Elliot, Mr. Robot and Coulson's team stepped off the airport and walked down the runway.

"So why does the Director need to see me?" Elliot squinted in the sunlight.

"He wants to meet you before you become a 'confirmed' S.H.I.E.L.D agent." Coulson said.

They walked to the platform and went to a meeting room. The team stopped at the door. Elliot and Mr. Robot turned around.

"Come on." Elliot said.

Coulson shook his head. "This is your moment. You're gonna make a great agent."

Elliot hesitated.

"He won't hurt you." Simmons said.

Elliot looked at Mr. Robot.

"Relax," Mr. Robot told him. "This is his moment of truth, not yours."

"After you." Elliot said.

Mr. Robot went in the room. "Well?" He sat down and tossed his hat on the table. "What's your name?"

The bald eye-patched man on the other side of the desk looked around the room, muttered, sighed and looked back at Mr. Robot. "I am Nick Fury. Director Nicholas Fury. Don't you ever talk to me like that."

Mr. Robot shrugged dismissively.

"Let's get this over with." Fury said. "I'm giving you a chance to be part of the greatest war against all evil. All government entities are inept compared to us. Even you would agree that the FBI should have picked up on the Evil Corp. after that chemical leak that so happened to occur within three months of the arrival on the Kree and the Skrulls."

"Who are the Kree and the Skrulls?" Mr. Robot asked incredulously.

"They're aliens who don't like each other. The point is, we think Evil Corp. is co-operating with aliens to take over the world."

"Really?" Mr. Robot asked. "Prove that aliens are really and I might consider helping you."

"Daisy!" Nick Fury motioned for Skye to enter the room. "Daisy Johnson is an Inhuman, part alien and part human. Show him your . . . mental prowess."

Elliot looked confused. Why am I sitting where Mr. Robot was sitting? He looked through the glass wall. Mr. Robot smiled and waved at Elliot through the glass. I'm back, but why? He must have taken over just-

I wish Shayla never died.

I have a lot of regrets. I'm two steps from huge trouble and I chose it all.

Why am I thinking about this?

What's he saying?

"Daisy! Stop!" Nick Fury ordered. "Elliot, are you alright?"

"Sure." Elliot shrugged. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you suddenly looked surprised, then very sad, then very angry."

"I'm sorry," Skye said. "It's my fault. I'm not finished mastering my powers yet."

"You see, Elliot," Fury said. "Aliens are very real."

"Of course." Elliot replied. "What's your name?"

"I don't have time for this." Fury muttered under his breath. He pressed his earpiece. "Get a security team here and escort Elliot to the Medical Bay. Let me know when he's able to talk. I have rogues to deal with." He added.

Instantly armed guards entered the room and surrounded Elliot. They were heavily armed and wore helmets with veiled facemasks as well as gloves.

This isn't good. They're going to lock me up for all the work I've done.

"Elliot!" Mr. Robot called out to Elliot. "Go with them."

"And why would I do that?" Elliot shot back.

"They won't hurt you. They need you. Trust them. They first trusted you."

Elliot looked around. Coulson's team was shooting glances at each other. The security guards hesitated. Nick Fury raised an eyebrow.

They know I'm talking to myself. I know it too. But I need to talk to him. I was Mr. Robot for the whole meeting.

They're all going to think I'm crazy aren't they?

They'll be right.

"Who are you talking to?" Fury asked.

"It's a long story." Elliot answered.

Tyrell Wellick checked the time and saw that he still had time before his meeting. He went on his smartphone and called a number.

"Hello?" He said.

The person at the other end answered.

"Look, as long as I get the CTO position I'm happy."

The person on the other end answered.

"Hold up your end of the deal!" Tyrell was livid. "Destroy fsociety if you want, but you bail on me, and I bail on you."

The person on the other end answered.

Tyrell froze, fear spreading across his face. "If . . . you . . . dare-You dirty . . . " he hung up angrily.

"How much do you know?" Angela's food remained completely uneaten. Amy casually devoured her lunch.

"All of it." Amy replied. She wiped her mouth with a napkin. "I'm from the Dark Army, by the way."

Angela heaved a sigh of relief. "I was wondering when a contact would get to me." She felt free to eat the cookie. "What's up?"

"Things are getting too hot." Amy said.

Angela's chewing slowed. "Exactly how hot?"

"Hot enough that Elliot's gone to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Angela's eyes widened. "No."

Amy sipped her ice cold water. "You know what this means, right?"

Angela nodded solemnly.

"You knew the risk." Amy said.

"FREEZE!" Coulson lead his team into the Panera Bread chain. "NOBODY MOVE!"

"Come on," Amy said. "Let's take the back way." She ran toward the back.

Angela remained motionless.

Amy turned and saw that Angela wasn't budging. She pulled out a pistol. "Don't make to kill you."

A gunshot rang out and the glass shattered as a sniper shot Amy. She crumpled to the ground and remained motionless.

"Let's get them out of here." Coulson said.

A nurse led Elliot into his hospital room.

"Dr. Shoemaker will be back with a diagnosis and prescription in ten minutes." The nurse said. She left.

I could never make it out of here alive. You know that right? But I could also be protected.

I just need to tie up some loose ends.

Elliot took out his phone but noticed someone calling him. The phone number was (519) 895-2789. Why do I feel like I need to answer this call? I don't remember this phone number, but I have a feeling I know who it is, and I think you know, too.

Elliot answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Elliot!" Just as I thought. It's Mr. Robot. "We need to talk sometime."

"No, you need to leave me alone."

"Come on, son." Mr. Robot's voice sounded panicky. "I won't talk for long. Meet me at-"

Mr. Robot's voice was cut off and, after a full second, a woman's voice spoke through the phone.

"Thank you." She said. The call was dropped.

Please tell me you're hearing this too.

Mr. Robot sat in a dark room. A man who remained in the shadows spoke.

"Mike. Romeo. Romeo. Oscar. Bravo. Oscar. Tango."

Mr. Robot smirked. "You know I'm always ready to comply."