Disclaimer: Agents, I'll never own it.
Author's Note: Thanks for the support in continuing this story. I know my chapters a few and far between but I appreciate you all sticking with it. As always, my medical knowledge extends from webmd so, unfortunately you'll have to take my word that these things are happening as I continue to make life suck for the lovely Dr. Jemma Simmons and Skye. I have some cheesy stuff stuffed in here...which means that I have to make following chapters super angsty.
"Target significance?"
"That's strictly need to know."
Simmons keyed out of her radio to sigh. It was one thing to stop taking the drugs. Another thing entirely for her to show emotions over the radio, alerting command as to the fact that she had stopped taking the drugs. She keyed back in.
"Affirmative."
...
"Target is in my sights."
"Acknowledged. Authorized to fire Agent Simmons."
Simmons breathed in deeply, slowly exhaled, and let the bullet fly.
"Confirm kill."
"Affirmative. Return to base."
Keying out of the handset, Simmons stood up, packed up her rifle and returned to base.
"The sky's so beautiful." It had been so long since she had really looked at the sky; so long. It was a deep blue, fluffy white clouds floating through. Before today, every time she looked at the sky, it had been under the influence of the drugs. Under the drugs, it wasn't that she had not looked at the sky, nor that it was any less blue, it was just that it made no impression on her.
Why was she laying on the ground? The fact just struck her that she was staring straight up into the sky and why, she didn't know.
"How long have I been here?" Simmons asked herself again. "A day, two. A week, a month?" In fact, it dawned that Simmons didn't know why she was lying on her back in the first place. She could have sworn a moment ago she was traveling to her target. Moving her arms, she went to push herself up. Instead, she ineffectually pressed against the ground.
"Well, bloody hell." Simmons murmured as she let herself lay on the earth.
What would make her unable to stand? The obvious choice reason is that she is somehow paralyzed, but why, how, when?
"Well, I guess let's start with what I remember." Simmons spoke out loud to herself.
There was a thin fog, creeping its way up the lush green hill, winding its tendrils up and over the recessed valleys amongst the protruding ridges.
Jemma wound her way through the trees, running the operation over in her head. Travel to the waypoint 652 on route echo…
The movement to waypoint 652 along route echo was uneventful. All that tedim allowed her personality to claw at the edges of her brain, trying to will her into feeling how she assaulted Skye. How she had pressed her forearm into the back of her neck as she pinned her against the wall. Realizing that only slightly more pressure would have snapped her neck like a twig.
...assume an overlook position on hill 2598…
"Arrived, WP652 over."
Jemma was met by static. She would transmit again in an hour, once she established her overwatch position.
As quickly as she could, Jemma built a sniper's nest. When she had become a sniper was beyond her rationale right now.
...wait for target traveling north to south through the valley…
"Target id?"
Radio squelch fizzled and cracked and finally broke.
"Known Hydra agent."
Jemma pushed down the doubt rising to her throat. Even good soldiers can't service a target if they don't know what the target even is.
...Estimated time of arrival, unknown…
...but within the week…
...Service the target.
Somewhere between servicing the target and returning to base, something had gone catastrophically wrong. Aside from not taking the pills, she executed her mission, a mission success. So where was her transport?
"Extraction point?'
Radio static.
"Extraction point?
More static.
Exfiltration was implied.
"Oh god, I'm going to die here…"
"Please be safe..."