Melinda ducked into the bar on the corner of the little town looking for a pay phone. Hunter followed, checking out the patrons as they walked to the back. Both had broken their phones not taking the chance that someone had hacked into them and that they were being traced. Melinda yanked the phone off the wall while Hunter leaned into the wall next to it. She dialed a number and waited.
"Hello." The voice was hesitant.
"Daisy, it's me. We have a situation."
Daisy grabbed the phone tighter. "What's going on?" She whispered.
"We just got chased out of DC. Had to abandon the SUV. We made it to a little town a few miles off the interstate. Is everything OK there?
"Um yeah everything's good. Who was chasing you?"
"Have no idea. Look we are going to stay here a bit, and then head out to grab a car and come back to the base. We want to make sure no one follows us. You doing Ok Daisy? I want to talk to you soon as we get back."
"Yes, Agent May I'm good. Everyone's good."
Melinda paused. Daisy seemed really off. She had started calling her Melinda when they talked in private, not even May, but never Agent May. She shook it off, deciding Daisy was still shaken from before. " Alright then, tell Coulson we will be back in few hours. Take care."
"10-4." Melinda heard the click of the phone. She slowly put the phone receiver down and frowned. Hunter looked at her picking up on her nervousness.
"What?"
"She said 10-4." Melinda looked very worried. "She called me Agent May and she said 10-4. Something is wrong. She was warning me."
"How you know that. Come on maybe she's just having a bloody awful day. You know, like we are."
"Skye...I mean Daisy had been calling me Melinda for a few weeks after the Afterlife fiasco. Up to before I left with Andrew. She doesn't call me Agent May. She always says copy that too, never 10-4. I taught her to use stuff like that if she was in trouble. To make it obvious to me something was off."
"Bloody hell. That means Bobbi could be in trouble." Hunter went to pick up the phone.
"No. Hunter they'll know we know. So far we have the advantage."
"Really May? Cause we have no car, no phones, we are hiding in this dive, and our base may be compromised. How the hell is that an advantage."
"Cause Daisy gave us one. They don't know we know and they expect us to walk in there in a few hours unarmed."
"So what's the plan."
"For starters we need a car. And help. For that I need a cell phone."
"May I have about 5 bucks on me."
She rolled her eyes. She already had a plan formulating as she moved away from the phone and started walking to the front door. Of course it was that moment that 3 large biker types stepped in front of her.
"Going somewhere?" Melinda looked them over. Trying to figure out if they were a part of the larger threat or just small coincidental inconvenient jerks. Coming to a decision she smiled.
"Move. Now." She concluded they were the latter.
The same man spoke up again. "No one here is gonna help you." He swung his head around as two more men got up and headed to them and the rest just ignored them.
"Now just give us your cash, and anything else valuable and you might get to walk out of here."
Melinda looked him up and down. Then she laughed. A full blown out right laugh. Scared the shit out of Hunter. He glanced at her and then at the men.
She said very calmly. "And I might just let you walk. But then again you are pissing me off cause I don't have time for this shit, so maybe not."
The man laughed and reached forward to touch her jacket. "I think I want that too, for my girlfriend."
Melinda smiled again and shrugged off her leather jacket. He held out his hand, but she tossed it to the side. His eyes flashed dangerously. Melinda was wearing a "Blondie' tank top underneath her jacket. Hunter glanced at her and grinned.
"Now which one of you is first?" Not waiting for an answer, she punched the talking jerk in his throat, then did a spin kick to his face, which took him down. Within seconds she had laid out three of them and Hunter had taken care of the other two. Melinda grabbed her jacket, reached down to the guys pocket for keys. Hunter grabbed a phone from the nearest victim.
Melinda spoke to the talking jerk. "Two hours. You give us two hours."
"Now why would I do that?"
"Cause then I will do you a favor and not tell anyone that a tiny little Asian woman kicked you ass." Melinda looked over to the bar holding up the keys.
The bartender wisely spoke up. "The back. His is the Harley with the red trim." Melinda nodded at him and reached in her pocket to grab a couple twenties which she laid on the table closest to her, and then walked out of the bar. Hunter grinned at the remaining upright patrons and followed.