A/N~ Dear Readers, While I'm writing this I am getting a lot of help from my sister assantra, another writer of fanfic. Thanks sis. Thank you all for your reviews, faves, follows and comments. Keep it up, it helps me write better. Thank you all. ~fiery menace
Chapter 12
Chris informed them that Jarvis had actually received a call from within elevator 18A. He suspected that even though he had never done a voice print of Agent Jasper Sitwell it was he within the elevator. He mentioned that the agent, was a little frazzled and truthfully a little frightened, because he had informed the AI , "You need to send someone with medical training, we have an extremely pregnant woman here who seems to be in labor."
They knew that Agent Sitwell was actually in that particular elevator because Chris had hacked SHIELD. Apparently the techs who had hacked Jarvis hadn't even bothered to cover their tracks. Probably thinking since their agents would be taking over the Tower, they could cover up anytime they wanted.
Chris had backtracked through their same path and had hacked them back. He was covering his tracks and had managed to get into their personnel files.
So he not only knew where all the SHIELD agents were but who they were as well. The teen had managed to link the agents cell phones, ear wigs and other such tech with the info on the SHIELD computers. Sitwell's team was divided between the elevator that held the woman and elevator 20A, both of which were stuck somewhere around the Garage Level 3.
Clara had agreed to go with Tamara and Tamarina, just in case there really was a pregnant woman on the elevator. Her nursing skills would come in handy if the woman was as close to delivering as Sitwell implied.
While they are riding Stark's private express elevator down to the garage level. Tamara teases her aunt by asking, "When is the last time you delivered a baby, Aunt Clara?"
Clara replied with a smile, "Oh it's been a few years but I think I remember the basics."
Tamarina asks shyly, "Do you ever miss it Aunt Clara?"
"Sometimes a little bit," Clara admitted with a little melancholy before adding, "But I much prefer being a domestic goddess."
As soon as the elevator got to the right level they took out the one that had the only the agents in it first. Clara had Chris open the elevator doors and Tamara and Tamarina stepped in quickly echoing, "Up, please." As Tamara pushed every button on the panel while the doors slid closed abnormally quickly.
The twins wands slid down their arms and as soon as their palms touched tape they went to work. There was no acrobatics or gymnastics, it was just a matter of the twins disarming and disabling as quickly as possible. Joints, groin and neck were targeted with frightening accuracy.
When they were done Tamara stood guard as Tamarina pulled the zip ties from the agents own belt pouches to use on the groaning men and women Pulling each agent to the far corner and putting their weapons behind her sister. When she was done she pushed the door open button and the pink ribboned SHIELD agent helped them drag the other agents out of the elevator.
Weapons were stacked carefully beside the elevator by Clara. The agent looked in her gear and pulled out duct tape which was quickly applied to the other agents mouths. Clara went to the other elevator and said, "As soon I step in and at least two of the guards come out Chris close the doors."
She waited until the twins and the female SHIELD agent were out of sight and then opened the door to be faced with several very agitated SHIELD agents aiming guns at her. Catching the eye of the pregnant woman on the floor with Sitwell at her back supporting her as she obviously went through a hard contraction.
Clara scolded, "And this is a mans reaction to a woman in labor, point a gun at her in the hopes the poor traumatized infant will run back up into the uterus for safety? Men, typical men, get out."
When the agents looked hesitant, she yelled, "Out!" In the voice all men learn to recognize from their mothers, from the time they are old enough to get into mischief. Sitwell tries to struggle up from behind the woman, until Clara says in a firm tone, "Not you. You stay there and support her but let her lay back a little to see how far along we are. Hey you up there," Clara yells to her listening nephew, "Appreciate the fresh air and all but a little privacy for the next part would be appreciated even more."
The doors slid closed with one of the agents still inside. She helped Sitwell and the pregnant woman position her for a pelvic exam and then as if just realizing the remaining SHIELD agent had positioned himself behind her. She reiterated, "Hey a little privacy here Peeping Tom." she said waving him over to stand in front of he elevators control panel. Then using the woman's sweater to try and maintain her dignity as much as possible, she examined her and said swiftly, "This little kiddo is in a hurry, you're crowning sweetie. We're not going anywhere until this little one gets his first breath of elevator air."
"Okay so have either of you had any training, the classes or anything?" Clara asked as she assessed what they had available. Before they could answer the first question she commanded, "Everybody empty your pockets, you take off your jacket and tie, roll up your sleeves. You tall, dark, and gun-toting, I said empty your pockets now."
The woman was answering through clenched teeth as she went through another contraction, "Classes yes, I have to push," Clara grabbed Sitwell's suit jacket and the woman's purse over to her. Placing the suit jacket across her lap, Clara then dumped out the contents of the purse on the floor beside her. Grabbed out a couple of hair barrettes and a small bottle of hand sanitizer.
"Not yet sweetie breath like they taught you in class." She dragged a pair of gloves on with speed, pulled out an alcohol pad and wiped down her hands. There were no scissors in the small first aid kit Clara carried. She looked up at the SHIELD agent and said sharply, "You have a knife, give it to me." The agent balked until the woman on the floor gave a low keening wail through clenched teeth.
Clara worked quickly cleaning the blade, placing it so the sterilized blade touched nothing. She then talked the woman through the surprisingly short delivery. Teasing the woman and to a certain degree Jasper, by implying they were a couple and that she felt at one point like she only needed to have the catchers mitt ready to catch the impending newborn.
The woman's name was Sheila and she was a tanned honey blond who said she hadn't wanted to know what the baby was. So when she delivered a baby boy, she immediately dubbed the little bald baby Jasper as soon as Clara laid him in Sheila's arms, wrapped in the agents suit jacket.
Clara handed the SHIELD agent his knife back and he was holding it between his thumb and forefinger when the elevator doors opened and their stood the female SHIELD agent holding her weapon on the two men in the elevator. "Good work ladies," she said as Tamara and Tamarina looked around her to coo over the newborn.
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Agent Felix Blake was a little nonplussed to find that the inventor Tony Stark not only had his suits secured in what amounted to a vault the size and security level of Fort Knox. But that apparently the arc reactor was located elsewhere in the sub basement levels
"They never make it easy, do they?" he muttered to himself, before barking the order, "You three go find the arc reactor, we'll stay here and work on gaining access to the vault until Sitwell and his team can get here."
Two of the tech crew had already plugged their equipment into the panel by the door to the vault to try and gain access. "It'll just take a few minutes," they explained, "Since we have control of the A.I., we should be able to trick it into giving us the access codes to the vault."
Felix already knew all of this since he and two others had created the access that overrode the A.I.'s security protocols in the first place as well as the virus that created a back door for SHIELD to get back into the computer should it ever become necessary.
He waited patiently for the first five minutes, then paced for the next five, the foot tapping started after that. Finally after fifteen minutes he asked, "What seems to be the problem gentlemen?"
"Uh we seem to be having some technical difficulties, sir," the man said sheepishly, without ever raising his eyes from the screen of his small tablet.
"I think that much is obvious," said the senior technician waspishly. Then in a forced tone of calm, he added, "Explain the problem? Besides the obvious that you can't get the damned vault open."
"It's as if the A.I.'s code is changing as we go to block us from getting into the vault." the tech said as his fingers danced furiously over the keyboard.
"I didn't think the A.I. was capable of that without Stark being involved in the process." Agent Blake said thoughtfully.
"This isn't Stark's code," said the other technician as he also studied his screen.
"What, how do you know that?" asked Blake seriously.
"Every code writer whether he's a hacker or an actual designer has their own signature code writing tricks. This isn't Starks nor any of the people that work for him that I can tell. This is someone else and they are good," he typed something in and then cursed before adding, "Damned good."
"Thanks we'll let our brother know you like his work," said a young male voice. All four agents looked up to see they had four guns on them. Although, the two that the younger men held looked more like modified dart guns than actual guns.
The goth looking teen added, "Be glad he didn't add in his little back surge trick or you probably would have fried computers and crispy fingers."
"Agent Blake, I believe that SHIELD regulations state that when a tech team is in play. You have two agents minimum standing guard," the SHIELD agent with the pink armband said a little gleefully.
The senior agent stared at the other man and said, "Agent Cromwell, isn't it? I thought you were on assignment?"
"I am, I was assigned here," said the other man.
"I order you to stand down, and take these people into custody," Blake said arrogantly.
"We don't attack civilian targets, Stark doesn't even invent weapons anymore. These kids are civilians and yet they are holding you, because you didn't follow protocol." said the other man.
"Sitwell is a little late, but he should be here any minute." Blake said heatedly, and really for an Agent you shouldn't have been able to read his face so easily. It was obvious he was also expecting the other technicians to come along at any moment.
Alex laughed softly and said, "Your other agents, techs whatever, we already took care of them. They're drooling and on their way upstairs to join all of the other agents." A beep had him looking at his sat phone, which he answered still focused on holding his gun on the tech squad. "Agent Sitwell won't be coming either, apparently he helped deliver a bouncing baby boy who will now be known as Jasper, apparently. Now would you like to walk or be dragged gentleman." Alex asked.