Taking a lead while trying to look inconspicuous while also trying to stay out of sight incase Ward was by a window was harder than it looked. Only de-touring once on the way to the Alley to get a large coat with a hood. His suit was way too obvious in a Specialist's eye if he looked out the window. If Ward was Hydra, then him seeing them would put Skye in more danger than she already was.

Trip was taking a different route with Simmons. They were checking the alley while Fitz was in him scouting about.

"Alley's empty, sir." Trip called through. "But it's connected to a restaurant, We should check out out."

Coulson sighed, disheartened but there was time…. If Skye could hold out longer.

"Copy that. Me and Fitz will take point. You get around the back" Coulson answered, He nodded to Fitz before taking the lead but there was a sudden commotion, making him pause as he picked up the sounds of a scuffle and smashing from within a distant diner.

"Skye!" He breathed, taking off towards the sounds, he could hear the others converging on the sounds as well. His eyes just managed to see her run, straight towards the police. She hadn't seen them. They didn't do anything until she shoved them, pinning her on the trunk to handcuff her

"Skye!"

Shots policemen suddenly let go and fell to the ground, His heart stopped for a second but Skye had moved fast, jumping into the front of the police car. She could get away!

"Sir, Ward's in sight!" Trip called through but Coulson's eyes watched as she shot off but his vision picked a moving shadow up, his head just turning to see a figure jump onto the bonnet of the car.

"NO!"

But it was too late. The police car took a sharp turn to dislodge Deathlok but he had smashed his way in, falling out of sight.

"Sir, Ward's gone, Took a short cut out, Sir, Sir!" Trip called. Pulling him back to focus sharply

"Deathlok's taken Skye, We need to get in the air before they do!" Coulson called through desperately, taking off with Fitz.

It took longer than it should have to get to the plane. Shrugging off his coat now it was useless and went for the bullet proof vest.

"W-what's... the plan…." Simmons asked breathlessly, her hand over her side.

"We need to get to Skye...before the plane takes off. Trip you can fly but I can sneak onto the bus without being detected if you distract Ward from taking off long enough. With Deathlok, I can't take the plane."

"Right.." Simmons wasn't 100% convinced but with little time, it was something she'd agree to for Skye.

"Fitz, you can talk to Ward as well, he'll give a lot more answers with you." Coulson carried on, pulling out his gun and slipped it into his holter.

Fitz had moved, to a laptop, opening up. "Sir, the bus is getting onto the runway, You need to hide soon if you want to get on."

Grateful for the update, Coulson opened the hanger and slipped out, jogging off to the side, watching as the plane closed up and moved to cut off the Bus's movements, getting lower into a small ditch as the bus rolled just a little past him and to a stop.

Heart hammering in his chest, he pushed himself up off the grass ad onto the tarmac, heading straight to the large wheel. Not going for the rubber, he began to clamber onto the metal framework, the cold of it and the sharp edged almost made him slip but just as he clambered into the wheel way, the egins began to whirl then the wheels began to retract, He pressed himself back, holding his breath as it shut closed. The space very tight but not wanting to waste time, Coulson slowly began to make his way through the maintenance hatch.

He coughed as he went, the dusty air finding it way into his lungs but he wiggled on. His sight was limited by the blackness but he could see two white dots. White dots ment he was nearing a hatch, his fingers brushed the top, pausing to listen out for any movement before he pushed it up, and quickly swept his eyes over the lab and slid out, brushing off some of the dirt as he crept through the plane, gun out, silently walking up the spiral stairs as possible.

It was a relief through, but it meant Skye would only be in one place on the bus. If that was clear, he could get in and out the Bus with Skye unnoticed. Trying not to think unrealistic, he headed towards the interrogation room and opened it.

A breath of relief spread through him as he saw Skye, sitting at the table. Her brown eyes widened before she flew at him. Relieved.

"On my god!" She breathed. His arms wrapping around her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, "Did Ward hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine, but the harddrive, I unlocked it for them." Skye answered, worry in her expression as she pulled back.

"Forget that for now, We have to move." He said, nodding her to follow him but came to a stop as he saw a familiar figure standing between the sofas, his gun pointing towards him

"Ward." hissed Coulson, pushing Skye behind him but his gun into her hand out of Ward's sight.

"Leaving so soon?" Ward answered, his tone light but annoyed.

"Skye, get to the cargo hold, open it up." Coulson ordered.

"What about you?"

"I can handle Ward, now go." His tone left no room for her to argue, Watching as Ward's eyes watched her leave before straight back to him.

"We got the hard drive open now, Coulson. You can't win."

"Doesn't matter," Coulson answered. "You don't get Skye. She'll be off the plane soon."

"I doubt that, Coulson." Ward answered, "So. How's Agent May?"

The sudden change of topic made him frown. WHy would he ask about her? "Excuse me?"

"How's Agent May?" There was something in his expression he couldn't pick out. Like he knew something

"I think you'd know better." Coulson said, staying focused. He knew Ward was trying to turn the table. To distract "She was one of you after all."

Ward actually laughed. "Melinda May, The Cavalry, a Hydra agent?" He shook his head . "No, Phil. She wasn't one of us."

"What?!" That threw him off, hitting a sudden off emotion in his chest which felt cold. He didn't comprehend all. Not wanting to believe that,

"Oh, You still thought she was a traitor?" There was a glint in Ward's eye, like he was enjoying the conversation "She'd dead, isn't she?"

Coulson didn't answer Ward, trying to keep composure.

"It wasn't hard to set it up, Coulson, You hated her enough to look past a fewcshaky details that could have saved her. "

"Koenig was killed by someone shorter." Coulson argued, shaking his head

"No, I did that. I knew the angle would give away my height but changing it just so...the assumption would be it could have been someone shorter. I didn't actually think you'd believe…" He shook his head, not finishing.

He didn't need to. Coulson could see now…Ward set May up...May had been innocent… And he killed her…

BANG!

He flinched at the sound but whipped around to see Skye in the doorway, gun raised. Intinctivly he got moving running towards her. He only glanced back to see Ward picking himself off the floor, his hand pressed to his bleeding arm but Skye pulled his him after her down the stairs.

"The car! Get in the car!" he ordered, jumping the rest of the stairs as he could hear loud footsteps. Deathlok.

Coulson jumped into Lola's seat, strapping in his seat just as Deathlok jumped from the balcony. His fingers twisting a knob which releases guns from Lola's light, firing off to distract him but seeing Deathlok's arm raise, he got into action.

"Buckle up!" He called, stepping on the pedal, the wheel screeching which on a normal day would have freaked him out because it was Lola but priorities were here, not caring as they reversed straight off the hold door and avoided the rocket launcher.

Skye just manages to buckle in, gripping onto the sides but he flicked up a latch then switch, his eyes stinging at the air that assaulted his eyes but he could just see the wheels turn before grunted at the sudden almost stop descent before he began to steer down. The bus shooting away quickly.

His heart hammered in his chest, breathing deeply as they finally flew to a stop, Skye groaned softly as they came into contact with the floor.

There was absolute silence for a long moment before he moved looking at Skye, her hair a mess from the wind, and his no doubt. He watched as something crossed her mind, her focus on him.

"Is May really dead?" Her voice quiet but he heard it.

He looked away. But his silence was the answer she needed. Inhaling deeply.

He did as well. May….