It was a lot easier to hack a building's security system under pressure, Skye reflected, when you weren't zip-tied to a chair three doors down, trying to talk your technologically-challenged boyfriend through the hack on a walkie-talkie you're operating with your chin.
Thank God they'd packed the walkies, since the goons who'd taken her by surprise, zip-tied her to the chair, and left her there had also taken her inner-ear com.
"So I do what now?" Hunter's vaguely panicked voice came crackling over the line.
Suddenly, she heard two gunshots on his end, and the line went dead. She was left in silence, with nothing but her suddenly wildly thudding heart for company. "Crap!" she exclaimed. "Crap, crap, crap!" She struggled against the zip ties frantically, feeling them cut into her skin.
The longest thirty seconds of her life later, the walkie-talkie sputtered back to life. "Skye?" she heard him say.
Breath flooded back into her lungs. "Oh God. Lance! Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he replied. "Couple of Hydra guys busted in here and tried to take me out."
"What happened?"
"I was a better shot," he replied shortly. "Now, tell me what to do next so we can get this done and get us both the hell out of here."
A/N: Skye is not able to pinpoint vibrations accurately enough to take out the zip-ties. Otherwise, she'd have been out of there in a second. :)