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Campbell's upper lip lifted in a sneer of disgust at the people who had been in his home for the past week. His usual guards which were as always nameless lugged the Americans and British girl out of his house and into the back of a black minivan. He and Ward had agreed that he too would be drugged at the same time as his 'team' so as to arise minimal suspicion when they awoke already on a random plane heading across the world. For all he cared, they could use the team's jet as scrap metal. Or perhaps his superiors would have use for it. What better way to infiltrate the enemy after all than using one of their own planes?
Campbell smiled as he watched the back of the van disappear over the horizon, taking his son's last connection out of the country with them. Everything was going according to plan. He turned back into the house, deciding to see how Leopold and Robert were getting on.
He knocked on the drawing room's door before walking inside, hearing the lock snick into place with a flick of his wrist on the key. If he was surprised to see Robert leaning over the young man to look at the papers on the desk, all the while running his hands up and down the latter's chest beneath his shirt and nestling his sharp nose in the crevice where the boy's neck met his shoulders, then Campbell didn't show it. He had known that Robert had always been… interested in Leopold. It wasn't as if he himself had an attachment to the boy, as long as he completed his duty. So if that constituted being pulled into the lap of a man your father's age, so be it.
"Hello again Ross. Didn't think it would take you so long to gather up all those filthy Americans. I hope you got the lovely resignation letter that Leopold wrote" commented Robert as he allowed his hands to trail further up the inside of Leo's bare thighs.
"I must say I do love traditional Scottish values like wearin' a kilt," smirked McFarlen "it so much less of a hassle, don't you think Leopold?"
Robert couldn't help but laugh when the boy remained perfectly still, his vacant expression revealing nothing. The man sighed and removed his hand out from beneath the boy's kilt and proceeded to smile once again at Campbell.
"But pleasures will have to wait young Leopold, because now we have a wedding to plan for tomorrow."

Skye gasped as she opened her eyes. Her head throbbed and the lingering taste of a something awful remained in her mouth. She was in the back of a black minivan, surrounded by the unconscious bodies of her team mates all of whom, including herself, were cuffed.
"What the hell are we doing here?" Skye thought to herself as she spotted the two heavily-built men in the front seats.
"Are ye sure they won't wake up?" asked the brunette to his partner who was driving.
"For th' last time, we calculated th' doses correctly! They won't be wakin' up until they're on a plane to frickin' South Africa."
"Why South Africa?"
The blond one sighed. "It doesn't have to be South Africa, Mr Campbell just said to shove 'em onto th' first plane available. As long as they don't interfere with th' weddin' and are out of th' country for long enough, that's all that matters."
"But why are we goin' to an English airport? Why not just drop them off at th' one close to the house?"
"Because it makes it harder for them to get back and it puts less suspicion on Mr Campbell."
Skye was shocked. She knew Campbell was cold but this was a whole new level. He was getting rid of them so that he could finally marry his son off.
"Well that is not gonna happen." she thought to herself as she tried to shuffle inconspicuously towards May who was now beginning to wake up. "Hold on Fitz. I'm gonna come and get you."
She watched as May opened her eyes, the hazy cover of the drugs wearing off, allowing the sharpness to return. She looked over her shoulder at Skye who was now precariously twisting her head so that her pinned up hair was resting on her hands. And that was when May understood.
"The pins."
She carefully pulled out one of the bobby pins from Skye's long hair and bending it out she inserted it into the handcuffs lock. It was awkward but after a few minutes there was a small click which to both women's great relief the drivers did not seem to have heard.
With feline stealth that Skye never seemed to get used to seeing, May slid over to have access to her partner's hands.
By the time both women were freed, Coulson had woken while Simmons and Ward were still asleep. May worked on the handcuffs before the three of them silently gestured their plan to take out the two drivers. Moving together as a team, they dealt the two men quick strong blows to the head rendering them unconscious and making the driver slump over the wheel, his dead weight still pressing on the gas.
"May! Help me get him out or we're going to drive off the cliff or something." cried Coulson to which May reacted immediately, slipping her arms under the man's other side and heaving alongside her partner. With the front finally cleared, the two agents slipped into the leather seats and May grabbed the wheel, slowly bringing the car back under her control as Coulson checked the glove box for any information or weapons.
Meanwhile, Skye was using the handcuffs to restrain the two men, patting them down to reveal that each had two guns on them and a knife. She reported her findings to her superiors who nodded and asked her to pass them up so that they each had a weapon.
"Skye, check Ward and Simmons. We need them both awake as soon as possible."
Skye complied and crawled over to the scientist and began attempting to wake her up. Once she could see the girls eyes she attempted the same with Ward but the man remained stubbornly asleep.
"I can't wake Ward but it could just be that they upped his dosage of the drug since he is larger than all of us." Skye suggested as she began uncuffing the unconscious man.
"His breathing is steady and he also has a needle mark in his neck so I think you're right and that we don't need to worry." commented Simmons as she leaned over to inspect Ward's neck. "Why are we here? Last thing I remember was going to bed at the house."
"Same with all of us." Coulson said as he looked at the two girls in the back
"Campbell paid these guys to ship us out so that he could marry Fitz off. They said that as long as we were away from the house for a while it wouldn't matter."
"We're about ten minutes from the Scottish-English boarder from what I can tell." said Coulson as he looked at the map on his lap. "If Campbell is making Fitz marry today, we won't make it in time to stop him. These men have been driving all night and some of the day. It will take us way too long to get back, especially since we don't know how to get to the house."
The whole van went quiet; all of them thinking about what Fitz must be going through all alone at the hands of his father.
"We need someone who knows the area, especially Campbell's land as well as his mind."
Simmons suddenly got up and, having found her bag, searched through its pockets until she found a small card.
'Dr S. Reid' it said in an elegant hand, and written beneath it was an address for the man's practice as well has him mobile number.
"I know who can help us." said Simmons with a smile.