Jesse and Rowan decided to ditch their 'designated ride' and 'designated driver'. They watched the uptight pilot frantically searching for them as they hide between some metal barrels.
"Wait for it... Wait for it..." Cautioned Jesse as Rowan wiggled excitedly. As she watched, their misled pursuit disappeared into a different hanger.
"Okay, go go go!" Like a horse at a race, Rowan was off at the signal, weaving her way from plane to plane. Jesse followed behind, keeping careful lookout.
"Drop! Someone's coming!" Rowan and Jesse both hit the deck (quite literally) behind another stack of supplies. Jesse slowly peeked over the top, watching the unaware security guard stroll through.
"Okay, go again!" Rowan took off, quickly slipping up to a official looking door. Here, she stopped and frowned at the security keypad.
"How do we get through?" She asked Jesse.
"Move," whispered her friend, pushing past to see the keypad.
"Why aren't we taking your plane?" Asked Rowan, taking over the position of lookout. Jesse, still fiddling with the security, replied,
"Because that's the first place they'll look for us. Besides, I've Ben dying to try out their new planes!" As she finished, she let a satisfied 'hah' as she popped off the the panel revealing a complex set of chords.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out some small wire cutter and pliers and moments later there she reattached the panel, pressed the enter button and the doors slid open with a soft 'ding'. Rowan stared at her friend suspiciously,
"Where did you learn to do that?" Jesse merely grinned, holding a finger to her lips before leading the way into the hanger, the doors closing behind them and relocking.
"Alright, we have roughly eight minutes and forty one seconds before the alarm goes off," said Jesse, rubbing her hands together gleefully. Rowan, hoisted her backpack up and nodded, saluting,
"So, which plane are we taking?" Jesse turned to face their selection and let out a low whistle. High tech, sleek planes were lined up perfectly along the walls. Fortunately, the hanger was empty of other people, who might have questioned Rowan and Jesse's presence.
Giving herself a moment to bask in its awesomeness, Jesse considered her options. Then, with a decided air, she pointed to the third own down.
"That one."
"Okey-dokey," said Rowan cheerily, skipping over to the plane. Jesse was forced to repeat the hacking process to bypass security and get the ramp to drop.
"I think we're down to four minutes," said Jesse as they boarded the plane. Rowan nodded, setting her backpack on one of the bunks. Jesse headed straight to the pilot's seat.
Muttering to herself, she started fiddling with the controls. It only took a moment for the plane to light up. She pumped her fist victoriously, and Rowan applauded.
Just then, alarms began going off and the open take off door started closing.
"What was that about four minutes?" asked Rowan, watching security agents come running in.
Jesse cracked her knuckles, her signature grin spreading across her face,
"Let's do this."
Coulson faced the man nervously. In the poor light of the dingy room, his face was unreadable and given his... history, Coulson was treading very thin ice. However, there was no retreating now.
After a tense moment of silence, the man asked,
"So... How did you find me?"
"We never lost you," replied Coulson. "We simply stepped back."
A pause.
"I see."
The man fell into silence again, leaving Coulson fidgeting nervously behind his calm, business-like exterior.
The night stretched out across the city around the roof where the dark figure crouched. She was tense, but paused to enjoy the peaceful view of the twinkling buildings. The serenity, however, was marred by the sudden alarms that went off behind her.
A Cheshire smile stretched her lips and she slung a sack over her shoulder and took off, leaping from rooftop to rooftop away from the uproar.
After a good five minutes of running, she paused, searching the streets for pursuit. Seeing none, she turned and cockily swaggered across the roof to sit and enjoy the view once again.
Suddenly, lights filled the air and the soundtrack to Tron was being blasted across the city. The girl jumped, swinging around to see a huge, sleek, black ship hovering over the roof.
A ramp lowered and a figure ran with a megaphone peered over the edge so that she was sort of hanging upside down as she looked at the thief. She seemed to be struggling with the megaphone and finally resorted to smacking it on the outside of the ship. This method appeared to work as the next moment, a feminine voice was blaring out over the Tron music.
"Are you Minx?!" The thief stared at the ship, recognizing S.H.I.E.L.D. technology as the hanging figure waited for a response. After a moment, she repeated herself, louder.
"WE AREN'T HERE TO ARREST YOU! ARE YOU MINX?!" The question finally registered and the woman nodded, now searching for an escape.
To her annoyance, the alarms that had faded were now approaching, attracted by the sudden chaos she had been surrounded by.
"BRILLIANT! ALL ABOARD!" Yelled the figure, swing up and out of sight.
"What if I don't want to come?!" retorted Minx.
The figure swung back down.
"FINE, BE ARRESTED IF YOU LIKE!" Minx gave a moments thought to escaping- she knew she could- but her curiosity got the better of her and she quickly ran and boarded the craft.
The moment she did, the ramp closed and the plane took off, the Tron music and music turning off as it faded into the night sky.
Minx looked about her in interest, surprised to see only two you g women aboard. Both were by by the front and one was piloting. After a minute of hushed whispering, the one steering pressed a button and stood, announcing,
"There, it's on autopilot so we can introduce ourselves!" The other girl (who must have been the one with the megaphone) grinned,
"I'm Agent Rowan Carter from-"
"S.H.I.E.L.D., yes, I know," interrupted Minx. The girl shrugged good naturedly and the other one (the pilot) piped up,
"And I'm Agent Jesse Robin, flying ace and pilot extraordinaire!" I looked at them critically,
"I'm-"
"Minx. Yes, we know," cut in Rowan mischievously. Minx looked at her for a moment,
"My reputation precedes me, excellent. How did you find me?"
"From what I understood," said Jesse, "Fury heard rumors of a prototype for short distance teleportation being developed in Washington and had a hunch that you'd be here, if not hired but the Russians, the of your own accord." Minx grinned,
"So, what does S.H.I.E.L.D. want from me this time?" The girls exchanged a look before Rowan went to a heavy duty backpack, rummaged for a moment and then returned, handing Minx a file.
Minx looked at it, then gave the girls a questioning look.
"Have you heard of the tesseract?" asked Jesse, leaning against the side of the ship and crossing her arms. Minx nodded slowly,
"I've heard rumors..."
"Well up until three days ago, it was in the possession of S.H.I.E.L.D..." said Rowan. Minx caught on,
"Who took it?"
"Guy named Loki. Fury mentioned you knew about the New Mexico incident?" Minx nodded. "Well Loki happens to be Thor's brother from another world and caused the destruction of that town by sending down his buddy, Furnace Face." Minx nodded again.
"See the tesseract apparently can act as a portal and, three days ago, that's exactly what it did," said Rowan. Minx nodded, seeing where this was headed.
"And this Loki came through?" she hazarded and the two girls nodded. "So why is Fury calling me in?"
"That," said Jesse, "is confidential. Which means that you'll find out, but Fury, drama queen that he is, wants to be the one to tell you when we arrive."
She glanced out the window as she moved back to the pilot's seat and added,
"Which should be soon."
Minx looked outside in confusion. The sun was just coming up, giving off enough light for her to see their surroundings. Which happened to be endless water.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top secret base is a boat?" she asked skeptically. Jesse and Rowan shared a grin, but Rowan only said,
"More or less."
A nurse led Fury down a pristine hallway that reeked of chlorine. Lining the hallway were rows and rows of identical doors: each metal, with a small tinted window at the top.
At the very end of the hallway the nurse stopped at the last door, turning to Fury.
"She's in here, sir."
"Thank you," he said not even looking as the nurse handed him the key and walked off. Slowly, he moved forward and twisted the key in the lock, hearing it click into place.
The door swung open to reveal only shadows that reach out from the chamber's concealed depths. Fearless, Nick Fury stepped inside, leaving the door open and squinting into the dark.
"Hello Alana," he said calmly.
From somewhere in the very back of the room came a low hiss and a feminine figure stepped into the light...