Previously:Garrett finds Skye and takes her into custody, only after telling her that Ward is the one to blame for Fitzsimmons apparent death.
Chapter Four
"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
Triplett stared down the hill, at a perfect vantage point to see as they dragged Skye away. She was right; there were way too many soldiers for him to think of getting her.
Then he had the knocked out Calvary in the front seat of his SUV.
And of course the other two he'd found, currently in the back seat.
The man and woman Antoine had found unconscious near the building. He figured out from the name tag inside the man's jacket that it had been the guy Skye'd told him about and his girl. But Mike's kid was no where to be seen.
May was the current person causing him worry. Well her, plus all the super soldier agents that could be after him any moment. But her head had been bleeding profusely when he'd found her and she still wouldn't wake up; she needed the hospital bad.
Howling Commando tools were out. He needed to get the people he had away from here. He came to this decision in the nick of time it seemed, as Garrett began pointing to his men and gesturing wildly. Then four of them headed into two vehicles.
"Shit."
With a grunt of frustration, he got into the SUV parked just a few feet away and began driving away from the burning compound. Quickly.
Where to? It was hard to say. Hospital was probably what these people needed as he had no clue what was wrong with the couple. May needed medical attention, for sure.
It was then that he realized there really was no other option.
"Hospital it is," he said to himself, slamming hard on the gas.
Despite the increased speed, a van seemed to come out of no where before him. It flew passed his car in a diagonal direction, only to turn around and be right on his tail. Another SUV joined closely behind it.
"It'd be really nice if you guys could back off!" Trip shouted, slamming onto the break, causing the SUV to rear end the Hydra vehicle. It bounced generously backwards with a domino effect into the other car.
Trip took this moment to thank himself for remembering to secure all the unconscious people with seat belts, though May's head still lolled around a good amount when the car hit.
He watched as the Centipede soldier on the passenger side of the vehicle Trip had hit walked out, making his way towards his SUV. The car had been armored, but it had taken more hits than Trip was comfortable with for a super-soldier to be walking towards him.
When the soldier got too close he abruptly backed into him, causing Triplett to lose view of the soldier in his back mirror as he was swept to the ground.
"Definitely 'bout time to get out of here..." he mumbled, putting the car back into drive. But when he pressed the gas, the car didn't move. Oh it jerked, and he could hear the wheels spinning, but it was not moving.
He strained to see out the window to locate the problem.
The Centipede soldier he'd just run over was holding the car from the ground, keeping it in place as the wheels desperately whirred.
"Ain't bugs supposed to die when you squish 'em?"
Mind rapidly going through scenarios, Trip was trying to decide what to do when he heard the sound of an engine, which seemed to be coming from above him.
And after looking up through the car's dashboard window, he decided the engine noise was definitely coming from above him.
There was a large (and pretty swanky) jet coming to a landing on a rooftop. Trip didn't get too long to take in a good description of the ride before there came a large "boom."
Triplett braced himself against the car as he felt the area shake.
Despite the fact that there had just been an explosion in close proximity, the Centipede soldier continued his job of clinging to the armored car.
Then there was a second "boom."
And not only did this explosion cause the soldier to lose his grip, it caused the car to be pushed violently forward.
Triplett gripped the steering wheel as the vehicle cannoned diagonally. It eventually slowed to a stop as it tilted, teetering on the edge of its left wheels, until it finally decided to smash down onto the ground.
He only took a second to regroup his thoughts before realizing that the jet was touching down, right next to his car.
Pretty big jet, but no SHIELD insignia. Of course, that's not something he expected anyone to want to be advertising these days. Not to mention that saying, "an enemy of my enemy is my friend."
Trip still got out of the car, gun raised towards the jet as its lower ramp slowly opened up to reveal the single person standing inside.
"Simmons?" Trip said incredulously, just before laughing with relief. "You're alive!"
"I am." She nodded, not looking nearly as thrilled about the statement. By the state of her, she'd been through something. The left side of her face held some kind of burn. Despite how she felt, it was really hard not to wrap the science chick into a great big hug. "But now is not the time for pleasantries. Is anyone else with you?"
"I've got three in the car, all unconscious. One of them is May."
"Coulson and Skye?" she inquired.
"No, two civilians. Skye was captured, I saw it. Coulson, well, I don't really know."
Two agents suddenly bustled out from the back of the jet, heading towards the car. One, a tall man with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, stopped in front of them.
"Agent Simmons, you've seen your friend. Now shouldn't you get back to re-compression?"
"Re-compression?" asked Triplett.
"She's got the bends, and she's not out of the woods yet. We let her got out because she wanted to make sure you knew we were friendlies," informed the blonde man.
"It's a long story," she sighed, giving off the impression it wasn't one she was quite ready to tell.
"And it's going to get longer if you don't get back in there," the man told her. "I mean, I guess it's up to you if you want to pop like a soda bottle..."
"Oh, Agent Wolfe, though the pressure building aspects of my condition are comparable to carbonation pressure when it is stimulated, I would hardly-"
"Simmons..." he told her in a warning tone, almost parental.
"Alright, I'm going. We'll talk once we get there," she assured Trip, walking back inside the jet.
"Where's the bird headed?" Trip asked, that being just the tip of the iceberg of questions he had to ask.
"One of Director Fury's bases. Called The Playground."
