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Coulson agreed, and looked over at Skye, just standing there staring at the lifeless Hydra agent who fell over the railing; he was unsure of what exactly transpired but could tell that she was shaken. Jaxx suggested that Coulson and her go retrieve Lola while he took care of their new friends. While the two of them went to retrieve the car, Jaxx used the now bullet-ridden dumpster nearby to easily dispose of the 2 deceased Hydra. Coulson backs the Corvette into the alley, just as Jaxx finishes securing and gagging the remaining three men. 15 minutes later they were out of the alley and on their way back to the shop.

They had left the 3 remaining albeit unconscious Hydra agents tied up in the alley; using Coulson's secure cellphone, Jaxx had placed a call to a couple of old friends just before they left. These old friends were more than happy to help him out for the fact was, they too wanted a little payback against Hydra. After they were sure that they weren't being tailed, they finally arrived at the toy and model shop; Jaxx tells Coulson to park Lola around back so as to not draw any unwanted attention. Once there, he parks and shuts off the vehicle. The three exit and follow Jaxx over to a brick wall; he leans against it, looks at them and smiles. Coulson and Skye give each other confusing looks, before looking back at Jaxx.

Using his elbow, he pushes in just a single brick; the sound of old-rusted gears slowly turning echoed as a hidden passageway suddenly opens up. One would figure that after everything Coulson and Skye have experienced within the past year that nothing would surprise them, but the looks on their face said otherwise. Jaxx walks inside and down the cobb-webbed covered stairs into the dark tunnel below. Once more Coulson and Skye give exchange soulful looks, afterwards Coulson descends into the tunnel as well. Skye hesitates, gripping the strap of her bag tightly still unsure if Jaxx could be trusted, but she was sure of one thing…he knew something that they didn't.

She takes a step inside, then another and as she reached the 3rd step the hidden door begins to close; she and Coulson turn, the light shining on their faces possibly for the last time. A thin slither of the outside narrowed on the left side of her face, until it finally disappeared when the secret entrance closed shut. Surrounded by darkness, it was impossible to see anything much less where everyone was. Then, the sound of an old-worn out lever being pulled seemed to bounce through the darkness until moments later light shined once more. The two agents looked around, seeing a line of old mining lights strung on the wall, leading further down the tunnel before them.

These agents exchange looks, both seemingly just as confused as the other with neither willing to admit it. They look at Jaxx who jerks his head in towards the tunnel, shortly after he began walking down this decades old tunnel. The other two slowly follow suit, walking behind him cautiously, still concerned for the unknown that waits for them. After walking for a few minutes Jaxx finally stops in front of an old steel reinforced door, like the ones used on submarines and battleships during World War 2.

He knocks on the door rhythmically; one knock, then three more in quick succession, then another two more drawn out knocks. Seconds later the wheel handle on the door begins to spin counter-clockwise rapidly, and then suddenly stops. The door creeks open just slightly; Jaxx places a hand on the door, flashes a grin, and pushes it open further. With the door wide open, the two cautiously step within; as they look around for a moment feel as though they have stepped through a portal and went back in time to the early 1940's. Before they could even begin to wrap their heads around what this place was, the distinct sound of a shotgun cocking stopped everything like a bolt of electricity.

The two agents slowly lifted the hands, raising them into the air; the look in their eyes as they glanced at each no longer showed any hint of concern as fear took its place.

Coulson

I hate when this happens. And it always seems to happen to me; aw well, nothing I can do about it until he gets closer with that shotgun. "Don't move." He says; I wasn't planning on it…not yet anyways. "Now, turn around slowly," as he says that I can't help myself.

"Which is it?" I don't give much time to respond before I finish "Don't move or turn around, we can't do both." Sarcasim is how I usually defuse situations like this, but from the look I see Skye giving me; maybe now is not the best time for it.

"Oh so we have a wise-ass huh?" from the tone in his voice I don't think I'm making any friends here. "Ernie, put that down before you hurt yourself." There's Jaxx to the rescue, just like old times. The steel door creaks as he closes it, spinning the wheel causing it to lock.

Skye and I slowly turn around, only to see him still pointing that pump-action at us. Jaxx turns his head, and lets out an exhausted sigh "Ernie! Put it away will ya." He stares at the elderly man, who looks back at him, bewildered and grumbles "Relax, kid; it's full of rock salt. Besides how was I supposed to know you were bringing company over huh?"

He lowers the gun, and walked over to the large cloth-covered table in the center of the room. He lays the gun on top of the table, reaches into his pocket, pulling out a cell phone. "How's bout next you give me a heads up…that way I don't end shooting-"

Jaxx put his hand up, interrupting the man, "I sent you a message old man." The guy flips opens his phone and looked at it; shaking his head he fires back, "No you didn't." Jaxx drops his head, shakes it and asks "is it even on?" The old guy is offended, he scoffs at him. "Of course it's on, do you think that I don't know how to work one of these damned-"

The man pauses as he fidgets with the phone. It's obvious to everyone in the room that he doesn't know how to use it properly, and becomes clear as day after he smacks it against the corner of the table. I turn to Skye and couldn't help but crack a smile. Jaxx snatches the phone away from him, presses one button, turning on the phone.

He handed it back, who looked at it bewildered and perhaps a little embarrassed, "Oh. The battery must've been low or something." Jaxx crosses his arms, replying that "It's fully charged." The old man looks at him, irritated and mouths something; something that I'm pretty sure wasn't Yuck Fou.

Jaxx just smiles at him, proud that he managed to get one over the old man. "Alright, alright. If you're done picking on the old guy, how's about you introduce me to your new friends here, huh?" the old man grumbles, Jaxx shakes his head and says "This is Director Phil Coulson, and agent Sky. S.H.I.E.L.D."

I hold out my hand, he takes it and has quite the grip for someone for his age. "Pleasure Mr…" had to ask, because I don't know anything about him besides him being easily annoyed, doesn't know much in the way of cellphones, and his name is Ernie.

"Ballow, Ernie Ballow." He quickly lets go of my hand, just as Skye reaches her hand out to greet him. "Skye." Mr. Ballow gently takes her hand gently kisses using his charm says "Pleasure ma'am." She flashes him a smile as he lets her hand go.

Turning to Jaxx, sarcasm in his tone "And that's how you greet guests my young friend." Jaxx rolls his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

Skye

Ernie and Jaxx could have their own late night sitcom. They both annoy each other, which I'm sure it's just a front. "Can we please get back to the job at hand?" Jaxx sounds a bit more annoyed than before and as much as I would like to see this back-and-forth old couple bickering thing continue on; we still have a mission left to complete, and a scientist to rescue.

Ernie throws his hands in the air, surrendering to the topic of conversation "Alright, fine; no need to get cranky, jeez." He picks the shotgun back up and my heart starts to race; can't help but hold my breath, waiting for what's coming next. I see Jax grabbing a piece of the cloth and jerks. Years of dust just shot up into the air, which causes me to sneeze "Bless you." A.C says, which I reply "Thanks A.C."

I rub my nose a bit, pushing back another sneeze. I regain what composure I had, and that's when I notice that the table wasn't really a table at all. It looked like the interactive comms room table on "The Bus" only older, more bulky and you can clearly see various wires, cylinders, and tubes underneath its glass exterior.

Ernie leans to one side, shortly after I hear something click and the table lights up…for a second. Ernie looks at, confused, then reaches for the switch again. He clicks it a few times, each time nothing happens, which is when the frustration gets the better of him.

He gives it a hard kick to the side, and like magic it was alive once again. Back when The Bus actually flew, the comms table had the emblem for SHIELD as its screen saver. This emblem was just an eagle, no circle outlining it, and had the words Strategic Scientific Research. Wait a sec…I've heard that somewhere before, but where?

Ernie smiles as he lifts up his hands and states "Welcome campers, to the last remaining, and semi-functioning S.S.R operating center." Coulson looks just as confused as I am at this point. "That's not possible." I blurt out. Ernie drops his hands and looks at me.

"So you say…and why is that exactly?" I can hear the annoyance in his tone; however Coulson knows the facts, which he's more than willing to explain "Because, all SSR facilities were either decommissioned or folded into other SHIELD programs. And all those facilities were put on file." Coulson's tone is smooth and neutral, like he rehearsed exactly what he was going to say.

"Not this one Coul." Jaxx looks up and over at Coulson, who stands tall folding his arms across his chest. "And why is that exactly?" A.C tilts his head a little to the left, which usually means he's curious for an explanation. Jax looks over at Ernie, who now has his arms folded across his chest and says "Because they wanted it that way, that's why."

Coulson

Just when I thought I was gonna get a straight answer, they make things even more confusing. And from the look on Skye's face I'm not the only one who's lost. "Who are "they" and why would they wanna keep this place off the books? And why didn't Fury tell us about this place?" I need to know why this place is so special, and why Fury kept it a secret.

"Well to answer your first question," Ernie walks away, heading towards an old filing cabinet. He opens it up and begins rummaging through some old file folders, "They are the founders. The originals." The founders…wait, he couldn't possibly mean-

"Who are the founders? Founders of what?" Skye cuts of my train of thought, but I knew the answer even before Jax says "Founders of SHIELD." She and I both look at him, while the old man continues rummaging through those files. I see the disbelief washing over Skye's face, hell, I'm finding this all hard to believe. But I know Jaxx, and he wouldn't lie, not about this anyway, it's too big.

"So what you're saying is that the Peggy Carter and the Howard Stark built this place?" I'm sure she meant to sound less shocked, but some of this is still relatively new to her. Jaxx shakes his head, replying that "They didn't build this place, they just kept it hidden from, well, everyone."

"Why would they do that?" Skye seems to be asking the questions that I should be, but I'm still trying to wrap my head around this whole place. I mean, it looks like the inside of a time capsule; and everything in here has been kept exactly like the 1940's. It's just so, nostalgic.

"Well young lady, this place has a unique history, one that they wanted to keep private." Ernie snaps me back from my thoughts as he lifts a file out, but quickly drops it back down and continues searching. "What kind of history?" I only ask because I'm curious as to why the founding members would want this place kept secret.

He lifts out another file, looks at it for a minute, and pulls it out, shutting the cabinet. He walks back over to the table and tosses a file in front of me. It had the old SSR symbol on the front cover, as well as the words TOP SECRET stamped across. I open the folder and see the cover page, my eyes immediately focus on the only two words on the page.

It can't be, it's just not possible; can this really be where it happened, where it all began. "Project Rebirth." I didn't mean to say it aloud, it just kind of blurted out. "What's Project Rebirth?" I'm a little surprised when Skye asks about it. Would've figured it would've been the first file she read when we got to The Playground.

Jaxx just smiles at her, "Ever heard of Captain America?" the look on her face, well, the best word to describe it is…priceless. The look of both shock and awe on her face, haven't seen that since we jumped out of The Bus in Lola. "Seriously!?" her voice seemed a little more shriekish than she originally planned.

Skye

Okay that was a little more shriekish than I would've wanted, but seriously, Captain freakin America. I'm just a little surprised that Coulson isn't getting his fanboy on right now. He is Cap's number 1 fan after all.

But he just stands there, reading through that file like he's just reading it for the first time. Only after he finishes reading the last page does he actually say something "According to Fury's files, this place was decommissioned shortly after Captain Roger's enlistment and all copies of this file," he sets the file back down on the table "Were supposed to be destroyed."

Jax leans on the table, with a look of contempt plastered on his face. "All copies on Project Rebirth were destroyed." Ernie flashes us a grin as he grabs the file, "However, this place was doctored from all files before they were destroyed. But this one is one of only 4 originals. It belonged to Peg herself." NO WAY! "Peg? Did you know her?" He must've if she let him call her Peg.

Jaxx

"Actually little lady, I was the first person she talked to about joining SHIELD." Even as he says it, I can't help but wonder if Ernie is joking around; if not this is the first I've heard of it. Guess we all have secrets that need keeping.

The look on both Coulson and Sky's faces are priceless; it's been a while since I've seen anything shock or amaze Coulson, the guy's almost like a robot. "So, you were with SHIELD; with Agent Carter and Howard Stark?" she's curious to know more, but we're running out of time; but I also know that if I interrupt one of Ernie's old war stories, he'll be even more irritated with me. It's best to just wait this out.

"Actually, I never joined SHIELD." I'm a little shocked by his answer, but the other two seem to be even more shocked than I am. I recognize the look on his face, that same look he has when he's about to ask a very elaborate series of questions.

"Why didn't you join SHIELD?" guess I was wrong. "Well, I had a family to look after; a wife, children, and I'm very good with the whole spy thing. Plus," He leans in closer, like he's gonna whisper something, "Howard Stark, was a complete ass. Couldn't stand him, thinks he's better than everybody else." I can't help but chuckle a little bit, and apparently everyone heard me.

"Let me guess, he took a pass at your wife." Starks are all the same, they'll hit on any woman married or otherwise. "That's completely beside the point." Ernie sounds a bit more annoyed than before. While he's giving me a look like he's irritated at me, Sky smiles briefly before she drops her head to try regain some level of composure.

"Not that I'm not interested in hearing some more stories of Howard Stark's infamous philandering," leave it to Coulson to ruin a good time, "But why exactly are we here, and what does this have to do with our current mission." Well, guess it's time to get back on mission, "Because it's secure for what we need and this…"

I tap the screen on the table but nothing happens; everyone looks at me, wondering what exactly I'm doing. I tap it again and still nothing happens; this is embarrassing. "You gotta tap it gently kid." Ernie's trying to help, but it's just not working. "I did tap it gently, it's just-" Ernie cuts me off before I get a chance to finish, "No, you gotta tap it gently like this-" he taps the screen and it just goes black.

He looks at it bewildered and confused, I however just look at him and sarcastically say "You have to tap it gently." He looks at me and looks about as irritated as I expected. "You, broke it." What!? "I broke it?" he nods and replies "Yes. You broke it." Now I know he's just trying to aggravate me, still… "How the hell do your figure that?" I know exactly what he's gonna say, You hit it too hard, that's how.

"You didn't tap it gently, I mean for crying out loud you damn near punched a hole through it the other day." He's right of course, but still it's not my damn fault that- "As much fun as it would be to continue watching this, episode, we still have to find Dr. Streiten and figure out what Hydra knows about…" she suddenly stops, and looks over at Coulson. She's trying to hide the main reason they're on this mission in the first place. Unfortunately, I already know what that reason is.

"About GH.325." she turns back to me, shocked about what I just said. Coulson on the other hand manages to keep a straight face, showing no hint of shock at all. Which is why, I will never play poker with the guy. I let out a sigh before explaining "Fury told me all about it. The serum, Tahiti, everything; including, what it can do and what it did for you two." They give each other a strange glance. They weren't shocked to hear me say Fury's name; guess they knew Fury was alive as well.

"GH.325 is that name of some sort of band or something?" leave it to Ernie to ask a question like that. I turn to him and say as much as I can about the serum. "It's a type of medicine, one that if Hydra were able to replicate; it would be trouble, for everyone." He knows I'm not telling him everything and I can see it in his eyes that it pisses him off. But he also knows that the less I actually tell him, the better of he is.

He nods and continues to listen; I turn back to Coulson, who looks like he's finally getting a clearer picture of what's actually going on here. "So it must of been you who called Hill for help. And she sent us looking for you" I don't say a word, just give a nod letting him know he was on the right track. I look up at him to see a grin flash across his face, "I bet that was awkward, huh?" Coulson knows better than most that my history with both SHIELD and Hill is, rocky at best.

"Yes, yes it was." That's all I was really going to say on the matter, until I see in the girls' eyes a glint. "Why would it be awkward?" I knew she would ask, "It's complicated. Look, I needed a team on this and with Romanoff and Barton out rescuing former SHIELD agents and such; you were my next best choice."

Coulson looks at Sky, then back at me; he doesn't take personally that he was my second choice on this mission. "Fair enough. So, where do we start first." Straight to the point is Coulson's style. I give him a brief smile, stating "Well, from what Fury's told me; he was hiding out in a house outside of Maine when he was snatched by Hydra. Police have it sealed off; they think it was a home robbery gone wrong."

Coulson nods, "It's as good a place as any to start. I'll get a hold of Hill, see if we can't borrow one of Tony's planes for a while." Sky looks at him surprised, "You wanna borrow one of Iron Man's planes?" he looks at her, shrugs and says "Why not? He's got, like, 20. I'm sure he won't mind." Damn. I was really hoping to save it for another day, but we're losing time here and we'd lose even more time waiting for one of Stark's planes to just drop in our laps.

"Actually," they look at me, wondering what I'm gonna say. "I, uh…" Coulson eyes widened, he knew what I was going to say. "You still have it?" I nod, his eyes narrow a bit "I thought it wasn't functional? Last I saw of it-" "We'll I've fixed it up. It's a little old fashioned but it'll get the job done and we'll be there in an hour. Two tops." He seems impressed, while the girl once again looks confused.

"What are you guys talking about do – do you have a plane?" she asks, and I can't help but tease her a bit. "Well…sort of." She looks at her boss, more confused now than she did before we got here. Well, let's just hope she gets un-confused quick because we don't have any more time left for her to play catch up.

The next few minutes move quickly, almost in a blink. With the exception of Ernie the shop owner, the others gathered what they needed from the bunker. Coulson and Skye informed May of their next course of action; she insisted on tagging along for the next phase of the mission, but Coulson convinced her that she was needed there at The Playground to runs things while he's in the field. After which, the two of them went through all the files in the bunker, trying to find any sensitive or significant information.

Meanwhile Jaxx gather all of his things from the guest room above the shop, which mainly consisted of a duffle bag full of clothes and a pair of fake ID's. He talked with Ernie for a little while, thanking him for letting this ol' worn-down marine stay in his guest room. They shook hands, even gave one another a hug upon which Ernie whispered into his ear "Be careful out there kid." Ernie was one to always worry about the well-being of his friends, but if he knew anything about Jaxx, he would know not to worry for him, but for his enemies.

The drive to the Jaxx's plane would take about 2 hours, due mainly to the fact that it was way off the beaten path and it was a private airstrip owned by a long-retired Air Force pilot, whose son was once saved by Jaxx during his time in Iraq. Since that day he was more than willing to "Look after" a few things here and there, including a stash bag full of cash and other amenities after SHIELD fell; which he would also soon collect, along with the plane.

The ride itself wasn't really thrilling; mainly Coulson asking how Jaxx has been doing since everything went to hell and him explaining how he's been rescuing those still loyal to SHIELD with the help of Barton and Romanoff. Skye stayed silent for the whole ride, barely even listening to their back and forth conversation. She mainly kept reliving a certain moment; the fight in the alley. It kept playing in her head over and over again, like a film reel stuck on a loop. The Hydra agent appears seemingly out of nowhere, firing at both her and Jaxx. She squeezes the trigger, firing 2 shots from her Icer; as the shots hit her target square in the chest she feels relived. That is, until he slams against the brick wall, and instead of collapsing against the wall, he stumbles forward. What came next was like a never ending nightmare; he flips forward over the railing, and everything seems to slow down. He falls slowly through the air, seemed like hours when he finally hit the ground, landing neck first. The eerily snapping of bone and cartilage against the hard concrete; the last moment she saw was of the man lying lifeless where he landed, the eyes were cold, void of any spark of life. She had never killed anyone before, well, not anyone outside the occasional video game that is. She'd never seen the light in one's eyes slowly extinguish, but the image of the man's lifeless face, blood running out of his nose and mouth, continually haunts her. No matter how many times she tries to put it out of her mind, it keeps coming back.

They finally arrived at the airfield, where Jaxx was greeted by the retired Air Force Colonel, and his son. Jaxx shook hands and introduced them two Coulson and Skye. After a little chat, the three of them walk over to the hanger where his plane is stored. He unlocks it, taking the rusted steel chain of the door; Jaxx then smiled to himself and swung open the doors. Coulson appeared to look both shocked and amazed at what was in front of him right now. He only ever heard of it through water cooler gossip, it wasn't even supposed to exist, but then again; one could say the same thing about Captain America, or Thor.

Skye was a little wearier than Coulson was, for she knew nothing about this bulky thing parked right in front of her. She wasn't even sure what exactly it was supposed to be, but she did know one thing. Both Coulson and Jaxx knew what it is and what it did; she was determined to find out as well.

Skye

"What the hell, is that thing?" maybe I should've been paying attention to their conversation in the car, but I couldn't help it if my mind was elsewhere. "It's an Iron Wing VX-32. Designed and fabricated by Howard Stark." Ok firstly the name sounds pretty cool, a little retro, but cool. And secondly, that still doesn't tell me exactly what it does.

"So what, it's just a transport plane or something?" when A.C turns and looks at me, the expression on his face tells me that I might've hurt his feelings or insulted him by calling it just a transport plane. "It's not just a transport plane," he says. Jaxx drops his head, sighing "Here we go," he knows all too well about what's coming next and so do I; the extra detailed and extra-long explanation as to why this is no ordinary plane.

"This plane as you call it, has three duel-propulsion jet engines, faster-than-sound travel, and highly dense metal alloy frame similar to those used on submarines during World War 2." Okay then. "So, not just a transport plane, huh?" please god no more. I've learned my lesson…well, not really.

"So this is like, the very first Quin-jet or something?" Coulson doesn't seem hear me; the Iron Wing has his full and undivided attention. He reaches up and slowly runs his hand across the wing of the plane; he usually only does that to Lola. "Sort of," Jax answers, "It's considered the unofficial precursor to the modern day VTOL's." Strangely enough, I actually know what a VTOL is and what it stands for. "VTOL stands for-" I cut Jax off stating "Vertical Take Off and Landing, I know."

He looked impressed by the fact that I knew that. He grins a little, "Very good. Anyways, he wanted to create an aircraft that had the durability and the takeoff capabilities of a chopper, but the maneuverability and speed of a fighter plane. And so, the Iron Wing was born." See, that's all I needed to know, so why couldn't A.C just say what he said? It would've been much simpler.

A.C turns to Jaxx, a puzzled look on his face, "Where did you…How did you find this?" that's something I'm curious about too. "I found it during my second tour in Iraq. It was being stored in an old abandoned bunker just outside a small village; some of it was in pieces, others were still boxed up in crates. The plans were inside one of the crates." Jax tells.

That's an interesting story, but it still doesn't explain how it got here in the States. So, I ask "But, how were you even get it back here, I mean…" I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I'm going "Why didn't the military confiscate it, or SHIELD for that matter?" Bam! Let's see him explain his way outta that. He looks down briefly, then back at me and answers.

"Because, I never reported it to the Brass." Not exactly the answer I was expecting from him, in fact I don't even know how to respond to that. "Why didn't you report it?" but apparently A.C does. He looks over at the Director, then walks over to an old tool box kept in the corner of the hanger.

He kneels down, blocking me and A.C from seeing what he's doing, but we did hear the lid of the toolbox being opened. I reach for the Icer that's in the swoll of my back, lifting it up just a bit. I glance over at A.C who seemed to know what I was doing; he shakes his, telling me that he wants me to keep my weapon holstered.

I hate defying A.C like this, but at this point we can't take any chances, especially with Hydra in play. I'm just standing here, waiting anxiously for Jax to make his next move. Hearing him close the lid on the toolbox makes my even more anxious than before which is why I slowly cock back the hammer of my pistol and tighten my grip.

He slowly turns around, that's when my heart starts beating faster and faster, preparing me for what I might have to do. When I see him looking down at a small red leather journal in his hands, I let out a sigh of relief. I un-cock the hammer and slide the pistol back in my jeans. I pulled my shirt down and over the gun, which helps hide it from prying eyes.

Jax walks over to A.C, who looks about as confused and unsure as I do right now. Jax holds out the journal, "This is why," from his tone, it sounds like he's been holding on to this secret for a while. Nowadays, who here doesn't have secrets worth keeping.

Director Coulson took a moment to read through the journal for which Jaxx had kept for so long, and in the process Skye became curious as well and stood shoulder to shoulder with her surrogate father-figure. The journal itself belonged to Howard Stark, in it he speaks of both the ease and difficulty of building such an aircraft as the VX-32. He had wanted to build it out of a metal element called Vibranium, but was only able to procure a small amount; which was later used as the primary weapon for none other than Captain America.

As they continued to read the final few pages, they soon understood why this aircraft was never mass-produced. Howard's revelation was that, like many of his creations, this too could one day be used as a weapon of mass destruction. So, he deconstructed his newest creation and shipped it off to someplace where it would be kept out of the hands of both the military, and those who would seek to weaponize it. After closing the journal, Coulson understood why Jaxx had kept it from both the military and SHIELD. Skye started to feel as though she beginning to understand Jaxx both as a man and as a soldier. She still wasn't fully certain that he could be trusted, but then again there would always be some bit of lingering doubt about his true intent. However, he had just earned not only her gratitude, but her respect as well.

It took Jaxx a few minutes to get the aircraft started, hell, he only just about finished it less than a week ago; he had yet to take it for a test run, before everything else started happening, but there was no time for practice run. Coulson and Skye loaded up Lola and locked her into place before they strapped themselves in for what would certainly be the ride of their lives. Jaxx explained that they could arrive at the objective in little more than 2 hours, it would have been less than 30 minutes at Sonic speed, but he had yet to fix that part of the engine drive yet.

All lights were green, everything was up and running which meant it was showtime. He pushed the throttle forward and within seconds they were off the ground, now all they had to do is wait; waiting around was never one of Coulson's strongest suits, and luckily he wasn't alone. He looked at his watch and let out a sigh, before saying in an exhausted tone "One hour and 55 minutes to go. Is it too soon to ask if we're there yet?"