"What is it that you want to force me to do?" Skye asked, getting straight to the point after recovering from the punch to the jaw and watching a soldier smash a cell phone beneath his boot.
"Oh, nothing, princess." Skye now recognized the man as John Garret. She'd only seen pictures of him and heard about him, but she knew he was a high level shield operative. Garret nodded and his soldier opened the laptop, revealing the deletion of all SHIELD files. It was then that Skye noticed the small device attached to the computer in the form of a usb drive. It was the weapon she and fitzsimmons created. Agent Hand must have confiscated it and Garret must have found it here.
"Unknowingly, you did do what we asked. I just came here to see your face when you realized we don't need you anymore." Garret told Skye as he pointed his gun at her. Skye kept looking back and forth from Garret to the computer screen. He was right! She was absolutely tricked! Skye was suddenly horrified. Was Coulson Hydra? Is that why he asked fitzsimmons to make the weapon? No, it couldn't be. Skye wouldn't believe it.
"You know what? To keep yourself alive, you could do one more thing for me. Track The Bus." Garret ordered her. The soldier forced the laptop into her hands and smirked at her. Skye lightly shook her head no. She wouldn't do it, she wouldn't betray them any further.
"Oh, fine. Have it your way." Garret sighed, holding to gun up at her.
"Sir! The bus has just landed. Here." A runner burst into the room and informed Garret.
"Speak of the devil! Alright, Monroe, keep an eye on this one. Coulson may be here for his pet. The rest of you, with me. We're going to cross him off right now." He commanded, leaving Skye in the cell with only one guard. That was a mistake. He clearly underestimated her and how far she was willing to go to protect her famil- team. Her team.
Skye took action, throwing her arms over her guard's head and yanking them backwards, choking him. He flailed uselessly and shot into dead air, hitting the ceiling, walls, and anywhere but Skye.
When he managed to gain control, he leaned forward and flung Skye over his back. Skye landed on the ground with a painful smack, but continued fighting. She kicked upwards into the stomach above her and jumped to her feet while he recovered. A small smirk hid on her face. The move Ward had taught her was about to become useful.
The guard threw a punch, and this time Skye was ready. She leaned to her left and kicked with her right as hard as she could, successfully smashing her heel into his kneecap, temporarily maiming him as he fell to his knees. This gave Skye the opportunity to give the final blow, leaning her weight onto her right foot as soon as it was back on the ground and swinging her left across his face, knocking him out cold.
Skye searched him for the keys to her handcuffs, but came up blank. She did steal his gun though. Skye could hear gunshot, lots of gunshot, outside her cell and knew she would need it. She slipped out the door and immediately had to fire one at a soldier aiming at her. Skye traveled in the direction she went when she broke out earlier, she knew how far it was until she reached that lounge. From there she would try to find a way out.
Skye felt as if she was under a spell. She'd never been good at fighting, but her determination seemed to boost her skills. She knew Jemma was here. If the bus was here, Jemma was here. And a horde of soldiers was heading their way to kill them all.
Jemma hated being helpless.
"Stay on the plane with Fitz and Ashley." Coulson had ordered her before taking the rest of the team out through the cargo hold, where they were met with immediate fire. Jemma hated hiding in the lab with Fitz. He saw the look on her face and knew he was going to have to do something.
"Simmons, no." Fitz told her, placing a gentle hand on one of her shoulders as she stared out the bullet-proof glass as May, Coulson, and Ward disappeared into the building. "You'll get yourself killed."
"I got her in here, it's my responsibility to help get her out." Jemma responded. Neither of them had noticed Ashley had disappeared until she returned, holding three guns.
"Are you coming, or are you waiting for an invitation?" Ashley asked them, offering the two extra guns. Jemma stood up and pulled out of Fitz's hands to accept the gun. Fitz stood undecided, not sure what to do.
"Keep the bus entrances locked up tight. Be ready for us to come back." Jemma said, taking Ashley's second gun so that she had one in each hand. Fitz nodded as Ashley slammed her hand against the button that opened the lab doors into the cargo hold.
"Stay safe." Fitz offered one last set of words for Jemma and Ashley as they jogged down the cargo hold ramp and into the building where the madness was.
"Duck!" Ashley commanded almost as soon as they entered the long stretch of white hallways. They both dropped to their knees as shots flew above their head. When the stood up, they pressed their backs together and each dropped a set of soldiers that had them trapped. Like Skye, Jemma was suddenly full of adrenaline.
"Come on." Ashley said quietly. Jemma stared in horror at the two people she just killed, but she knew they would have killed her without a second thought, so she had to get over it.
When they rounded a corner, they saw May fighting hand to hand combat with a soldier, both had disarmed each other. May looked scared when she saw the two untrained women, but the look quickly dissipated when Ashley shot someone coming at them from behind and Jemma slid over one of her guns, one that May took gratefully and shot her attacker.
"Good luck. Find Skye." May told her, taking off in another direction.
Bodies littered the floor and Jemma was beginning to shake. She couldn't help but check to make sure none of them were Skye. Every time she saw a female with brown hair her heart would stop until she made sure it wasn't her.
Ashley and Jemma soon entered a hallway where the walls were lined with vault doors. Skye could be in any number of them, they didn't have time to check them all.
A shot fired behind them and Ashley cried out before dropping to the ground. Jemma shot the soldier down quickly and turned to Ashley, who was clutching her bleeding leg.
A group of three soldiers approached them, aiming their guns. There was no way Jemma was going to get out of there, especially not with Ashley. She raised her hands above her head slowly and kicked her gun over to the soldiers as commanded. Tears brimmed in Jemma's eyes. She failed. Skye was probably dead, she knew this by now. The SHIELD files had been deleted before she had left the plane. They didn't need her any more. Hydra won.
Jemma let out a screech when one of them grabbed her by the hair.
"We can have some fun with this one." The tallest of the three soldiers snickered. Jemma felt like she was going to be sick, and she was right. Just at the thought of one of them doing what she thought they wanted to do, she threw up all over the guy holding her, causing the other two to burst out laughing.
"Not so good with the ladies, are ya?" They teased as the soldier pushed Jemma away from him. Jemma used the distraction to grab her gun off the floor and shoot the offending soldier in the chest several times. That shut his buddies up. They took one look at their friend on the ground before one of them grabbed Jemma from behind and held her arms behind her back while the other threw punches into her stomach. Jemma screamed and kicked, but she couldn't get them to stop. Ashley muttered helplessly from the ground.
Jemma knew it was over. She was done for, as well as Ashley. She gave it her best shot. She tried her best to save Skye and hoped that if she was alive that, somehow, someway, she could know that.