"Hello Skye," said none other than Ian Quinn, "It's been too long. I'm so proud of who you have become," watching her shocked face, "yes, I know none of this makes sense, but whatever really does."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Skye asked, tugging against the restraints.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you. Oh, you must be wondering what that is, it's a bracelet, much like the one you were, it blocks all location finding devices."
"What do you want?"
"Oh! Didn't your parents," he sneered the word, "didn't they ever tell you, that you are special, that you are more. Of course they never did. They wouldn't, they were too sad, moping around after they lost you. Did you know that he even tried to take his life after?"
"I don't believe you." She was starting to think Quinn was telling her things she wasn't supposed to know.
Looking at his watch, Quinn suddenly realized the time, "Nice chat Skye, but I have to go."
Going back to her task of trying to undo the zip-ties, she thought about what he said, did Clint really try to take his life? What had Gordon done to her? Was he Quinn's boss? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the zip-ties breaking. Quickly, she untied her feet and stretched out. Already having checked for cameras, Skye walked silently to the door. Fishing a bobby pin out of her bra, suggested by May, she quickly undid the lock. Cracking the door open, she saw two centipede soldiers standing out the door and a large window behind them. Coming up with a plan, left the door slightly open, and then waited for the someone to come again. About twenty minutes later two soldiers came in with a plate of what she assumed was food. She had heard them coming and stood, waiting on the chair. When they came in, she quickly jumped up, grabbed the pipe hanging from the ceiling, and then kicked both soldiers at once. Jumping down, she ran out of the room, locking the soldiers in the room and ran to the window. Knowing that the door was just a minor obstacle for them, she just ran to the window and jumped. Falling about three stories, she braced herself for the impact. Landing with a crunch of her wrist, she ran. The cold air biting her lungs, she ran until she reached a city.
All her years living in a van finally paid off. She was able to pick-pocket enough people to understand she was not in the US. Using someone's phone she had got she dialed the number Natasha had given her.
"Mom."
