A loud screeching sound stunned a few pedestrians. They looked up to see the SHIELD BUS fly from behind the large Utah Mountains. The grey plane seemed to come from nowhere as it slowly and softly touched the desert ground by a forsaken American road.

'Sir,' said Jemma Simmons as she approached Coulson. 'Do you mind if we all take a look at the CCTV footage again? It's a bit much to process.'

Walking back over to the table, Coulson switched the screen on and the SHIELD clan watched the security footage from the diner. The enigmatic man hoisted Moira and Marcus Stoat up without even touching them. After they were thrown at walls and stools, the man simply left in a rush.

'So this freak is telekinetic?' suggested Lance and so everyone stared at him. 'What?'

'We don't use the term freak,' Agent May said as she walked past, placing her mobile phone back in her pocket. 'This man's name is Giles Jarvis. The police identified him as a domestic abuser. He's had three girlfriends and all of which he hit and beat.'

'He sounds lovely,' a disturbed Fitz said. 'Simmons, can you pass me the… the… uh…'

'The iPad?'

'Yes.'

Passing him the iPad, Simmons watched as he got Jarvis' police records up on screen and Skye took the tablet to start reading through.

'Right plan of attack,' Coulson loaded a gun. 'Skye and Bobbi will go and ask the owners questions. It's been two days after the attack and luckily they agreed to chat. Lance and May stay on here and check for any more security images of the guy and FitzSimmons can explore the diner if they want. Considering I have a meeting with Fury, I shall not be present.'

'You're leaving us to look after a telekinetic wife beater?' said an unsure May.

'Basically.'

Walking out of the plane, Coulson hopped in Lola and sped off into the horizon. May and Lance looked at each other and stepped back inside.

Opening the diner door, Bobbi and Skye approached the bar where Moira came out from the office. She had her right arm in a sling.

'I'd offer you both a Pepsi but my arm's a little tied up.'

'I don't drink fizzy drinks anyway,' smiled Bobbi. 'So you say you were thrown at a wall by the man?'

'I've answered all my questions to the police,' she said. 'They all think that man was some kind of illusionist and that it was some magic act. I don't see how they can be so blind.'

'Well we don't believe it was a magic act,' protested Skye and so Bobbi glanced at her with a distasteful expression. 'We think the man was some kind of telekinetic person.'

'Telekinetic?' she said, shocked by what Skye had just said. 'Marcus is still in intensive care. Being thrown at stools left him three broken ribs and a broken elbow.'

'What is that?' asked Fitz, checking the power box outside the Diner for dust.

'It's an electrical potential energy detector,' said Simmons. 'Telekinesis is usually the result of a ridiculous amount of electrical potential energy in people. It can leave residue behind.'

Fitz then wiped the dust off of the power box on his trousers and heard the noise of clanging. Walking around the corner, he saw someone on the roof and was then launched across the other side of the road.

Scanning the floor, she came across some large footprints.

'That's odd,' Simmons stroked the prints with her hand. 'These prints look fresh. Very fresh.'

'I take it you're with SHIELD.'

Screaming, Jemma dropped the device and rotated around to see Giles Jarvis standing on the low roof behind her.

'Looking at this security footage, it would appear Giles Jarvis walked down the road late last night and was seen walking back down it ten minutes ago.'

'Hang on,' said Lance, biting into a red apple. 'If he was seen walking down the road ten minutes ago, could he have been heading back to the diner? The diner is one of the only buildings on this highway.'

'And Bobbi, Skye and FitzSimmons are at the diner.'

Suddenly hearing yelping and shouting, May and Lance ran over to the door where they saw the diner across the road. To their surprise, they saw an unconscious Fitz beside the BUS and Jemma being thrown against the outside diner wall.

'Pass me the gun!'

Reaching for the small black pistol on the research desk, Lance tossed it to May who then started shooting at Jarvis. Hearing the bullets ring against the diner walls, Jarvis lowered his hand and Simmons fell against the floor, barely able to stand up again.

Pushing both hands forward, Jarvis made the plane move. Simmons watched in horror as the plane skimmed against the desert floor as it was pushed backwards. It turned on its back and the door was ripped off.

'What the hell was that?' asked Skye as she ran up to the recently repaired window. She spotted Jarvis advancing across the road to the overturned plane and that's when she knew something bad had happened.

A bloody May looked over at a motionless Lance. A beam had fallen on his head and May's thigh was stinging. She moved a sheet of paper out of the way to see a wound. Staring out of the space where the door used to be, May saw Jarvis approach the plane.

As he thrust his hands outwards, she screamed as a small part of the plane was ripped off. Now in plain daylight, May was vulnerable to Jarvis as he outstretched his arms. Knowing he was going to do something bad, she tried looking for a nearby weapon but there wasn't one.

Suddenly, Jarvis jolted. One of Bobbi's electrical sticks was placed on his neck. He fell to the floor and Skye and Bobbi stood there, staring at the plane wreck.

'Oh look,' May said. 'It's the Mockingbird