"Hands in the air! Now!" Half a dozen armed men descended the stairs from the cain to the hangar, each of them holding an automatic weapon. Triplett immediately reached for his own gun, but soon felt the cold form of a pistol press against the side of his head. Jemma had begun racing to secure the lab doors when she heard the gun click.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you," said Dr. Allen coldly. Triplett let go of his weapon and raised his hands in the air. Jemma did the same. Allen slowly moved to the doors of the lab, not letting the gun waver from the direction of Triplett's head. Once she had opened the doors, the armed men swarmed the lab and began to pat down Trip and Simmons, removing all of Trip's weapons and a single scalpel from Simmons' coat pocket. Once the two were clear, their hands were cuffed to the wall as Dr. Allen watched.
"You called them when you went to get that file, didn't you!" Simmons said, sounding hurt. Allen smirked.
"You're clever, aren't you? Of course if you were really clever then you would have followed me when I left the room anyways. Or checked me for weapons when I boarded. I mean, really, if Phil thinks this kind of half-assed attempt at rebuilding S.H.I.E.L.D. is going to work then he's really got another thing coming." She stuffed her gun back into her waistband. "Still, it was nice of HYDRA to send me a recovery crew, don't you think?"
It was true - all of the soldiers that had stormed the lab were wearing red armbands with the tentacular skull logo on it. Simmons grimaced. It was the Hub all over again, except this time there was no Victoria Hand to show up and whisk her and Trip to a secure room. There were no safe rooms on the bus if HYDRA had managed to board it. The HYDRA agents roughly dragged the two of them into a corner and began to exit the lab.
"I do have to admit that this is a very secure laboratory, though." Allen wiggled her fingers over the door control before pressing a button and locking the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in. "It should keep you safe there until we can get to our new base. Then you can see what it feel like to be interrogated."
Once Triplett and Simmons were trapped, the agents of HYDRA made there way back up the stairs.
"This is my fault," Jemma pouted. "I should have followed her when she left the room."
Triplett shook her head. "Nah, you had no idea that she was going to pull something like that. We all should have been more wary of her." He sighed. "Hey, at least now we know that Wilson was right about a few things."
Jemma rolled her eyes. "Oh, yes, that's quite the discovery. He knew what we were up against and now he's a million miles away locked in a cell. I can just picture Allen now, harvesting his brain matter, doing experiments on him..." she set her jaw and took a deep breath. Triplett raised an eyebrow. If he didn't know any better then he would have accused Jemma of being jealous.
Skye and Coulson only made it a few steps before a pair of HYDRA agents appeared in their path. "Freeze!" they cried.
"You first," Coulson replied, and knocked the pair of them out with two quick shots from his I.C.E.r. Skye pulled out her own gun, hoping that those shooting lessons with May would have paid off. They could hear more agents in the distance. "I'll take point," Coulson said calmly. "You cover my back."
Skye nodded. The two stuck closer together, slowly moving through the hallway. Every few seconds they stopped, listening to the noises of the armed agents storming the plane. Skye flinched when she saw a soldier enter her line of sight. It wasn't smart, closing her eyes as she pulled the trigger, but she wasn't used to guns just yet. When she opened them, the man had dropped to the ground.
"Hey, I hit one!" she said with a grin. She felt Coulson's back twitch as he chuckled internally.
"Good work. But don't get -"
Everything turned blue, and Skye's surroundings faded. When the world realigned itself, she could see the plane's laboratory. She shook her head, trying to clear it. Her wrists were boud together and held above her head. She looked to her left. Coulson was sitting there, still unconscious. To her right was Simmons, who appeared to be pouting.
"Simmons? What happened?"
The scientist turned to Skye. "Oh you're up! Long story short, Allen is HYDRA and we're all screwed."
"Oh." Skye blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Great. Just when we were hoping to get somewhere."
Triplett leaned forward from where he was tied. "On the bright side, they still haven't gotten May yet. She's got time to go full Cavalry on these guys."
"Don't call her that," Skye and Simmons said simultaneously.
Coulson groaned as he came to. One look around his surroundings made him groan a second time. "We got hit by another I.C.E. grenade, didn't we?" His teammates nodded. "This job was so much easier when we were the only ones who could use them.
May had never gotten the chance to take off before the HYDRA attack began. She had only barely managed to dodge the blast of the RPG round that had been launched at the bus and shattered the windshield, and now she could hear multiple hostiles scurrying through the rest of the bus.
A few had tried to climb up to the cockpit and get in through there, but May wasn't about to get taken out that easily. The first soldier tried to shoot May as soon as she saw her, but she kicked the gun out of her hand in a single movement. behind him came another HYDRA goon, but his face soon met the butt of the first soldier's rifle. The two slid down from the window and off the plane's nose, landing with a painful thud.
May scanned the area outside - several trucks had pulled up around the bus, but most appeared to be empty - obviously because their occupants had moved into the plane in order to take out her team. They weren't sending any more soldiers up through the windshield, but she could see the man holding the RPG launcher talking to somebody on a radio. No doubt he was asking if he should fire another round at May, which this time would surely kill her if she couldn't get into the carriage in time. She could hear from the other side of the door that there were at least a dozen HYDRA agents there, and even if she managed to take out most of them she was still likely to get I.C.E.d and captured. At this point her options were the frying pan or the fire.
It was at this point that the radio crackled to life. "Hey, uh S.H.I.E.L.D. 616? Hello? Hola? Bonjour?"
May closed her eyes. Of all the times for Wilson to get a hold of a S.H.I.E.L.D. radio and start trolling the com lines, this was probably the least convenient. May snatched the communicator from the dashboard and spoke into it quietly.
"Wilson, what the hell are you doing out of your cell?!" she snapped. "We are in the middle of a battle with several HYDRA hostiles and we do not have time for your erratic behaviours."
"Was it because Allen was a HYRA mole?" he asked coyly.
May rolled her eyes. "It would appear so."
The madman giggled on the other side of the line. "I hate to say I told you so, so instead I'll say je vous ai dit ainsi, which is French."
"Wilson! Unless you have a plan to get here in five minutes and help me take out the attackers, kindly shut up and go away."
"Well as a matter of fact, I've got the first part figured out." May couldn't respond before she saw a red and black figure ride into view on a motorcycle. One that she happened to recognize from the Playground.
The HYDRA goons took notice as well and immediately opened fire on Deadpool. He took it like a boss, which is to say that he rode directly into the hail of bullets and let them rip right through them. When he was close enough he whipped out a katana and began to cut down the troops that had remained on the ground. The men continued to shoot, not recognizing the futility of their situation until it was too late. The last soldier standing was the man holding the RPG launcher.
"S-stay back!" he nervously sputtered, trying his best to sound threatening. "One shot from this and you'll be blown to bits!"
Deadpool smiled under his mask. "To bits you say? Well, we wouldn't want that. Last time I was blown to bits was in Smolensk, and let me tell you, it took me forever to find all the important ones." He dismounted and began to approach the goon. "The time before that was in the Rockies. Some crazy Canuck playing with a landmine." He stopped. "Oh, wait. That was me. Heh. Fun times." He began to swing is Katana around in circles, casually slicing gouges into the tarmac underneath his feet. "The point is, I don't need all the king's horses and all the king's men to put myself together again. I can do it myself."
The HYDRA soldier had heard enough, or perhaps he simply became so nervous that he pulled the trigger before he was ready. Either way, the round flew through the air and spiralled towards the mercenary standing before him. Deadpool moved just as quick as the grenade. Pivoting to the side, he reached his hand out and snatched the back half of the round, and in one fluid motion spun around and tossed it back to the sender.
"Fore!"
The HYDRA goon was reduced to a pathetic pile of red ooze, which Deadpool couldn't help but chuckle at.
"Wilson!" He looked up and saw May standing in the cockpit, glaring at him.
"Stop calling me that! This ain't castaway! Call me Deadpool."
"Whatever. Do you plan on giving me a hand?"
"Sure thing boss!" He scaled the rope that HYDRA had set up and soon found himself in the cockpit with May. "How many?"
"Twelve on the other side of the door."
"Easy peasy."