Skye's fingertips were beginning to hurt. Her nails were an absolute mess, she'd spent the last hour or so picking at the seam of her bare mattress until she finally found what she was looking for. Skye knew she looked like a crazy person, but she had to at least try to get out. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life imprisoned. Even if she was to be shot down as soon as she got outside, she wanted to see the sky at least once more.
Skye was relieved that the mattress actually had a frame. She wrenched one of the wooden boards free and flipped her mattress over so that anyone who entered wouldn't see the hole.
Skye determined that there were no cameras watching her. After trying so hard to find one and failing, she decided that SHIELD probably wouldn't risk it, risk putting any technology near her for fear that her 'powers' were more advanced than they originally thought.
She also knew that someone would be checking on her soon. A single guard had been coming in periodically to either make sure she was still inside, bring her food, or take her to the bathroom. They had clearly wanted to keep her alive for whatever reason.
Because of the fact that the cell didn't have its own bathroom or a safe way to send food inside, Skye assumed the cell had been meant for an object and not a person. That meant that a specialized cell just for her was being engineered. Skye figured that her best chance of escape was if there were still people opening the door more frequently than several years.
Skye put the piece of wood on the floor temporarily to flex her fingers. Her hands were going numb, along with her bare feet. Skye hoped that if her escape failed her new cell would at least have a solution to that problem.
Once she was sure she would be able to grip the wood with enough force, she moved over to the wall next to the door and pressed her back against it. She was going to pull a classic.
Skye had underestimated the time between visits, but eventually she did hear the door begin to unlock, just as she was feeling as if she needed to sit down.
The cement door opened almost completely and Skye had to hold her breath and press herself against the wall like putty to keep from being squished between the two very solid layers of rock.
Just as she expected, the young soldier who had the duty of checking on her this time rushed into the room, stupidly believing that somehow she had the power to disappear. He was probably worried he was going to lose his job for losing her. Well, he was right. He was going to lose her. He probably shouldn't be an agent with a high enough rank to check on her if he was stupid enough to believe her bullshit anyway.
When he was turned away, Skye slipped out from behind the door and slammed the strip of wood against his head as if she was trying to hit the winning grand slam in a world series game of baseball. Skye smiled to herself as the body hit the ground with a satisfying thump. Skye figured she was probably a psychopath now, because she enjoyed what she had just done very much. It was like a tiny bit of revenge she got for being locked up.
The guard was a little bit bigger than she was, as he was male, but Skye figured his uniform would work. She didn't even feel awkward as she stripped him of his SHIELD issued ID and uniform, he had clothes underneath.
It felt good for Skye to finally put socks on her cold feet, even though they were too big, just like the shoes. Skye made it work though. She twirled her hair around her finger and tucked it up into her new cap to appear more like an agent.
Skye wasn't sorry when she slipped out of the cell and closed it behind her. It felt like someone had just repaid her a dept when she turned the vault lock and shut him in. If she could deal with being in there for as long as she had, she doubted he wouldn't be able to take a little bit until he was expected somewhere else and she was made.
Once Skye finally had a chance to look around, her jaw dropped. It seemed as if the hallway continued endlessly in both directions. Skye knew there were probably cameras out here, so she had to act as if she belonged. As if she was the guard who had been checking on a prisoner. She held her head high and picked a random direction to go, pretending she meant to go that way.
As Skye saw another guard coming her direction with a gun, her heart rate sped up significantly and she wished she had one too. It obviously would have been a risk to send a guard into her cell with a gun, because she could take it. That was probably a good choice on their part, it was the reason Skye was unarmed right now.
The other agent, guard, soldier, or whatever he was noticed Skye's lack of weapon and stopped her in the hall by holding out a hand. Skye swallowed a lump in her throat, but remained cool when he finally spoke.
"Did you just come from checking on the computer-girl?" He asked curiously. "I haven't had the job yet and I'm curious to see what she looks like." Skye almost burst out laughing right there, he had no idea who he was talking to. Skye looked both directions as if checking to make sure no one was listening before leaning in. The man's curiosity got the best of him and he raised his eyebrows.
"Very sexually alluring. If she wasn't ape shit crazy I would hit that." Skye whispered. He raised his eyebrows even further, if that was possible, as the pervert probably imagined the lesbian sex in his head. Skye winked and patted his shoulder as she walked away, brushing her body against his to conceal the fact that she slipped his phone from his pocket. In foster homes Skye learned how to steal; if she hadn't, she probably would have starved. Some of them only took her to get the check every month, sometimes she had to fend for herself when it came to getting food.
Skye was about to dial when she realized. She had no one to call. No Jemma, no Coulson, no team. They betrayed her again. A sudden boiling anger overcame her as she shoved the cell phone into her own pocket. Another pair of soldiers passed by her and she nodded at them to show her acknowledgement. She'd seen enough SHIELD agents to know what was common behavior. Because she was beginning to see more and more agents, she assumed she was nearing the exit, or at least the main part of wherever she was.
Skye had to do it, it was just so tempting. She took the smart phone out of her pocket and typed in Jemma's phone number. She opened the camera and pictured Jemma's face, causing a glare full of emotion to show on her face. She snapped the picture and began typing the text that was going to accompany it.