Getting geared up for Cybertek had caused a feel of productivity in the air. They had a motive now. Getting somewhere than being stranded. A distraction more for Coulson but he had a focus now. Simmons had patched his hand up properly now for the mission so it was useable.
Skye had set up their files and fake PhDs, or at least for him, Simmons were displayed though he'd let her do most of the talking. Fitz would assist though the comms if need be and he was willing to take the risks.
Even getting into the building, he only felt a mild sense of nervousness. He knew how wrong this could go. This was the sort of situation he knew he would have preferred May to have by his side, under cover with Simmons to assist her. That way, less chance to being caught and captured. That he couldn't afford. But he had what was left of their team. Simmons was the brains, he was the brawn on this mission.
Coulson watched as they were directed into an office, so he stood waiting by the window, watching SImmons as she simmered nervously; fiddling with the hem of her jumper. He placed a hand silently on her shoulder to reassure her before he heard foot steps. They both turned, putting on their fake smiles
"Hi, please, Sit." The first cyber tek instructed politely. Walking first, he gently took both their seats out, being a gentleman before sliding into his own seat.
The introductions were quickly presented and passed, before he presented the icer bullet but did his best to relay what Fit was saying quickly, glad that his tongue didn't slow him down as Simmons joined in but more fluently before they were both stopped by the head scientist, Ott.
Their expressions were clear enough that they weren't impressed. Coulson figued their combined explanation of the ICER were seen as unprofessional. However he could hear the sound of annoyance from Fitz when they told them they had already seen it before.
"Minkey bastards stole my work!" He heard him mutter though he almost saw Simmons's lip twitch at the remark.
"Is that all?" Ott asked, placing the shot back down onto the table. Coulson looked to Simmons than back to Ott. Their silent answer obvious. "Then it's time for you to leave. We're pressed for time with other interviews if you've got nothing worthy to show." They both stood, so sighing deeply, Coulson made himself a little put out before standing taking the shot back into his pocket before they made their way towards the doors.
"I'm sorry it didn't work out.." he said, passing both cybertek agents.
"Yeah, so nice meeting you both…" Simmons answered though he caught her expression to her sarcastic comment but he held off reacting to that as they were lead by a security guard towards the elevator.
Getting in first, Coulson watched the security guard as he pulled out a set of keys and slid it onto a keyhole and turn then press the ground button. Coulson looked to Simmons then nodded.
She moved and stomped onto the guards foot before Coulson moved in, striking the guard but though it only took a few good punches to knock the male out but suddenly being in proximity and beating someone really made him feel nauseous to the fact the last time that had been when he...killed her. It made his stomach tighten and his pulse quicken.
Feeling the lift coming to a stop, he pressed the button to the next floor as Skye instructed their next route.
"You okay, sir " Simmons asked quietly but he nodded. He needed to keep focused. A constant reminder to himself. When the doors opened again, they dragged the unconscious man out to the hallway from the lift and left him there.
"Yeah." He lied, his eyes flicking to a few signs as Skye directed them down an empty corridor. He just managed to pull Simmons back as a guard passed the end corridor, fortunately unseen though he waited till the guard was out of hearing range before moving, stopping as they saw the door.
"Thats gotta be it." Simmons answered, leaning down to examine it. Heavy security, Skye was right but they could get through it.
"Yeah, i hopes there's an explanation to why i can't find any data signatures in there as well…" Skye called, half curious but a little annoyed on that fact. He knew why, they needed that intel, they needed to plug that flash drive in… to find Ward and Garrett.
Trip had easily provided them with the necessary equipment from his howling commandos trunk (at which he did fanboy a little to.. how could he not?). Using one of the lasers that was disguised as a cigarette to cut through the metal around the door before it dropped inside. He hurriedly put it away into his pocket as he let Simmons take a lead.
But as he got in, disappointment settled into him. There was no computer, or banks of servers. Instead the room was lined with rows and rows of metal filing cabinets.
"I think that answers that question, sir.." Simmons sighed, her eyes running down the first few cabinets.
"Guys, we don't have eyes through your glasses. What's the problem?" Skye called though.
"You can't pick up a data signature because there isn't one…" Coulson started, moving forwards them.
"What do you mean there isn't one?" Skye asked.
"All the files are hard copies." Simmons answered, "quite ingenious really, no doubt to prevent the exact thing we're trying to pull here."
"Simmons that is not helpful." Fitz called through.
"No but we may as well poke around and see what they have. Might give us an idea of what hydra might have if we take a peek at what they've got." Coulson decided after a second. It seemed like the smartest idea since they were already here. Why waste the opportunity?
Simmons looked to him for a moment but had already moved forwards, looking to the labels… and from the looks of it, alphabetically. Coulson had just reached Branding corporate security then Simmons caught his attention.
"Sir, look. Mike Peterson's file.."
He hurried over, peering over her shoulder to the file before his eyes flickered to the rest of the cabinet's content.
"All of this… it's project deathlok." She exclaimed quietly, putting down one file then opened another but his attention was caught to the first cabinet in the few draws.
"1990? How far back does this go?" He whispered, opening the first draw running his fingers down towards the last file. His eyes running over the label it had
CYBERTEK
Model No. 01: Version: V1.01 (1990)
His eyes lowered down into it as he opened it up but his eyebrow rose as he began to read though the intel… the pictures and diagrams over the line figure on the sheets inside.
"Garrett was the first deathlok…" he mused out loud but the sudden sounds of alarms startled him, almost dropping the file but he hastily shoved it into the cabinet again. "We gotta go."
Simmons darted away for a second then appeared with a box lifter like trolly. He could see her idea; taking the whole cabinet, this was too much to lose.
"Skye, trip, get ready for a large file transfer." He called through before he and simmons pushed hard with the trolley and sent the cabinet through the glass, looking over as it made contact with the floor but he could see skye back up and jump out the van with Fitz, both hurrying towards the cabinet as he saw Trip pull something from the back of the van. A harpoon.
He pulled simmons back from the edge, watching as it stuck into the ceiling and secure but he could hear the worrying sounds of men approaching the door, his fingers pulling his belt as the rope tightened. Simmons pulling a curved piped from the trolley.
Skye and Fitz had just managed to put the cabinet in before he lopped his belt around the rope then pushed himself from the building, just as he had heard the door open, hoping to god Simmons was behind him.
Simmons jumped as the door opened, her head spinning around, her eyes widening as she saw an armed guard but she had already behind her descent before a shot was suddenly taken by a sudden body appearing around the corner, pushing down the agent
A split second, Simmons could have sworn the woman was May but she was out of sight before she heard a second gun shot… but her heart thumped in her chest, questioning herself as she was caught and tugged into the van before speeding off…
May was dead. So who took the shot for her?
((sorry it's taken so long for an update. I've had no muse for this story until recently when stuck without wifi for 2 weeks. Hope you like. I did cut a chunk out bc I think we all know what it was about ))