She's good...really good.

Coulson finally sits down after walking back and forth. Skye sits down next to him. "Sir." He's exhausted, but this mission is their priority. "What is it?"

"Trip sended a text." She says and passes the iPhone to him without reading it. He quickly glances at her and then gadget in his hand. "This isn't from him."

Skye furrows her eyebrows. "What?"

He stands up. "This is from May. I know how she thinks. How she writes. This is her." He massages the bridge of his nose. "She's doing it again..." He mumbles and Skye's about to ask, but then decides not to.

May sits in the backseat of a taxi. She bailed the moment she had a chance. Leaving Trip behind was her plan, when she saw him on that rooftop.

Trip keeps searching for her until he gives up. He taps his jeans pockets. Oh hell no. He turns on the comm. "May took off."

"We know." Coulson replies casually.

"She took my iPhone." Trip mutters as he covers his mouth with his hand.

"I'll get you a new one." Coulson says with a hint of humor in his voice. Skye suppressed her laugh, but her throat made a noise that sounded like a snort.

Trip rolls his eyes. "I don't want a new one." He mumbles as he goes.

Hunter's been smiling during this short conversation. "Feeling a bit down there buddy? Not able to keep your eye on her."

Trip walks faster. "Shut up."

Skye then lets out a laugh and Coulson turns to stare at her with a serious look. She covers her mouth and nods repeatedly until he turns to look back at the screen. He was in no mood for this. He has no idea why May had to take off to Thailand. He wanted to see her so badly, especially because he wanted to be wrong. That she doesn't have a health problem.

May hits dial and waits patiently until she hears. "Zhāohū."

"Qiaohui." She says her friend's name and hears soft sigh of relief. "Melinda. It's so good to hear from you." She says with a heavy chinese accent and continues, before she can butt in. "I have been worried about you."

"I know. I need your help." She gets right to the point and Qiaohui hears the urgency in her voice. "Okay. I'll call Michael. Are you feeling up to fly the plane?"

It's good to have friends, who have power and yet be smart. "Yes. Xièxiè." May says softly.

Qiaohui smiles on a sunny beach in Bahrain. "Contact me if anything is wrong. Fly safe."

In his office Phillip Coulson stares the file on his desk. Agent Melinda May. He had closed the door of his office the moment he heard Hunter say someone else had killed their target and now he has no idea what to do.

All he knows is that he needs her. Here. To tell him what he should do. He can't contact Fury anymore. He pushed his luck the last time he called him and even then he wasn't happy hearing from him.

Closing his eyes he can't turn his mind off of May. The possibility of her not coming back is- He can't even think it. He grabs his iPhone and stares the name he had earlier picked up. Agent Antoine Triplett. May has his iPhone. She contacted them with it. All he has to do is press dial.

"I have a clear shot!" He hears her eager voice.

"Back away." He doesn't hear her reply. "May do you copy?"

"I have a clear shot!" She says again.

"Back away Agent May! I'm ordering you to back away!"

He was harsh, but she wasn't realistic. He tried to protect her. Anyone could have seen the rifle's flash come from the highest building of the town. He also knows May would have made her escape, but they didn't know if other agencies were tracking him as well. He couldn't risk it. Couldn't risk her.

May bailed. Of course she did and Coulson is not handling it well.