They sprung from the dining area and, their guns at the ready, raced down the stairs. They kicked down other men who attempted to attack but failed miserably. It didn't take long for them to dive down the stairs and check each floor as they went.
They met the basement door, kicked it down only to find.
"Nothing." Ward stated before kicking the wall. The basement was empty, no boxes, no crates, only a damned bookshelf and piles of dust.
May kept her gun cocked as she steadily walked over to the bookshelf. "Ward." She commanded him to 'come here' without having to say another word. Ward's head shot round to face her and she gestured to the half-empty bookshelf. "They couldn't have just ran out." May put her gun back in it's holster before moving the shelf, Ward keeping guard. She grunted slightly as she moved the 50 ton shelf from the wall. Behind it, as she suspected, was an underground tunnel but blocking their path was a small device which Melinda's eyes were immediately caught by. "Run!" She commanded dragging him away with her. Suddenly, a bright light and large bang erupted from the tunnel. A bomb.
The wooden bookshelf was on fire and in pieces, May and Ward were on the floor catching their breaths. "Sir, she's gone. Underground tunnels." Ward mumbled down the line with shame.
Phil slammed his fist onto the table with frustration. "This is not over." Coulson stared to FitzSimmons at the computers. "Fitz, track her bracelet. Code 0-0-8-5-2. Simmons, find out where those tunnels go. Ward, May, get back to the bus now." He ordered pacing back and forth.
"Already on our way, Sir." May informed as she quickly made her way to the van with Ward following. They drove just a few blocks down to the beach where the Bus was safely planted, hidden behind large trees and rocks.
They jumped out the vehicle and made their way to the group of nervous Agents. Ward anxiously jumped besides FitzSimmons who were desperately trying to find her.
"Sir there's some sort of... jammer, blocking us from tracking her bracelet!" Leo wailed angered "Right when we need the computer whiz, she gets kidnapped." Fitz tugs at his hair before trying to break the wall.
Meanwhile, Simmons worked beside him and quickly was able to load the tunnel system before. "Sir! A virus has infiltrated out systems!" She gasped trying desperately to resolve it but not having much luck. "Sir, it's trying to access our files!"
"Shut it down." Coulson demanded. "If they get a hold of our systems they could access any file from any data base." He explained grasping the back of Simmons' chair with anticipation. She quickly shut down the systems.
"We'll need to leave it down for half an hour for the systems to reboot." Fitz sighed rubbing his eyes.
"What? No! That's too long, what about Skye?!" Ward's face was desperately trying to mask the horror that was easily know.
"Agent Ward." Coulson caught his attention, his face shooting up to look him in the eye. "Skye is strong. They've done nothing to her, don't worry. The bracelet tracks her vitals and so far they're all normal." Or at least, they were before they shut down the Bus.
"She's not well enough trained, Sir... What if..." He had to catch his breath and calm his tone. "What if they torture her? She won't be able to take it." Ward stared with knitted brows, his hands restlessly pulling string from his pocket.
"She's strong." Phil sighed turning to the black screens. "She'll make it no matter what."
*A*O*S*H*I*E*L*D*
Skye was rudely awakened in a cold, damp room. It was so dark, there wasn't a window in sight and all the lights were smashed. Her head hurt but nothing more than that. She woke up after a few blinks and immediately felt the panic surge through her. She began to pull her arms and tried to kick but her hands were hanging above her head, wrapped in metal chains and her feet were strapped to a wall, also with metal restraints.
She could see the white, expensive coat laying battered on the floor. 'May is going to kill me.' She thought. She had to borrow clothes from Simmons and May to look 'more the part' as they put it. Simmons seemed to have fun playing dress up earlier, she was desperately trying to convince Skye to wear some big sunglasses but Skye's remark of 'looking like a douchebag' just made Simmons chuckle awkwardly and give up knowing how stubborn Skye was. The memory of before made her smile.
May had searched for the coat, she had explained it was an old family thing that she enjoyed the look of so kept. 'Crap.' Skye though on, 'She's actually going to kill me.'
She heard, suddenly, a door slam, creaking as it did, and footsteps quickly approaching. 'One? No more... Sounds like three...' Skye considered. She put on a poker face as the footsteps were deafeningly close. Her legs and arms were very exposed, she was only wearing a short, black dress - also May's - underneath the coat. She was freezing in the abyss.
"Turn on the light." One man slurred as he walked a few feet in front of Skye and put something down. Another grunted and flicked on the switch of a long floor lamp, making the bulb and shade face Skye's body. The Light granted view of the scene around her but her eyes were struggling to adjust to the sudden glow of it.
After a few moments, she caught herself and was able to see. The floor and walls were grey and had millions of cracks and holes in them, it looked like it was about to collapse. There wasn't much more to it, except that it was extremely long.
"Hey little girl." One man spoke walking up close to her. He was tall and quite buff. He had short black hair and almost black - brown eyes. He looked like a demon. Skye glared at him. "You're going to be interviewed and all the footage will go live, straight to public T.V."
"What interview?" She spoke keeping the death glare rolling.
"Like, everything you know about S.H.I.E.L.D, Miss Hacker." She looked amazed.
"I don't know anything about S.H.I.E.L.D! And I'm not a 'Hacker'!" She lied desperately trying to seem sincere.
A slap hit her cheek, knocking her face the other way. She was shocked but yet expected this. She expected more.
