Episode 16: End of the Beginning
Part One

Sydney, Australia

Two agents walked into a S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house, the alarms beeping until the computer recognized the agents.
"Agent John Garrett, confirmed," the computer beeped. "Agent Antoine Triplett, confirmed."

Looking around, Trip shrugged, "Well, it's no four seasons."
"As far as safe houses go, it's not bad. Phuket didn't even had mattresses."
"Yeah, but Cairo had thousand count sheets with that sateen finish."
"Be careful what you get used to," Garrett remarked. "Cairo only has those nice sheets because Reyes-Fitz used to own that place and bought everything."
"And she gave it away?"

Rummaging through the cupboards, Garrett found a bottle of whisky. He uncapped it, taking a sniff before pouring himself a glass.
"Spent nineteen months in Russia," he said, taking a sip of his drink.
"Didn't need the place in Cairo so she gave it to S.H.I.E.L.D. Her place in Moscow is S.H.I.E.L.D. property now too."
"Yeah, but she and Ward probably—"
"Don't go there. Dig out that sat phone and get Coulson on the line. I want to run down through the list of potential candidates with him."

Swinging off his bag, Trip opened it to search for the sat phone.
"You really think the Clairvoyant was on The Index?"
"Rejected off The Index, possibly. Just hope it's not the Amazing Kreskin." He laughed at his joke. "I used to love that guy."
"Who?" Trip asked confused.

Suddenly, the alarm started to go off.
"Area 3, breach!" the computer buzzed. The front door was kicked open just as Garrett jumped into action. He grabbed a gun from a cabinet in the kitchen as Mike Peterson appeared. Garrett fired the gun, causing Mike to stagger back. Trip managed to fire an electrical pulse from his gun that hit Mike in the chest, then in the leg.
"Hit him with an I.C.E.R.!" Garrett ordered.

Dropping his gun, Trip pulled out his I.C.E.R. He fired the gun, hitting Mike in the forehead, but the man did not go down. Trip noticed and was about to call to Garrett but stopped when Mike pulled off one of electrical bolts from his shoulder than his leg. He looked at both men before jumping up through the ceiling. Trip and Garrett looked at each other, then up at the hole. Garrett started laughing in relief as Trip tried to calm his rapidly beeping heart.

The Bus, Location: Unknown

Ward blearily opened his eyes as he felt The Bus start to land. He slightly tightened his grip around Sara as she started to awake. She opened her eyes, smiling sleepily up at him. He smiled softly back, pressing a light kiss to her lips.
"Hey, beautiful."
"Hey yourself," she yawned.

Rolling over, Sara fumbled blindly for her ring as Ward turned on the lights. He sat up, dragging her up with her as she grabbed her engagement ring. The thing was gorgeous, a thin gold that had tiny diamonds dotting up the sides until it wrapped around a larger diamond in the middle.
"Wear it," Ward said as she went to put it around her neck. She had taken to wearing on a chain recently to keep others from knowing.
"I thought—"
"We can tell them today with Garrett there," Ward said, brushing hair out of her face. "Don't you want them to know?"
"Of course, I do," she mumbled. "It's just… it's crazy and we don't need to add to it."
"No, we won't be adding to it. We'll be giving them something to look forward too."
"Look forward too?"

Leaning forward, Ward started kissing up her neck.
"A wedding… Simmons and May as your brides' maids... Fitz walking you up the alter…" She let out a small sigh as he moved back to her lips.
"What makes you think I won't have Coulson do it?"
"Do what?" Ward murmured.
"Walk me up the alter."
"Baby, whatever makes you happy, I don't give a damn."
"What if I want mum there?"
"Which one?"
"Camila."

At the mention of the Peruvian woman, Ward's eyes darkened.
"If you want, but she'll surrounded at all possible corners." Sara let out a small chuckle, shaking her head.
"Don't worry, Grant. She won't be there." He rolled his eyes at her teasing and grasped her hand.
"Please wear it," he said. "For me. Please."

Despite everything inside her yelling to do the opposite, Sara slid the ring onto her hand. Ward lifted it to his mouth, kissing her hand gently.
"I love you, Mrs. Ward."
"Not yet," Sara chuckled.
"Unfortunately. But soon, yes?"
"After the Clairvoyant is found, then we'll cross that bridge, deal?"
"I'll hold you too that, Agent Reyes-Fitz."
"Most definitely, Agent Ward." The two shared a smile before Ward climbed out of their bunk to start getting ready.

Coulson stood in the cargo hold, waiting patiently for Agents Sitwell, Blake, Hand, Garrett, and Triplett walk up to him.
"You realize, Agent Coulson, they have these things called teleconferences now?" Hand snarked.
"Nice to see you too, Agent Hand," he replied. He looked at everyone."Thank you all for coming on such short notice."
"A little unconventional meeting this way, isn't it?" Sitwell asked.
"Oh, from the reports I've read "unconventional" seems to be Coulson's middle name these days," Blake scoffed. Coulson grinned at him as Garrett laughed.
"Fight breaks out, let me take Blake. He's coy but scrappy."

The agent in question scoffed again, rolling his eyes as Coulson started leading them towards the Command Center.
"I'll explain everything as soon as we hit fifty-thousand feet. This way." Garrett swept his hand out to Hand, and she breezed past him, following after Coulson.

Sara leaned against a wall as May walked into the Command Center.
"Cruising altitude reached, bearing ninety degrees just over the north pole."
"Thank you," Coulson said. He nodded to Garrett, who stepped forward. "Apologies for the song and dance, but we brought you here as a precaution."
"A precaution against what?" Sitwell asked.
"The Clairvoyant," Coulson answered. "If there is someone out there who can read minds, at least up here we're as far away from him as possible."

Sitwell and Blake shared a disbelieving look.
"Figured maybe the northern lights will knock a few bars off his psychic wi-fi," Garrett said.
"Coulson, you know S.H.I.E.L.D.'s stance on psychic," Blake said. "They don't exist."
"Are you suddenly a believer?" Hand asked.
"Not definitively, but I've a recent experience with an Asgardian who could bend people's will with her voice."

Sara tensed slightly at the mention of Lorelai. It might have been a few weeks since then, but she couldn't get the picture of Ward kissing the woman out of her mind when ever Lorelai was brought up. From beside her, Ward wrapped a soothing arm around her waist. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before turning back into the conversation.
"Forced me to open my mind, so to speak," Coulson continued.
"All we know for sure is the Clairvoyant has been a step ahead of us, stealing plays from our playbook," Garrett said.
"And it's pissing me off," Coulson snapped. "I take you've all read Agent Garrett's latest report?"
"The hit on the safe house. Mr. Peterson's alive and kicking."
"We call him Deathlok," May chimed in.
"It was the project's code name," Ward added.

From his spot across the room, Trip spoke up.
"Agent Garrett and I have been tracking him the last few weeks."
"We think the Clairvoyant's super-solider bodyguard came after us for a reason," Garrett said. "We're getting close."
"To what? His identity?" Hand asked.

Garrett and Coulson shared a look.
"Well, we've narrowed the list to thirteen candidates."
"Narrowed it how? From what?" Blake questioned.
"Agent Garrett has been taking a second look at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gifted Index, specifically the rejects."
"Individuals that S.H.I.E.L.D. interviewed who are believed to have psychic abilities but were ultimately dismissed."
"So, you think we've encountered the Clairvoyant before?" Sitwell asked.
"Think how many cases we've encountered across the globe," Sara said. "How many cases that have been vetted. It's more than possible, it's probable." Blake ran a hand down his face.
"I need more coffee," he muttered.

Tilting her head to the side, Hand studied Coulson for a moment before speaking.
"Let's assume what you're passing is possible. What then? If we're going up against an actual clairvoyant, how do you suggest we combat that?"
"By compartmentalizing the information," Garrett said.
Coulson nodded, "A member of my team is an expert at pattern recognition and analysis, finding needles in haystacks…. She'll prioritize the candidates on Garrett's list, locate them, then pair us off into random teams."
"That way only one person knows the full scope of the mission," Garrett added.
Hand scoffed, "You do understand that this person you're referring to, she'd need to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to be granted that level of access."
"I'm glad you brought that up," Coulson said.

Down in the lab, Skye grimaced as Simmons drew another vial of blood from her arm.
"Guys, I swear, I am fine. How much blood are you gonna draw before you believe me?"
"Your recovery, it's honesty, quite remarkable."
"Strange," Fitz added. He held up a vial of her blood, turning it around to look at it.
"We know Coulson had a very different recovering experience, so we understand why he's hesitant about sharing our findings with others," Simmons said.
"Yeah, but something like this drug, it needs to be studies," Fitz argued. "It has the potential to save so many lives."
"We'd like to send a blood sample of yours to some colleagues to do a molecular breakdown. Maybe if you spoke to Agent Coulson—"

Skye cut Simmons off.
"Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea. If Coulson thinks it's important that this stays between us, then we should trust him. Right? He's the boss."
"So… you're saying we should obey the rules?" Simmons questioned. Skye gave them a nod.
"Who are you, and what have you done with Skye," Fitz remarked.

The younger woman was about to reply but didn't have the chance as the doors behind her opened.
"Skye, upstairs," Ward ordered. "Top brass wants to see you." He turned before she could answer. She gave Fitz-Simmons a worried look, one they returned.

Skye stood amongst all the Agents in the living room area, Blake nursing a second cup of coffee.
"Pairing off makes total sense," Skye said. "Just one thought though, what if we make it a double blind?"
"How so?" Hand questioned.
"Well, I'll give one person from each team the potential Clairvoyant's coordinates and I'll give the other one the identity. That way no one person knows the full specs of the op until you get there."
"I like how you think," Garrett grinned. He turned to the others. "I like how she thinks."
"One question, how am I supposed to access all the classified files without someone in the room? I don't have the clearance."
"Now you do," Coulson said. He handed her a wallet with her badge inside. "Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D., Skye."

Taking the wallet from him, Skye gave him a large, surprised look and he smiled. She opened the wallet at his nod, seeing the badge inside. She looked up at everyone's faces, nearly everyone except Hand, Blake, and Sitwell smiling.
"I-I don't know what to say." She turned to Coulson.
"Thank you." "Don't thank me," Coulson said, shaking his head. "You've passed every required S.H.I.E.L.D. exam with flying colors."
"For a level one agent," Hand corrected. Garrett and Sara sent her a look and she rolled her eyes.

Coulson continued as if not hearing the other agent.
"You've assisted us on multiple field missions, put your life on the line. You earned this."
"Hell, you took two in the gut. More than Sitwell here's ever done," Garrett joked. As Sitwell rolled his eyes at Garrett, Coulson gave Skye a small smile.
"Okay, everyone! Back to work!"

The meeting broke again, the high-up agents dispersing. Garrett wished Skye congratulations before following after Coulson. May walked by, patting Skye on her shoulder with a smile. "Congratulations, Skye!" Simmons cheered. She held her arms out for a hug and Skye did a happy little hop before embracing her.
"Awesome!"
"Congrats," Fitz grinned.

Sara walked over, smiling brightly to Skye.
"Good job," she told the younger woman.
"Thanks, Sara!" She looked over at Ward, who stood a foot or two behind Sara. "Couldn't have done it without a great and very patient S.O."
"Yeah, you could have," Ward disagreed. "I'm not clairvoyant, but I do believe some things are meant to be."

From behind Skye, Simmons noticed something partially hidden on Sara's hand.
"Oh my god," she breathed out. Darting forward, she grabbed Sara's hand, pulling it out to where everyone could see it. Simmons and Skye let out a squeal and Fitz frowned, trying to figure out what was going on.
"We were gonna tell you earlier," Sara said. "I just didn't want to take away from Skye getting her badge and—"
"Oh this is far better!" Skye gushed. "Please tell me I'm invited!"
"Invited to what?" Fitz asked. Ward rolled his eyes, taking Sara's hand from Simmons to show Fitz the ring.
"I proposed."
"Oh, finally… When?"
"Right after we got the stuff for Skye."
"You've been keeping this a secret for two weeks?" Skye frowned. "How dare you!"
"We've been busy," Sara reminded her. "Getting you better, trying to find the Clairvoyant. There hasn't been a lot of time for us to announce anything."
"Have you told Coulson, May, or Garrett yet?"

The two engaged agents shook their heads, Sara relaxing against Ward's chest.
"Not yet. But we will," Ward said. Sara gave Simmons a sharp look.
"You tell May before I can, they'll never find your body." Her best friend rolled her eyes.
"Empty threats, you need a maid-of-honor after all."

They shared a laugh before Skye and Simmons left, heading to their different assignments. Fitz laundered behind, tapping his foot annoyingly.
"Yes, Fitz?" Sara asked.
"Just, uh… you gonna tell mum?" Sara looked away from him, shoulders lifting in a half-hearted shrug.
"Probably."
"Oh, uh, okay."
"Do you want me to tell her?"
"I mean, whatever you want and stuff." He turned to Ward. "I guess this is when I say something like, don't hurt my sister or else?"
"I won't," Ward said. He clasped Fitz' shoulder. "After all, I'd like us to still be friends at holiday dinners." Sara laughed, shaking her head at them.
"Behave and be nice," she said.

She kissed Ward's cheek and grinned at Fitz before heading to the cockpit where May was waiting for her to take over. Ward watched her go and Fitz hit him in the shoulder.
"Staring is rude," he teased. Ward raised an eyebrow at the scientist and Fitz flinched. "Fine, I'm going. I'm going!"

Location Unknown

Standing in front of a mirror, Mike Peterson gently touched the spot where the I.C.E.R. left its mark. As he did so, there was a knock at the door. A message appeared on his eye camera as Mike turned towards the door.

Don't say I never give you anything.

Moving to stand by the door, Mike closed his eyes, using his x-ray vision to see a box on the other side with something inside. He opened the door, looking around for anyone.

When in the clear, Mike picked up the package and took it inside. He closed the door and ripped the package open. He pulled out a wrist cuff device and clipped it onto his left forearm. He grimaced, grunting as the device tightened. He blinked as another message came through.

They're coming for me, it's time we finally meet.

The Bus, Location: Unknown

Sitwell walked through the ship with Coulson, voicing his concerns.
"Can't say I'm a fan of this double-blind situation. How will the field teams meet us at the destinations?"
"They won't. They'll be on standby. We can't risk The Clairvoyant knowing we're coming."
"What you're saying is, one of these teams could be heading straight into an ambush without backup?"

Walking up behind them, Hand cut into their conversation.
"Agent Sitwell, I just received word from The Triskelion. You have orders to report to The Lumurian Star immediately."
"So, I assume you'll take his place?" Coulson asked.
"In your hunt for Santa Clause?" she scoffed. "No. I'm taking a transport jet back to The Hub where I can quarterback in the field teams via satellite. Someone's gonna have to pull your asses out of the fire when things go south. I'll be in touch."

She walked away, leaving the two men behind.
"I guess I got a boat to catch," Sitwell said. He held his hand out to Coulson, who shook it. "Good luck, Agent Coulson."
"You too, Agent Sitwell." The agent left, as Coulson sighed in disappointment. There went all his help.

In the holding cell, Skye held out a phone to Garrett. He took it from her, glancing down at it.
"Okay, on this phone, you will find a set of coordinates that'll lead you to one fo the three potential clairvoyants I've chosen. When you're within a mile, your partner will be granted access to the candidate's name and profile on their own phone. Make sense?"

Garrett gave her a grin.
"You know, we haven't officially met." He held out his hand for her to shake.
"John Garrett." Smiling, Skye shook his hand.
"I guess lying unconscious in a gurney really should not count."
He laughed, "How are you feeling?"
"A lot better, actually."
"Been shot a couple times myself, back, shoulder. Had my throat cut once. But you know the toughest one?"

Leaning forward, Garrett pulled down his turtleneck, showing a nasty, chunky looking scar near his collar bone. Skye grimaced, but still leaned in to take a closer look.
"Thing about third-degree burn, the burn itself doesn't hurt at all. Crazy, right? The nerve endings get all fried. But the area around the burn?" He hissed, covering his scar once more. "That smarts. Still, gut shot's the worst."
"Sir, I know what you did for me, how you risked your life to save me. So, thank you." He gave her a small smile.
"You've got a good team around you. I just jumped on the bandwagon."
"Well, you trained two of them, sir."
"Guess it all comes full circle. Ward's your S.O., I was his and for a brief period I was Sara's too. Turn, turn, turn. But this S.O. thing goes both ways. You've had a big impact on him. He's different."
"Different how?"
"Well, the tough thing about being a specialist is being alone."
"But he's not alone, he has Sara."
"Yeah, I know, but a larger team gives you a whole new perspective. And having someone training under you, Ward has that now."

Giving her another smile, he tossed the phone in the air, catching it again.
"Thanks for this." He headed for the door before pausing, looking back at her. "And Skye, lose the "sir". I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent just like you." She nodded at him, a proud smile appearing on her lips.

In the lab, May was checking out bullets and held out up to Fitz. It was shaped differently than the rest of the mag.
"What is this?"
"Um, say you need to tag a fleeing vehicle… or a wild monkey…" She threw him a look and he paused.
"If it was to get away from you," he finished. "These rounds are built with a micro-receiver which enables you to track your targets via satellite."

Entering the lab, Simmons started talking to Fitz, not realizing that May was there.
"I've condensed the blood sample results into an encrypted file. Now if we just had access to—"
"Jemma, we have a visitor." Simmons stopped, seeing May, who's expression had turned serious.
"Oh. May. Hello."
"I assume you're talking about Skye's blood."

Simmons sighed, nodding her head.
"There's just so much we don't know."
"I mean, we don't know what drug it is," Fitz said.
"Or where it came from."
"Yeah, not to mention potential side effects, short or long term!"
"We're just worried about Skye. And Agent Coulson, of course."
"Have either of them exhibited any side effects or strange behavior?" May asked.

As if thinking, Fitz-Simmons' eyes moved skyward before speaking at the same time.
"Strange is such a subjective term—"
"No more than usual." May frowned at them, shaking her head sightly as she continued with her pervious train of thought.
"Because if they have, or if they do in the future, feel free to contact me first. I can help. Okay?" She gave them a very un-like herself smile and left them in the lab giving each other confused looks.

Sitting in the holding cell, Skye unattached a cellphone from her computer, handing it to Coulson.
"Okay, you're all set."
"Hope you parried me with someone good or interesting at least," Coulson joked. He noticed her drifting attention and cleared his throat. "Stop worrying."

That caught her attention, and she looked up at him.
"You wear your heart on your sleeve, and your face," he said. "I trust your judgement. The way you see the world. It's different than the rest of us. That's why I want you to dig deeper into these." He pointed at her laptop where different files were on display.
"The candidates' psych evaluations?"
"The Clairvoyant thinks he can read our minds. See if you can read his. We need some insight into who this person really is, a weakness. So, do what you do, find the exploit. And stop worrying."

Milton Keynes Prison, United Kingdom

Ward, Sara, and Trip walked towards the prison; Ward's arm slung around Sara's shoulders.
"So, Ward," Trip said, trying to make conversation. "Garrett says your family's like the cable version of the Kennedys."
"Huh, I doubt he said that."
Trip laughed, "Fine, I did my own research. Had to, following in golden boy's footsteps."
"Point of this, Trip?" Sara asked, glancing over at him.
"Just trying to keep things light."
"Cause that's what we all need right now," Ward grunted.
"You know, maybe it is."

Pausing in step, Ward turned to Trip, glaring at the other man.
"You want to keep it light? The Clairvoyant almost killed Sara and Skye."
"Yeah? Well, he did kill my partner, Dan Monroe. Great guy—"
"Had a son, Preston," Sara murmured.
"Exactly. Either of you know what it's like telling a six-year-old that his dad isn't coming home?"
"Yeah," Sara said. She glanced up at Trip, pulling her jacket tighter around her. "I was nineteen, not even graduated from the academy and my first S.O. got killed. Got to tell her three children and her husband."

Her words made Trip stop, blinking at her.
"We've all got axes to grind, Trip," she told him. "Remember the objective, we're here to take the Clairvoyant in, not out. We'll get revenge later."
"What if it was Ward in your place?" Trip asked. "What would you be thinking right now?" Sara smiled bitterly.
"I wouldn't be here, now would I, Triplett?"

A response was on his lips, but before he could speak, Ward's phone beeped. He pulled it out, reading off a small stream of information.
"Elijah Fordham, 32, military background. Here." He passed it over to Trip.
"Serving 18 life sentences for a killing spree in the '90s," Trip read.
"Sounds more psycho than psychic," Sara muttered.

Walking up to the prison, they were buzzed inside. The metal doors clambered shut behind them. Sara glanced into a guard's post, seeing no one a there.
"Nobody home," Ward mused. "Odd." Looking around, they realized that the entire prison was deserted.
"Ward, what's going on—?" Sara's words stopped short as their comms went off, Agent Hand barking orders.
"All backup teams, move in. We have an agent down. Repeat, Agent Blake is down!" The trio shared looks before hurrying out of the prison.

Muncie, Indiana

Garrett shared a story as Coulson drove through the city.
"So, I dropped down through the skylight, used up my whole mag, and hit the final guy right in the chest with a flare gun. Boy, you should have seen the look on his face when that thing went off." The man started laughing and Coulson gave him an indulgent smile as he shook his head.
"What?" Garrett asked. "I already told you that one?"
"I was there."
"For which part?"
"The whole thing."

Whistling, Garrett shook his head.
"Really? Damn, I must be getting old. Either that or I drank a lot more in my 30s than I remember."
"Or both… And you didn't go through the skylight."
"I know, but it makes for a better story." The two of them laughed, reliving the memories. Most of their time in S.H.I.E.L.D. was a nightmare, but the advantage of telling heroic stories was worth it.

Sobering, Garrett looked to at Coulson.
"So, Reyes-Fitz and Ward."
"What about them?" "Gettin' hitched, I see."
"They tell you that?"
"Don't have too."
"I'm glad it finally happened; Ward's been thinking about it for a while. It was getting annoying, I'm pretty sure May has a bet going."
"Man, that boy hates commitments so I'm not surprised it took him this long to propose."
"Really?"
"Oh, I'm surprised they lasted this long, Coulson, means something is really right between them."

A tight smile graced Coulson's face as his phone started ringing. He pulled it out, glancing down at it.
"File came in. Noriko Sato, 19, junior at Ball State." He passed the cellphone over to Garrett who nodded in remembrance.
"The co-ed, I remember. She's got an I.Q. over two-hundred. Ran circles around every agent we sent in to interrogate her. We had no indication she was gifted. Family's got ties to the Yakuza, though."

Up ahead of them, the road was closed for construction, a worker pointing them in another direction.
"Heads up," Coulson said.
"Detour," Garrett remarked. "Imagine that."

Following the detour, they got routed down an alleyway and suddenly a workman was guiding a truck to backup, blocking the alley.
"Oh, convenient timing," Coulson said. Garrett pulled his gun close to his chest as the workman made the SUV stop.
"Think this'll make a good story someday?"

Behind them, another car pulled up.
"Ah, one behind us," Coulson said. "You better hope so." The two shared matching smirks just as a communication from Hand came through.
"All backup teams, move in. We have an agent down. Repeat, Agent Blake is down." Sharing a look with Garrett, Coulson put the SUV in reverse and went around the car trying to block them in from behind.

Macon, Georgia

May walked beside Blake as they climbed up some stairs to a large house. She was not thrilled to be working with him.
"You a Scorpio?" Blake asked. May did not answer, prompting him to continue talking. "I was just wondering why our newest agent paired the two of us together. Must have thought we were compatible in some way."

Rolling her eyes, May spoke stoically.
"It was random, Blake."
"You seem like a Scorpio."
"You don't believe in The Clairvoyant, but you believe in astrology?"
"I have some theories of my own."

Looking down, Blake read a plaque next to the front door. Tranquility Bridge Assisted Living.
"Please tell me we're here for one of the doctors." May shrugged and headed inside where she pulled out her tablet.
"Thomas Nash. Injured in a head on collision. He's been catatonic for the past four years."
"Great. We're here for a vegetable."
"I'll find the director's office," May said. "You get a room number for Nash."
"Yes, Ma'am." Blake gave her a mock salute before walking in the opposite direction.

A few minutes later, Blake stood inside an office, glancing through a visitor's log before ringing a bell on the counter. As soon as the bell rang out, he was thrown into the far wall. Mike Peterson stood above him, barely phased as Blake shot at his chest. The bullets merely bounced off of Mike but make him stumble back enough for Blake to hide behind the reception desk.

Sticking out his arm, Blake fired a few more times at Mike. He took out his empty clip, reloaded and got up to fire a few more shots. He was able to get off a few rounds before Mike grabbed him by the throat, lifting him into the air.

Choking for breath, Blake tried to reason with him.
"Mr. Peterson… stop. You have a son—Ace. He needs you." Mike's face softened just a tad.
"We can still help you, Mike." Mike shook his head. "Mike Peterson's dead."

Blake's eyes rolled back into his head as he make louder choking sounds. Mike threw the agent to the floor, breaking bones in the process. May appeared around the corner just as Mike brought his foot down against Blake's chest, breaking more bones.

Getting onto her comms, May called for the Hub. "
May to Hub, Deathlok's here! Blake's down!" Agent Hand responded seconds later.
"All backup teams, move in. We have an agent down. Repeat, Agent Blake is down."

Lifting his cybernetic arm, Mike pointed it at May. The weapons system activated, targeting May. She started shooting at him and he fired a missile. May's eyes went wide, and she dove to the floor as the missile hit the wall behind her, sending debris down on top of her. Mike walked away, leaving her here.