Chapter Eleven (No Contact)

The computer beeped, alerting Fitzsimmons of suspicious activity inside the facility. Fitz ran over to it, panicking.

"Fitz, what is it?" Simmons asked. "What's going on?"

"There's a whole bunch of soldier movement inside the place heading towards one central location." Fitz quickly explained. "I don't know what the place is, but it could be where Coulson, Ward, and May are at. They could be in big trouble."

Simmons gulped, "But we haven't heard anything from them in a while!" she exclaimed. "Try contacting them!"

Fitz tried several times to establish a connection to Coulson, but each time ended in static. "Damn! I can't get through to them!" he cussed. "Something's blocking the connection. But I don't think it could be the facility itself." His voice grew cold, "I think someone is blocking the connection and keeping us from contacting them. Something's going on and we're in the dark about it."

"But what do we do?" Simmons asked, clearly panicking.

"I-I don't know. Actually, there is nothing to do." Fitz replied. 'We're stuck here with no contact to Coulson, anybody actually." he added, checking the computer. "There's no connection to any of SHIELD. I can't contact anybody."

"Everything is going according to plan." a deep voice rumbled in the darkness of an unknown location. "The two little scientists are stuck with no contact with anybody and soon soldiers will be at their location."

The voice laughed, "Their strongest agent is down, even though Quinn is down. Oh well, I didn't need him anymore. The two remaining agents can't do a single thing in their grief. The storm of soldiers is coming to kill them, and they cannot do a single thing about it."

"Grant!" Skye cried, leaning over the injured agent. "Grant!"

Ward's breaths were coming in quick, harsh gasps. Sweat beaded his face. Blood still pooled from the bullet wound in his back, dripping onto the concrete below. He wasn't responding to Skye's cries. His heartbeat was faint, he clearly didn't have long.

Coulson stood frozen, eyes darting to Quinn's unconscious, dendrotoxin filled body and then Ward's dying body. He didn't have the strength to move.

"Phil, call Fitzsimmons." May ordered, trying to stay calm. "Tell them that Ward is down, have them prepare for him. We have to get him back to the Bus now." her voice grew cold.

"I tried," Coulson muttered in response. "There was no response, just static. Our communications with the Bus have been severed. We're stuck here with no contact with the outside."

"W-What about SHIELD?" Skye shakily asked, trying to stop the bleeding.

Coulson numbly shook his head, "No, not even SHIELD. Someone has cut our communications. They want us in the dark. They want us dead." he murmured. "We're stuck here with a dying agent that doesn't have much time."

May ignored Coulson's cryptic words and dashed over to Ward's bleeding body to help Skye stop the bleeding.

Tears streamed from Skye's eyes as the blood kept coming and wouldn't stop. "If Jemma was here, she would know what to do!" she cried. "I don't know what to do!"

May quickly tried to comfort her and to stop the bleeding, but she couldn't stop it either, it was coming way too fast.

"Grant, please hold on." Skye cried, placing her hands on the wound once again with a newfound hope that something would happen. "Please just hold on."

Author's Note: I don't own AoS, Marvel does. Short chapter this time. What's going on with the cut communications? Why is this mysterious figure wanting the team dead? Will Ward survive? Marvel's Agents of SHIELD will return in a chapter. Keep reading and PLEASE review! ~AwakeAndAliveSpartan.