I was about to round the corner to report back to Garrett when I heard voices that were neither his, nor Deathlok's. I peaked around the corner and saw two tactical agents guarding the door. I needed to find Garrett and Ward, so I ran back the way I'd come and out of the facility. I ran around to the edge of the building and over to the low windows, which looked down into the large, concrete room. I squatted down on the ground and held my hands around my eyes, as I looked, down into the room.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The room was filled with S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, including Coulson and his team. May was standing smugly next to Coulson as they looked at a bloodied Grant Ward and a now conscience Trip was standing with Skye as Garrett's body was zipped into a body bag. I sat back on the ground. What? How did this happen? What was I going do? There was no way I could rush in there, take down thirty agents and rescue Ward. The only thing I could think to do was to get out of there as quickly as I could. If I wanted to survive then I had to leave Ward to Coulson.

So, I ran from the building, found an unmanned Cybertek vehicle and raced out of the facility. I drove along the highway, thinking everything over. Garrett was dead, which meant I never had to go back. Ever. I realised that a small part of me felt relieved that he was gone. I mean, after he was injected with that drug, it had all started going downhill very quickly and he had only wanted us around so we could save his life. I also felt a slight sense of freedom. For the first time in my life since my family's death I didn't have anything tying me down. I wasn't working towards something. I could just leave everything and never look back. Start a new life. Heck, maybe even a family. But then, there was also the matter of Ward. Who'd probably end up being kept at a secure facility, never to see the light of day again. Could I really just abandon my best friend like that?

"Damn it." I groaned and hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. I turned off the highway and drove towards my nearest Hydra drop house. It wouldn't be too long until S.H.I.E.L.D. came looking for me, so I couldn't stay long. I pulled up outside the small cabin, surrounded by a secluded forest and with a small pond nearby. I put my password into the keypad beside the doorbell and once I heard a click I pushed open the door. It wasn't huge but it was cosy; with a sofa, two armchairs, a fireplace, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom.

The first thing I did was head over to the wall where a painting was hiding a safe behind it. I lifted the artwork off it's hook and placed it on the ground before opening the safe and pulling out all the money, rounds, tech and ID. I laid it all out on the table and took inventory. Thirty-thousand dollars in cash and a fully funded credit card, one gun, plus five extra rounds, a listening device, tracker and medical kit and one fake ID. The ID was for one Rose Turner, twenty-five, secretary to the minister of defence, girlfriend to Luke Britain, with blonde hair, brown eyes and an expensive wardrobe.

If I was going to be flashing this ID around then I at least needed to look like her. So, I headed for the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinets until I found eye contacts and hair dye.

And an hour later the blonde, brown-eyed Rose Turner stared back at me in the mirror. I tidied away the things and then sat down to decide what to do. I could easily disappear and never be bothered by S.H.I.E.L.D. again, which was very enticing. But I couldn't shake the image of Ward being locked away forever, even if rescuing him meant possible sacrificing my freedom as well.

I decided to sleep on it. Hopefully the answer would come in the morning, after a good night's rest.