morse was swinging about the two men, giving them a beating with her impressive hand to hand combat skills while Monroe and Triplett clashed with the four women. Garrett dragged himself up from the floor as he rubbed the back of his head.

"What's going on?" came Scott's concerned voice over the comms.

"We followed that guy into a house and have ended up in a spot of trouble. I think we're onto something though" Garrett replied, slightly dazed.

Morse ran past Garrett and took down one woman with just a few blows.

"Don't hold back just cause they're women" Morse sighed to Trip and Monroe.

"We're not!" Monroe replied as he swiftly ducked out of the path of a flying knife.

Before Garrett knew it, his team had taken down each of the assailants.

"Well done Bobbi" he groaned.

"We could really use your medical skills Scott" Morse said, concerned about Garrett.

"I'm fine" he breathed heavily as Bobbi helped him up, "what do you think we got here?"

The four of them looked around.

"Looks like just a normal Riad" commented Monroe.

"Well if Quinn was here, he'll be long gone by now" Morse theorised.

"Nonetheless, we should still have a look around" Garrett ordered.

Parish and Scott were sat in a small room in their Riad base on laptops. They were keenly searching for any sign of Ian Quinn near the Riad that the rest of the team had stormed.

"If only I'd been there. That fight sounded like so much fun" Parish sighed moodily.

"It sounds like Bobbi handled it well" Scott replied.

"You know, I'd like to challenge her to a fight. I know I could show her up" Parish grumbled.

There was a knock on the door and Scott went to open it. Parish nosily peered over at the door and saw a beautiful redheaded woman, she returned to the desk. It must be one of their contacts Parish hadn't met. Debbie and Garrett had been a team for years before she joined them so it was natural that they had some secrets. Parish couldn't hear any of the muffled conversation but she could tell it was brief. Scott returned looking irritated.

"What's wrong Scott?" Parish asked.

"Well Kelly, it's time for me to go" Scott sighed as she packed up a few of her things.

"What do you mean?" Parish asked worriedly, while staring at her eerily calm colleague, something had changed.

"I wish I could've told you but John just wouldn't let me, I mean, I think he's being a bit rash but he's in charge here so who am I to argue" Scott rambled on as she calmly off the comms.

"What are you doing Debbie?" Kelly asked worriedly.

Debbie pulled her gun on Parish.

"You're going to kill me?" Parish protested.

Kelly raised her hands in a sign of surrender despite her knowledge that she could defeat Scott easily.

"I told you Kelly, John's orders. You know, I really wish he'd decided to bring you in on it – I think you'd make a good Hydra operative but he doesn't."

Parish was stunned at hearing two members of her team were Hydra so Scott took her opportunity and shot Parish in the leg.

"Ah!" Parish burst, grabbing her leg.

"Bye Kelly" Scott waved her gun as she headed for the door.

"You're a crap shot Debbie, it's just a flesh wound. I'll tell everyone about you and Garrett" Parish shouted after her.

"Oh Kelly, do you really think I'd just shoot you in the leg and let you go?" Scott asked.

With that, she dropped a large explosive on the floor near Parish and rushed away to safety.

"No, Debs, wait!" Parish yelled as she hobbled up to her feet.

The foursome had rooted around the Riad but found nothing. After their thorough search, they decided to head back to the Riad. As they made their way through the Moroccan streets, an explosion went off in the direction of the Riad.

"What was that?" Triplett exclaimed as the ground shook a little beneath his feet.

They watched the fireball go up in the air.

"Scott, Parish. Where did that come from?" Garret asked worriedly.

There was no answer.

"Scott? Parish? Do you read me?" he repeated.

"Oh my God" Monroe let out, dashing for the Riad.

When the team got there, all that was left was a pile of rubble. Garrett dramatically sank to his knees, he needed to pretend he was broken up about their deaths, even though he knew Debbie had survived.

"We need to get out of here" warned Morse.

"Kelly and Debbie were just murdered" Garrett fumed.

"Yes, and clearly that means they were found out, so we're in danger too" Morse explained.

"She's right John, if we don't get out of here we're just walking targets" Triplett chipped in.

Garrett got up from his knees and took his phone from his pocket.

"Victoria, we've got two agents down at my current location, we're evacuating immediately but we're going to need a crew here ASAP, and make sure there's a secondary team as protection."

He hung up the phone and the four agents harried away from the scene of the explosion, heading for the nearest S.H.I.E.L.D. base.