A/N: I hope you liked the last chapter, we're really getting into the meat of the story here, and I'm laying the groundwork for something I think is pretty cool, and really hope you like it!
A War In Secret
Chapter 4: Broken
Melbourne International Airport
28 Miles From Cape Canaveral, Florida
14 Hours after the death of Thomas Nash,
12 Hours after the disbanding of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Last call for boarding flight 23578 to Houston, Texas," A voice said over the airport intercom, "First Class boarding will now begin for flight 23649 to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania."
"Excuse me ma'am," A caucasian male with dark hair that hung loosely off his head, "Where is the baggage claim for flight 23486 from Istanbul?"
"Ah, yes, you'll be wanting to go to baggage claim 3B," the cute, perky blonde airport hostess answered with the obligatory smile.
"Thank you very much," He said, leaving without waiting for an answer.
He walked over to the escalator, looking to see if any cameras could find him. He detected four security cameras, pulled out his phone and pressed several keys.
He waited for a few minutes and grabbed his two black duffle bags and left. he walked past the security kiosk, gave the pudgy officer a kind smile, and continued to walk.
"Excuse me, sir," The officer walked over to him, "Could you please tell me what your business in Florida is?"
"Yes, of course," He said stopping, and facing the kiosk, "I have some business in Cape Canaveral. I'm doing some work for NASA."
"Of course," he said, looked at his clipboard, and said, "I'm sorry could you please step in here, I need to check your bags."
"Anything I can do to help the TSA," He said, stepping in behind the officer. Two minutes later he walked out of the room without the officer.
The Bus,
Istanbul,
3 Days after the Death of Thomas Nash,
3 Days after the disbanding of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Alright, I've got the coordinates, switching to street-view for you," Fitz said, "Skye taught me some tricks, isn't she so cool! I love that she's one the Bus with us," Jemma gave him a stare, "As I do all of you too."
"FITZ!" Ward shouted, "We need to see where she is! I need to she's okay!"
"Sorry," he said, stopping his smile short, "And here it is, the address in street-view for you. Oh," a warehouse on the outskirts of Istanbul was shown on the large computer, "That's probably not good. Right?"
"Ward," Coulson looked up at the taller man, "I owe you an apology. Sorry."
"Thank you," Ward said, "Apology accepted. Now we need to suit up and go get her!"
"Right," Coulson trotted out, Ward following into cargo bay, "May, I need you down here. We think Skye's been kidnapped, you, Ward and I are going to get her out of there. That's priority one, priority two is getting this bastard."
"It's probably the Broker," May climbed down the stairs at lightning speed, "He's been baiting us for three days. He's wanted something from us, and this almost definitely what he wants."
"So this is a trap?" Ward asked.
"Of course it is," Coulson answered, "But we need to bring this guy in alive, he's been a thorn in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s side for almost nine years, he has leaked hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D. operations, and he killed Quentin Cole."
"We don't know that he killed Cole," Ward said.
"He was one of the best agents S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever had," Coulson said, loading his pistol, "Only someone who knew all of S.H.I.E.L.D's intel could have gotten him."
"He was an ass," May muttered.
"Whatever your opinion on him, May," Coulson retorted, "But he was a very good agent."
"Let's just get this over with," May said, glaring at Coulson.
The Bus,
Approximately 2 Hours Away From Istanbul,
3 Hours after the death of Thomas Nash,
1 Hour after the disbanding of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Agent Coulson," Antoine Triplett's face appeared on the holo-monitor, "I think we should make a deal."
"What do you want Triplett!" Coulson shouted.
"If I can dock on the Bus," Triplett said, "I can hand over Simmons to your team. I don't need anything in return, only her safety."
"MAY!" Coulson shouted, "I NEED YOU TO PREPARE THE BUS FOR TRIPLETT TO DOCK!"
"What the hell Coulson!" Fitz yelled, in his scottish accent, "What do you think you're doing!"
"I'm saving Simmons' life," Coulson responded, "Now go get Ward! I need him for the extraction!"
"I'm here," Ward said struggling to move into the cabin, "What do you need?"
"I need you to get Simmons from Triplett's plane," Coulson said, "He'll be docking any second!"
There was a large shock, as the small plane landed on top of the Bus. The cargo bay hold on top opened revealing the frightened British girl.
"Jump down!" Ward shouted, "I'll catch you! Don't worry, you'll be fine!"
Simmons jumped down, and as she was mere centimeters from Ward's arms, there was a boom as Triplett's plane exploded, hole was blown open on the top of the plane, and the pressure completely flipped, sucking both Ward and Simmons out of the plane.
The Peak,
In The Earth's Orbit,
1 Day after the death of Thomas Nash,
1 Day after the disbanding of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Agent Brand," A female in a green combat suit approached her superior, "The last shuttle has arrived."
"Thank you," the green haired woman turned to the agent, "Bring them to the prisoner, I want a full detail 24/7 on her, she is our first priority."
"Yes, Ma'am," She said bowing out, turning and directing the new agents to the cell.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The station shook as female warrior in red and white viking armor charged at the female agents. Agent Brand drew her gun and shot at the warrior, but she dodged the shots and knocked Brand down, drawing a double-bladed sword.
"Where is the Seductress!" The warrior shouted, pinning the agent down, "Where have you taken Lorelei! Tell me or I kill your superior officer!"
"Down the hall to the right!" One of the agents said, and the warrior took off running.
Base of the Broker,
A Warehouse in Istanbul, Turkey,
3 Days after the Death of Thomas Nash,
3 Days after the disbanding of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Skye said, keeping a cool head.
"I suppose you're right." The Broker said smiling.
"What do you want from me?" Skye asked.
"I need you to lie down on this bed," He pointed to a small cot, "I need to do a small operation, the pain will not be great, I can put you under an anesthetic if you would like."
"I'd like that yes," She said, taking a large gamble, "What operation are you doing?"
"I'm taking a bone marrow sample," He said calmly, "I need to test a theory, to make sure my hypothesis is correct."
"I see," Skye lay down on the bed.
"Alright," He said standing over her, "I need to inject this into your bloodstream, it's a simple anesthetic, there will be a small prick."
"Ouch," She involuntarily screeched, "Sorry."
"That's quite alright," He said with a genuine smile, as he pulled a mask over her face, "This is pure Oxygen, it will help you stabilize your blood pressure, while I put you under."
"Alright," Skye said through the mask, "It feels very artificial, the air I mean. It's like breathing in flavored paper."
"Ha," He chuckled, then turning to her, "I'm going to need you to count backwards from ten, alright?"
"Yes," She said, "Ten, Nine, Eight, Seveā¦" She trailed off and fell into a dreamless sleep.
It was half an hour later, and the Broker was bottling the sample of the girl's bone marrow. There was a boom as smoke filled the room and three people were aiming guns at him.
"Hello, Philip," He said with a slight smile, "I had hoped you would come a little bit later. Oh well."
"You son of a bitch!" Coulson yelled, charging at him and throwing a punch, knocking the Broker down.
"Do you know him?" Ward said, picking Skye up off the bed, carrying her bridal style.
"Yes," May said sternly glaring at the broker, getting up from the floor.
"I do think that was a bit of an overreaction," He said standing up, "But I suppose you are rather angry at me. All things considered."
NEXT: SIF VS. LORELEI & THE BROKER REVEALED!
A/N: I will tell you now that the Broker is a huge character in this story, as is Sif. I hope you liked this chapter, and as always Hail Hydra & SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE!
