Back From the Dead Chapter 3: I'll Pay You To Shoot Him, an agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. fanfic

Back From the Dead

Disclaimer:
As always, I own nothing.

Rating:
T

Genre:
Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Pairing:
Coulsye

Lyrics Used:
Megan McCauley "I'll Pay You To Shoot Him"
Jessie J "Who's Laughing Now"

I'll Pay You to Shoot Him

"You wanted to see me, Agent Hill?" Phil Coulson asked, entering his fellow senior agent's field office. Looking up at her colleague, Agent Maria Hill could tell that something had died inside Coulson the day he lost the hacker. Personally, she never understood their connection-only that they, in fact-shared a very deep one. Given the age difference, she just chalked it up to a father-daughter connection. She also knew that Coulson took his job as the the team lead very seriously. She knew he took losing a member of his team, personally. Which made the news she was about to deliver that much harder.

"Phil, there's..." Maria began, hesitantly. Immediately, Phil knew something was wrong. Maria Hill was never nervous-never awkward. "...there's something I have to tell you..." She sighed. "Ian Quin escaped custody." She deadpanned, opting to just rip the band-aid off and be done with it.

Staring into the face of her friend and colleague, Maria realized this was the first time in all the years they'd known and worked with one another that she honestly could not read him...at all. There was a bitter cold in his eyes as his body language became deadly calm for a beat. "Okay..." Phil replied, a terse quality to his voice that Hill was fairly certain would have scared the shit out of Director Fury, himself. "I'm gonna say 'What?!'...And, the words 'Ian', 'Quinn', and 'escaped' damn well better disappear from your reply." He threatened, his voice deadly quiet.

"I would love nothing more than to-" Maria never got the rest of her sentence out before Coulson's calm exterior shattered.

"HE WHAT?!" Phil roared, causing the usually stoic agent to flinch, visibly. Storming across the office, Coulson slammed his fists on the desk-eliciting an equally uncharacteristic jump from the other senior agent-before hissing "How?"

"We don't know." Maria conceded, shakily. "One of the guards was serving breakfast and saw that his cell was empty. We checked the camera feeds-every possible angle. He must have had outside help since the cameras were taken temporarily offline-" She began, before being cut off, again.

"Just long enough for him to make his escape." Phil interjected, visibly working the puzzle in his head. "That still doesn't account for how he got out of the building unseen!"

"We're working on that." Maria replied, regaining at least some of her composure. "In addition to finding Quinn."

"You leave that to me and my team." Phil hissed, dangerously, before storming out of the office. Flopping down in her chair, Maria sighed heavily as the tension of the confrontation bled from her body. Well...That went well... She thought to herself, sarcastically, before getting back to work.

"Shall I wake her up, now?" One of the nurses asked, turning to Dr. Streitman, preparing to bring Skye out of her medically induced coma.

"Not yet." The senior physician replied.

"Doctor, it's been three days..." The nurse argued. "If the new memories haven't taken root, by now, they're not going to." She reasoned.

"That's not what I'm concerned about." Noting the confused look in the young nurse's eyes, Dr. Streitman knew she would need more to go on. "Ian Quinn's on the loose." He added. "We're going to keep her under until he can be brought to justice, once and for all. If word gets out that she's still alive, we can't be sure he won't come back to finish the job." The doctor reasoned.

"She doesn't have to be in a coma to go into hiding." The young nurse argued, naïve to the full situation.

"Normally, you'd be correct, Nurse Robinson." The doctor conceded. "However, this is hardly a normal situation." He added, cryptically. "We can't wake her up until the time is right for her to rejoin her team."

"Why not?" Nurse Robinson questioned, curiously.

"Because, the more time she spends away from them, the more questions we have to answer and the more likely she is to remember what actually happened to her." Dr. Streitman explained, finally. "It's bad enough we dragged her through that shit, once...And, that we're lying to her about it...I do not want to be the one to tell her the truth." He confessed, guiltily. "Do you?" He questioned the young nurse, quirking an eyebrow challengingly.

"I suppose not." Nurse Robinson confessed.

"I didn't think so." Dr. Streitman replied, before leaving the room.

"He what?!" Jemma screeched.

"How is that even possible?!" Grant asked, barely able to restrain his anger.

"We don't know." Coulson admitted, tersely. "But, the 'how' is not nearly as important as the 'where'." He added, changing the subject. "Personally, I'm far more interested in where Quinn is, now. And, how to take his sorry ass down, once and for all."

"I agree." May interjected, her voice deadly quiet.

"May and Coulson are right." Leo replied. "We can't go back in time and prevent Quinn from escaping." The genius conceded. "But, we can ensure that he pays dearly for what he did to Skye." The rest of the team fell into a stunned silence at the venom that dripped from the rocket scientist's voice.

"We'll have to play our cards just right." May suggested. "Quinn knows all our faces." She reasoned. "How will we approach him."

"We won't." Coulson replied, shrugging simply.

"I'm sorry." Jemma interjected, quizzically. "But, how exactly are we supposed to 'make Quinn pay' if we can't even approach him?"

"You misunderstood." Phil replied, simply. "I said 'We won't'..." He added. Before anyone could say or do anything else, another young woman entered the room to stand behind Coulson. Taking in the sight of her, they noticed she stood at almost Coulson's exact height with an athletic build. She was Caucasian with brown hair and blue eyes and bore a remarkable resemblance to Coulson.

"I will." The new girl replied, smiling smugly. "Special Agent Karyleena Coulson. Though, just 'Kary' or 'KC' is just fine." She added, introducing herself, rather proudly.

"'Coulson'?" Leo and Jemma repeated, simultaneously.

"Yes, that's right." Karyleena confirmed. "I'm Agent Coulson's daughter." She added, wrapping her arm around her father's shoulders.

"I've read Kary in on the full situation, with Quinn." Phil added, his voice purely clinical. "And, Skye..." He added, his voice notably softer.

Gently squeezing her father's hand, supportively, Kary jumped in for him. "And, I volunteered to go after Quinn. A friend of mine in tech ops is working 'round the clock on finding Quinn."

"Say you do manage to find him..." Grant challenged. "Then, what?" He asked. "How do you plan to bring him in? He's gonna be paranoid, looking out for anything and everything S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Which is why I've got a very special ace up my sleeve." Karyleena replied, with a smug-albeit, cryptic-smirk on her face. However, before anyone could question her about it, the shrill ring of a cellphone pierced the air. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she tapped the screen before speaking into it. "Coulson."

"Hey, Kare-Bear." Agent Richard Anderson replied, hearing his friend and colleague answer the phone. "Can you speak freely?"

"You can." Karyleena replied, smiling softly at the use of her friend's personal nick-name for her.

"We got a lock on Quinn." Richard replied, getting straight down to business. "He just booked a room at-get this-the Grandhotel Pupp in the Czech Republic." The tech officer replied.

"That was fast." Kary replied, clearly impressed by her friend's abilities.

"Yeah, well, it helps that he was stupid enough to use an old alias." Richard explained, digging through the reservations on the hotel's database. "Looks like he checked in under 'David Conrad'."

"That's great, Rick." Kary replied. "Send the details to my phone. I'll take it from there." She added in lieu of a 'goodbye' as she hung up the phone. "That was Agent Richard Anderson in tech ops. Turns out Mr. Quinn-or shall I say, Mr. Conrad-has checked himself into the Grandhotel Pupp in the Czech Republic."

"Great!" Ward replied, sarcastically. "There's step one." He added. "Now, how exactly do you plan to catch him?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he dared Karyleena to come back from that.

"Ya ever hear the old expression, 'You'll catch more flies with honey than vinegar', Agent Ward?" Kary asked, smugly.

"What's your point?!" Grant asked, cockily.

Sighing heavily, Karyleena replied "Okay...What if I said 'honey trap' and you understood what I'm saying?"

"That's..." Grant began, trying to scoff at the idea. But, he had to admit. That would be the last thing that Quinn would expect. It may well be just crazy enough to work. "That's...pretty brilliant, actually..." He finally realized, he had to admit defeat.

"Excuse me, Agent-I mean, Kary..." Jemma began, correcting herself mid-sentence, as she recalled the nicknames the younger Coulson preferred. "But, are there any stops coming up where I could board this train of thought?"

Smiling understandingly, Kary replied "Well, Jemma...The Honey Trap is one of the oldest tricks in the book..." She began, carefully. "Every operative has their own spin on it...But, the basics are have a few drinks...flirt...bat your eyelashes a couple times-he takes you up to his room-...get naked and let him think he's gonna get lucky." Karyleena replied, bluntly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my daughter..." Coulson replied, sarcastically, as he gestured to his daughter who merely smacked him on the shoulder playfully.

"Hey, your baby girl's all grown up, now, and willing to do whatever the hell it takes to take that bastard down for what he did-not only to Skye-but, to the rest of your team when he took her from you." Karyleena replied, instantly earning countless brownie points from the team around her. "Which is where my own little spin on the honey trap comes into play..." She began, grinning wickedly. "Once we get up to Quinn's hotel room and I get him where I want him, the rest of you can come and out and play."

"'Come out and play'?" Leo repeated, curiously.

"Beat him...stab him...whip him..." Karyleena replied, casually, flipping her hair back behind her shoulder. "Whatever ya damn well feel like doin' to him, really..."

"You don't intend to take Quinn alive, do you?" May asked, filling in the blanks.

"Why would I?" Kary scoffed. "Because it worked so well, the last time?!" Catching blank stares from the operatives around her, she added "No. I don't intend for Quinn to leave that hotel room, alive." She replied, finally. "That dickless wonder deserves to rot in Hell for what he did and I-for one-intend to put him right where he belongs-six feet under the ground." Even Phil Coulson, himself, didn't recognize the dark, venomous voice that poured from his daughter's lips. "Satan can do the rest."

"Where do you plan on hiding your wire?" Grant asked as they began their descent in the Czech Republic.

"Richard gave me these special contacts to wear." Kary replied, pulling a small white plastic case from her pocket. "They have a tiny little camera in them so, you'll all be able to see what I see as I see it." She explained, before pulling a small black velvet box from the same pocket. "Next, I have these earrings with a comm link built in." Replacing her supplies in her pocket, the younger Coulson began to take her leave.

"Where are you going?" Jemma asked, curiously.

"To the Cage, to get ready." Kary shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It takes time to achieve the level of knockout required to seduce Ian Quinn."

Walking into The Cage, Phil watched as his daughter put the finishing touches on her hair and make-up. "You weren't kidding when you said 'knockout'." He greeted, trying like hell to to keep his voice light as he took in the sight of the long-sleeved black lace mini-dress with a scalloped V neckline and matching black Louboutin stiletto heels. Looking into the mirror, he saw that her beautiful brown hair fell in soft waves, perfectly framing her face. Her eyes wore a subtle, yet striking, smokey eye-shadow combination as her lips wore a bright red lipstick.

Spritzing a dash of perfume on her wrists and neck, Karyleena replied "Well, when you're trying to seduce Ian Quinn, ya gotta bring your A-Game..." Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, she glanced at her chest before joking "...Or should I say your Double-D-Game?" She asked, hoping to add a little levity to the situation.

Despite the nature of the joke, and the current situation, Phil couldn't help chuckling slightly, despite himself. But, reality settled back in far too soon as he replied "You know you don't have to do this, right?"

Sighing lightly, Kary placed her lipstick in her black clutch as she replied "Of course I do." Turning to face her father, Kary took his hand in hers as she rested the other on his cheek. "I know how much Skye meant to you-better than even the rest of your team..." She explained. It was true. Phil hadn't told the rest of the team, but, he had long ago confided in her that he'd fallen in love with the young hacker. "That makes her important to me...And, you know what happens when someone takes something I care about away from me...Or more importantly, something someone I love cares about..."

Smiling gently, Phil knew all-too-well how vengeful his daughter could be. Particularly in a situation like this. Hell, if he were honest with himself, he knew that was part of why he'd asked for her help. "Thank you." He replied, softly, sincerely.

"Don't mention it." Kary replied, smiling sadly, before clearing her throat and shaking her head to clear her mind as she got back to business. "Now, while I'm downstairs with Quinn, Fitzsimmons is gonna get you into his room. Once you're in, hide until I give the signal. After that...just have fun with it..."

"Oh, trust me..." Phil replied, smiling dangerously. "I plan to..."

Walking into the hotel's bar, Kary had to fight to contain her smile as she noticed that she had immediately drawn the attention of every man in the room. Spotting an empty seat at the bar next to Quinn, Kary mentally prepared herself as she strode across the room to the bar. "Champagne koktejl, prosím." She spoke, placing her drink order while watching Quinn from the corner of her eye.

"Where is he?" Quinn asked, cockily, before turning to face the gorgeous woman next to him.

"I'm sorry?" Kary asked, laughing lightly. "What are you talking about?"

"You really expect me to believe a woman that can turn every head in the room arrives alone?" Quinn asked, smoothly.

"Believe what you want." Kary replied, never missing a beat as the bartender brought her drink. "Díky." She told the bartender before turning back to Quinn, sipping her drink as she finished her previous thought. "There's no guy."

As her target slid off of his stool to stand directly next to her, Kary had to fight tooth and nail to suppress the urge to vomit. "Well, that's a damn shame." He purred, instantly turning on the charm. It's official...Kary thought to herself. All men-my father excluded-are pigs...

"Is that so?" Kary replied, keeping up her flirtatious routine.

"In fact, it is." Ian Quinn replied, smiling flirtatiously. "Because I guarantee you...If I had a woman like you...I'd never let her out of my sight."

Now, that, I believe...Kary thought to herself. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to get a woman like me..." Kary countered, dropping her voice to her bedroom voice. "And, yet, I don't even know your name..."

Scoffing at the idea that somebody didn't know who he he was, Ian Quinn made his second stupid decision in twenty-four hours. "Come on..." He countered. "You don't recognize me?" Covering Kary's free hand with his own, Quinn added "Not even a little bit..."

"Hmm..." Kary purred, pretending to look him over, trying to identify him. "Well...Now that you mention it...You do look sort of familiar..." She conceded. "Have we met before?"

"No." Quinn chuckled. "But, I'm sure you've probably seen me before. Forbes, New York Times..."

"Sorry..." Kary replied. "I'm still drawin' a blank..."

"My name's Ian Quinn." Quinn replied, finally. He knew women always got off being hit on by someone with a big name like his. Surely, that would get him in her pants, by the end of the night.

"Oh, yes..." Kary hummed in feigned recognition. "You've done very well for yourself, haven't you?"

"I do all right." Quinn shrugged, feigning humility.

"So..." Kary began, sipping on her drink some more. "Where is she?" She asked, grinning, as she turned his own line around on him.

"I'm sorry?" Quinn asked, pretending he didn't know what she was talking about. "Where is who?"

"Come on." Kary scoffed. "You don't really expect me to believe someone of your wealth and influence-not to mention your looks-is here alone."

"What can I say?" Quinn asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I'm very selective."

Listening in on the conversation between Karyleena and Quinn, Ward turned to Coulson as they set up camp in Quinn's suite. "God, this guy's pourin' it on thick, isn't he?"

"You sure you really wanna hear this?" May asked, curiously. "Can't be easy sitting here, listening to your daughter flirting with someone like Quinn."

"She's good." Coulson countered, fighting against his own paternal instincts. "One of the best." Glancing around at his teammates, he finished "She knows what she's doing. She can take care of herself."

"Yeah, but, it's makin' me sick, just listening to this guy's crap." Ward replied, looking as if he may well be sick. Shuddering in disgust, he added "I can't believe women actually fall for his lines."

"It's not his lines they fall for..." May countered.

"Good point." The specialist conceded.

"So, you know my name." Quinn purred. "But, I still don't know yours."

"And, yet, you're still hitting on me." Kary pointed out, not missing a beat. Catching the look in Quinn's eyes, she finally gave in. "I'm Chloe. Chloe Gellar."

"That's a beautiful name." Quinn replied, smiling flirtatiously. Setting his own drink aside, he figured it was time to get down to business. Delicious though the appetizer may be, he was starting to get hungry for his entree. "Tell ya what, Chloe." He began. "You seem like an intelligent young woman. I think you've pretty well figured out my intentions. What would it take to get you to accompany me to my suite for the evening?"

"Bold." Kary replied, setting her own drink down as well. "I always have been a sucker for a man that knows what he wants and isn't afraid to go after it." She purred as she pretended to think of something for him to do to get his way. "Tell ya what...I have this little game I like to play. I'll give you three guesses to try to guess things-personal things-about me. Get two right, and I'll go with you to your suite, right here, right now. If not...Better luck, next time." She suggested. "Whaddaya say? Think you're up to the challenge?"

Grinning wickedly, Quinn knew he had this woman right where he wanted her. "I do love a good brainteaser." He countered. "You're on."

"All right, then." Kary replied, downing the rest of her drink. God knows, if she was gonna keep pretending to be attracted to this loathsome son of a bitch, she'd need all the liquid courage she could get. Plus, he looks like he likes 'em drunk...She thought to herself, assessing Ian Quinn's sexual preferences. "Guess number one. Take your best shot."

Nodding, Quinn decided to go for the obvious choice, first. "Well, first of all, everything about your appearance, this evening, is screaming 'look at me'." He surmised. "That dress you're wearing hugs every curve perfectly." He added, running his hand up the side of Kary's waist. "And, that lace leaves just enough to the imagination to be intriguing. And, those heels and that hemline only work to enhance what are already some very generous gifts from God." He purred. "So, I'm guessing you've just had a major fight with the boyfriend and you're here to make him insanely jealous. Which is why you didn't immediately throw your drink in my face the moment I started hitting on you."

"Bloody hell..." Leo cringed as he watched the exchange between Kary and Quinn from the van, outside. "I think I'm going to be sick.."

"Karyleena's bloody brilliant if she can make this bastard think she's actually falling for his bullshit." Jemma replied, stunning Leo with her uncharacteristically vulgar language. "Sorry." She quickly apologized, blushing slightly. "This guy just brings out the worst in me."

"Don't worry." Leo replied, rubbing her shoulder gently. "I think Ian Quinn could easily bring out the worst in any of us."

"All right, Mr. Quinn." Kary replied. "That's one down. Two more guesses to go." She added, keeping a perfect poker face before turning to the bartender. "Ještě jednu prosím."

"Really?" Quinn asked, smiling. "You're not even gonna tell me if I'm right or wrong?"

"Well, you don't really think I'm gonna make this easy for you, do you?" Kary replied, grinning wickedly, as she took a sip of her drink. "If you're gonna get anywhere with me, you're gonna have to work for it." She added, seductively.

"Playing hard to get." Quinn deduced. "I do love a challenge." He added.

"Well, then, Ian…" Kary replied, keeping her voice soft and sultry. "I do believe you may well have met your perfect match."

Any other time, Ian Quinn would have been suspicious of his luck, tonight. A gorgeous woman appears next to him at a bar and appears to be everything he loves in a woman. Strong...mysterious...drop-dead-sexy...and perfectly okay with hooking up and never seeing each other again. But, tonight, he was not thinking so clearly. "All right, then…"

"I can't believe he's not on to her, yet." Jemma replied, anxiously watching the exchange between Kary and Quinn. It wasn't that she didn't have faith in the younger Coulson's skills. Any daughter of Phil Coulson's would have to be damn good at her job. She just expected better of Quinn, somehow.

"I know." Fitz replied, eyes glued to the screen. "I would have thought that someone on The Clairvoyant's payroll would be more on top of their game."

"I guess it's true what they say." Jemma shrugged. "All men really are pigs." She added. Turning to face Fitz, she realized what she'd said as she took in the indignant expression on his face. "Present company excluded, of course." She amended, quickly, blushing slightly with embarrassment.

"I should certainly hope so." Fitz insisted before they fell back into a tense silence as they watched the exchange before them.

"For my second guess..." Quinn began, studying Kary closely. "I'm gonna go for the family card." He decided. "Mother died young, leaving your father to raise you on his own. Being a single parent, he had to work twice as hard to make ends meet and wasn't home with you much. So, now, you seek out the affection of men that remind you of your father to replace the affection your father was never there to give you." He added, taking another sip of his forgotten drink. "You were also very sheltered by an older brother-thus explaining your sexually adventurous nature."

"Bold." Kary gave Quinn points for going after the 'sexually adventurous' card. "That's two guesses down. One more guess left." She warned. "Choose wisely."

"All right, then..." Quinn replied, barely able to contain his excitement. "For my final guess, I'm just gonna go for broke." He decided. "You're drinking champagne cocktails, but, your attitude suggests to me you're really more of a beer girl. Which tells me that you are one hell of a firecracker in bed." He purred in Kary's ear.

"That's it." Ward decided, feigning nausea. "I'm definitely gonna be sick." He added, earning a swift swat from the pilot next to him and a warning glare from Coulson. "I'm sorry, but, this guy's beyond full of it." He added, quietly.

"Definitely bold to go after a woman's performance in the bedroom." Kary grinned, devilishly, before setting her empty glass aside. "Well, Mr. Quinn. Congratulations. I'm officially impressed." She declared. "And, that's not easy by any stretch of the imagination." She added, playfully. "Now, I'm not gonna pretend to know how you did it, but, you managed to go three for three. So, congratulations, you win." She added. "Though, I should warn you..." She warned, quirking an eyebrow as she stepped up to whisper in Quinn's ear. "I run the show, in bed." Karyleena purred seductively, grinning wickedly as Quinn's knees buckled in anticipation.

"I think that could be arranged." Quinn replied, excitedly, extending his hand to Kary. "Well then, Ms. Gellar..." He began, in false chivalry. "Shall we?"

"We shall." Kary smiled, taking the proffered hand and following Quinn to his suite.

"All right, Agent Coulson." Leo warned, through the comm links. "Kary and Quinn are on the move."

"They're on your way, now." Jemma added, close to biting her nails with anxiety. "They should be in the suite, any moment, now."

"All right, everyone." Coulson warned, quietly. "Game time." He added, tersely, drawing his weapon as the pilot and the specialist did the same. "Kary and Quinn are on the move...Comms are going silent until we hear the signal."

May and Ward silently nodded their agreement just as they heard the door to Quinn's suite opening.

"Wow..." Kary observed, taking in the over-the-top luxury suite. "You really go all out, don't you?"

"Well, anything worth doing is worth doing right, don't you think?" Quinn replied, flirtatiously, as he lead Kary into the bedroom.

As his daughter and Quinn entered the bedroom, Coulson watched him like a hawk as Quinn pulled Kary into him as their lips crashed together. Ward was right...Coulson thought to himself. This really is sickening...He realized as he watched his daughter exchanging saliva with the man that had murdered the woman he loved.

Snaking his hand up the back of Kary's dress Quinn expertly found the zipper, pulling it down, oh-so-slowly, as he opened the back up. Meanwhile, Kary's hands made quick work of his jacket and had already opened his shirt. "I love a woman that's good with her hands." He purred.

"Oh yeah?" Kary breathed, throwing Quinn's shirt to the floor as she pushed him down on the bed. Straddling him on the bed, she maneuvered him back toward the headboard of the bed. Crushing their lips together, once more, Kary ground their hips together as she used the distraction to slip her hand into the nightstand where she pulled out a handful of zipties. Once she had Quinn's hands secured, she reared up to appreciate her handiwork as she set to work on his feet.

Realizing that he was restrained, Quinn grinned wickedly. "You weren't kidding when you said you like to be in control."

"And, you ain't seen nothin', yet." Kary purred, sliding off the bed.

Yeah

Turning to May and Ward, Coulson made a swift hand gesture as the trio burst out of their respective hiding places, effectively startling Mr. Ian Quinn who looked around the room in a moment of panic as his eyes landed on Kary who was already redressed in her dress and heels as she caught the pistol tossed to her by Agent Phil Coulson.

"Oh yeah..." Kary grinned, aiming her gun at Quinn's head. "That's what I forgot to mention." She taunted, stepping closer to the bed as her father and his teammates swarmed the foot and either side of the bed. "My name's not Chloe."

"Yeah, I sorta got that." Quinn deduced, turning to face Kary. "So, who are you, really?"

"Special Agent Karyleena Coulson." Kary identified herself, smugly, as she cocked her gun.

"Coulson-" The four S.H.I.E.L.D. agents could all see the gears turning in Quinn's head.

"That's right, Mr. Quinn." Phil interjected, proudly. "Karyleena's my daughter."

"Well, she was certainly no daddy's little angel, toni-GAH!" Two simultaneous fired, hitting their mark, right between Quinn's legs. "What the hell?!" He demanded.

Turning to his right, Phil shared a knowing smirk with his daughter. "'At's my girl." He smiled, knowing that his daughter had fired the other shot.

"So...Agent Coulson..." Quinn began, turning to Phil as the pain in his groin began to recede to a point that he could ignore it. "You brought your daughter in to replace your beloved hacker...How-" Quinn was interrupted mid-taunt as he was pistol-whipped by the senior agent a second time since shooting Skye. Cracking and popping could be heard as he worked his jaw open to continue baiting the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. "You hear to kill me, Coulson?"

"Initially, yes..." Karyleena cut her father off before he could respond. "By the by..." She added, turning to Phil. "Just an FYI, there is not enough Listerine in the WORLD to get the taste of this asswipe out of my mouth!" She elaborated, point-blank.

"Noted." Phil replied, with a small knowing smirk on his face.

"That being said, Mr. Quinn..." Kary added, turning back to the half-naked man tied to the bed. "I've had a last-second change of heart..." Watching her father and his team looking at her as if she'd grown a second head, the senior agent added "Instead of just letting daddy-dearest and his buddies have at you...I'll give you one chance to save your pathetic ass."

"I'm listening." Quinn replied, intrigued.

"You tell my father and his team who you work for-and, so help me GOD, if you say 'The Clairvoyant', I will do my very best to give you a sex change operation..." Kary began, dangerously. "...And, you can live out the rest of your days completely isolated away from the rest of civilization-where your little buddies can't come to your rescue..." She elaborated, smugly, kneeling on the bed, straddling Quinn once more, with the business end of her pistol pressed firmly against the underside of his jaw. "Or...if you don't wanna tell us what we wanna know..." She purred, venomously. "You'll be begging for the same end you brought Skye to."

"What's it gonna be, Quinn?" Phil asked, quirking a challenging eyebrow.

Glancing around the room at the spies surrounding his bed, Quinn knew he wasn't walking away from this meeting alive, regardless what he chose. Even if the Coulsons and their team let him walk, The Clairvoyant never would. "I'll take my chances." Quinn hissed, immediately feeling Kary's pistol across his face as the entire group heard an audible crack of a human nose breaking. Setting her weapon aside, Karyleena leaned down, gripping Quinn's face harshly in her hand as she took a sick sense of pride the gagging sound of Quinn choking on his own blood.

"Have it your way, then." Kary purred, dangerously, as a wicked expression ghosted over her face as she violently released her grip on Quinn's face before climbing off of him. Reclaiming her weapon, Kary paused at her father's side. "He's all yours."

"You sure you don't want a piece of the action?" Coulson asked, curiously. This didn't seem like the Karyleena he knew.

"I've had my fun." Kary shrugged, lightly. "Besides..." She added, before leaning in to whisper in her father's ear. "He's stolen far more from you than he has from me." Leaning back, she spoke back up as she turned to Quinn before speaking to the rest of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. "Don't feel obligated to hold back. I want this loathsome son of a bitch to suffer..." And, with that, Kary tucked her weapon away in her clutch as she sashayed out of the suite to return to The Bus.

"Agent Ward." Coulson nodded to the specialist who understood the unspoken invitation as he took his turn pistol-whipping Quinn before pulling a small pocket knife out of his pocket. Standing over Quinn's chest, the specialist began carving a specific pattern.

MURDERER

Each slice made by the blade burned like acid. But, even Quinn knew this was far too tame for what he'd done. Just when he thought the specialist was finished, he began a second word.

COWARD

Satisfied with his handiwork, Ward passed the knife to May while Coulson kept watch over the whole thing with his gun pointed straight between Quinn's eyes. Taking the knife from Ward, May discarded the knife by throwing it like a dart and sticking it right in the headboard just above Quinn's head. Instead, she first stepped up to Quinn's right hand as she took the thumb in her hand. With a murderous smile on her face, she gave the digit a swift twist causing Quinn to scream out in pain. The pained cry was soon met with a pillow shoved his face, agitating his already broken nose. Sinfully satisfied with the pained cry, the pilot repeated the process the index finger. Savoring each cry, the agent continued snapping each of Quinn's fingers in her bare hands. Once she'd finished with the right hand, she moved around the bed to repeat the process with the left.

Meanwhile, Coulson watched the man squirming and writhing in pain on the bed, tangling himself in the bloodstained sheets, with an unsettling sense of satisfaction. Part of him didn't recognize himself, in that moment. But, he had to admit that the part of him that would have put a stop to his died with Skye. Without being able to inflict the same level of suffering on Quinn that he, himself, had endured, Coulson accepted this as the next best thing and allowed his teammates the chance to exact their revenge.

"Do you regret not joining them?" Leo asked, carefully, as he took Jemma's hand in his.

That was a good question. Sure, part of Jemma wished she was there exacting her revenge on the man that had stolen the young hacker she had grown to love like a sister. But, the intellectual side of her knew that nothing she could ever do would ever hold a candle to the pain Coulson, May, and Ward could inflict upon Quinn. "No." She replied, simply, giving Leo's hand a grateful squeeze. "Agents Coulson, May, and Ward can inflict far more pain upon Ian Quinn than you or I ever could."

With the last of Quinn's fingers satisfactorily broken, May turned to Coulson. "Your turn." She deadpanned with a sick sense of pride gleaming in her eyes.

Nodding, Phil lowered his weapon as he moved to stand at the head of the bed. "You know..." He began, taunting Quinn. "From the moment that you stole Skye from us...I've thought of a million ways that I'd love to hurt you..." Phil began, a murderous tone to his voice that even he didn't recognize as his own. "...to break you..." He drawled, evilly. "But, then, I realized...There's really only one way to deliver true poetic justice, here..." He added, raising his weapon, aiming it Quinn's chest and pulling the trigger. Watching the man sputter and cough up mouthfuls of blood, Phil watched the life bleeding out of Quinn and staining the once snow-white silk sheets. Pressing the directly to Quinn's chest, he leaned in to whisper directly into Quinn's ear as he pulled the trigger a second time. "That was for Skye." He whispered, darkly, rising back to his full height as he turned to May and Ward. "We're done, here."

Realizing that nothing more needed to be said or done, in that moment, the S.H.I.E.L.D. team all filed out of the bedroom, leaving Ian Quinn to die, wrapped in sheets stained with his own blood. They all knew the unspoken truth. Ian Quinn may have escaped their grasp once. He would not be so lucky a second time. Satisfied that they had seen justice for their fallen friend, the S.H.I.E.L.D. team silently took their leave as they left the hotel, entirely unnoticed by all the drunken party-goers in the hotel.

Author's Note:
Okay, wow, that turned out a lot longer than I expected. I'm not really sure how I feel about the justice for Skye. But, I knew I definitely wanted him to die the same way that he'd killed Skye. That's always been my point of view. Killers need to be sentenced to death and the manner of death needs to be the same as their victims. Anyway, stepping off my soapbox, now. I hope you've all enjoyed my little offering. Not sure why I decided to bring in Coulson's daughter. It was just something that occurred to me at work, the other day, and has been driving me crazy ever since. I hope y'all liked the honey trap!

~Skye Coulson