A/N: Hi guys! I apologize for the delay for this chapter. School's so hectic. The most important exams of my life are coming and I really do hope I pass them. So, I apologize in advance if I won't get to update as soon as possible but I promise you I'll try. ;) I also wanna say thank you to the people who send in reviews! I really appreciate them. 3

So we got into an interesting part of the story already. Let's see where it shall lead on to. :) Hope you guys like this! :)

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Chapter 7:

Skye

We arrived at Hempstead at around 10:30 a.m., after a few dozen arguments with Trip involving work, food, and vacation. We stopped right in front of the Antique Shop. The street wasn't too crowded but a good few dozen people were strolling by. It seemed like a regular busy day for everyone. It was a good hiding place though. Not many people would suspect it.

"Geraldine's Antiques...sure looks like the place." Trip commented. Meanwhile, I was surveying the shops around.

"Yeah, we should probably head inside." I suggested.

"I can't park right out here. I'll have to find some spot to park this thing."

"I can go right ahead," I said while securing an ICER in my gun holster. I reached for my backpack from the backseat.

"You sure? We don't know what we're expecting inside there."

"I'll be fine." I said. "If there's any trouble, you wouldn't be too far anyway."

Trip seemed to be thinking about it. "Alright. I'll see you in a bit."

I got out of the car and walked towards the door of the shop. It looked harmless enough, but still, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. The air around me was kind of different, but I didn't know why or if it was just me.

Just relax, Skye. Maybe it was just the unfamiliar city getting to me. I reminded myself that I was now a field agent. I could handle myself and I had a job to do.

Taking a deep breath, I entered. The sound of chimes echoed throughout the entire room. The smell of old wood filled my nose. I looked around and tried to examine the things around me.

Nothing out of the ordinary so far…

"Good morning," an old lady greeted from the center of the shop. "How may I help you?"

"Hi," I greeted as I come closer. "Yes, um, I was wondering if you have this particular item."

"Do you have a picture?" The lady asked nicely.

"Um, yes," I pulled out a printed photo from my pocket. "Here you go."

The old lady took one look at the photo and her eyes immediately showed recognition. It was a photo of an old chest with a quote printed on it that says, "The past hides its secrets in the past."

I figured Fury, being Fury, had to make it cryptic and innocent at the same time. Who knew what sort of deep stuff circled around that man's brain?

The lady gave me a small smile. "Quite a piece you're looking for here, my dear. Wait here and I'll get your item."

She disappeared to the back room and I took out my phone. There seemed to be no signal reception inside, and Trip wasn't here yet, so I decided to wait until I knew what we were looking for before checking in with Coulson.

The lady returned, carrying a brown box.

"He left this for you." She opened the old box and I saw a couple of brown envelopes together with a very modern and high-tech-looking tablet.

Definitely SHIELD and definitely Fury.

"What is it?"

"Your new weapons base," she answered. "Fully stocked, fully functional. It's only waiting for your visit."

Impressive. A weapons base!? That is so cool. I can't wait to see it.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Yes, but if I may ask, how did you know about this?"

It made me hesitate in answering.

"Oh I apologize. Of course, you wouldn't just blurt everything out, especially to a complete stranger."

I chuckled awkwardly.

"My name is Eula Yamken. I was head of the Weapons Division before. I retired, and Fury gave this place for me to stay at while my friend, Phil Coulson, suggested I start the business. I had been with SHIELD for over 60 years. But recent events caused everything I've dedicated myself to, to disappear."

"I'm Skye. I was a Level 1 agent before and now under Coulson."

"Where is he?"

"He's…handling other errands." I answered.

"Oh, then I shouldn't keep you here. I'll pack this up for you then you can go right ahead."

"I'll just step out for a moment," I said, deciding to go outside to try and contact Coulson and also Trip who seemed to be taking a while.

"Of course."

As soon as I was on the sidewalk, I dialed Coulson's number.

"What did you find?" Was his immediate question.

"He left us with a deed to a new armory. I'm guessing it would be really stocked up with cool toys."

"Good work. We could use the supplies. Anything else?"

"Nothing else. The lady here is named Eula Yamken…ring any bells?"

"Agent Yamken." May's voice was heard on the line. "She assessed me for Weapons Training back in the day."

"How about you guys?" I asked.

"We're half an hour away from Lyn. We'll call you when we get there."

"Okay–"

There was static between the lines.

"Trip still there wi– you?"

"No, I– ha– shop– whe– Trip–"

"Skye? I can't– properl– bad connec– call you–" Then the line got cut off.

"Hello?" I tried. "Coulson, are you there?" Nothing.

Great. Now I don't have reception.

I looked around and then I felt it again–that uneasy feeling and uncomfortable air around me. It was making me edgy now, especially since Trip wasn't showing up.

Am I being followed or something? Or watched? Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Jeez, when I find Trip I'm gonna kill him! Where the hell is that guy?

"Skye…" A low and scarily unusual voice made me jump out of my skin. There was a man standing beside me, covered in all black clothes.

"Wh–who are you?" I backed up a few steps with my hand reaching towards my back.

"I have found you at last."

I was starting to shake in fear. I knew I should be thinking of escape plans to this situation but there was something about this person, if it was one, that made me paralyzed.

He started to step towards me, with his hand reaching for my face. My heart was beating furiously as I tried to step back more.

"Get away from me!" I tried swatting his hand away but his grabbed me by the arm when I tried turning around to run.

"Let go!" I shouted, and tried to escape from his grip. This wasn't a normal person. His grip felt stingy and painful against my arm.

"Stop." He pulled me more and I wanted to cry. All of a sudden, I felt so weak. I felt so helpless. What was happening to me!? All of a sudden my brain seemed to have stopped working. I couldn't process any of this. It was as if I was a small child.

The next thing I knew, a sharp object punctured the side of my stomach. My whole body was suddenly overcome with unimaginable pain. I couldn't move. I couldn't shout. Everything inside and out hurt literally like hell. It was like being burnt alive or stabbed with a million needles all at the same time. My head wasn't right anymore.

I heard was the blaring of car horns. I heard tire screeches. My vision swam and swam and I felt my body falling. When I felt my legs give out, my waist suddenly felt like it was torn in half. No no no. I can't let myself be taken. I have to fight. I have to fight.

I tried to command my body to stand up and defend itself but I couldn't seem to do anything. It was like being paralyzed.

I heard my own voice whispering, "Let me go. Let me go."

It was very weak even though in my head, I was screaming with all my might.

"Help…someone…" Someone had to be around to see me, right? There has to be someone who had witness the scenario.

Please. Anyone at all. Help.

My eyelids were half open and I could feel myself moving. I saw the bright sky, but afterwards, my vision became cloudy and the light was gone. Before the darkness enveloped my surroundings, I heard a frantic cry of my name.

Still, I was immobile.

Oh no…what have I gotten myself into…


A/N: I'm guessing you could guess what comes next. Teehee. I'll post the next one as soon as I can! R&R! :) xx