Episode 17: Turn, Turn, Turn
Part Two

In the lab, Coulson worked on getting the bullet out of May's arm.
"That was his direct line, Phil," May told him.
"So, it's real. That means it's just you and men, unless there were other parties you reported to."
"There weren't!" She let out a grunt of pain when he pulled out the bullet.
"Then come out with it. Fury's gone. We're being shot at by our own people."

He started to wrap up her wound and May looked sadly at him.
"Fury knew you'd want me to join up, asked me to keep an eye on you."
"Looking for what?"
"Signs of physical or mental deterioration, to keep him updated. It's that simple." Coulson just stared at him.
"Did you know about T.A.H.I.T.I.?" She looked away, guilt flooding her face. "How could you do that to me?" he nearly shouted. "After all we've been through, the years we spent tougher in ops—"
"He said that it was essential you couldn't know."
"The time I spent sifting through the ashes with you in Bahrain?" Coulson continued. "I gave you a second chance when I assembled this team and—"
"I assembled this team," May murmured.
"What?"

With a dep breath, May spoke a bit louder.
"I evaluated what was needed and I gave the assessment to Fury, and he gave you the parameters for your unit."
"What was needed, May?"
She scoffed, "Someone who could repair your body, a technician who could reprogram your brain, someone familiar to you already, and a specialist to help me put you down if it had to be done. But I didn't do it for Fury. I did it for you, to protect you! I… you mean a lot to me. A lot. To hear you were dead, it nearly… I mean it broke Sara. You may not believe me, but that's the truth. I have nothing to do with The Clairvoyant or this Hydra threat we're up against. Hopefully—"

She looked down at her wounded arm before finishing.
"This helps prove that." Coulson stared at her dumbfounded, then finished his wrapping job on her arm.
"I want to believe you… but you've used that against me this whole time." She looked at him despondently as Ward entered.
"They stopped firing. No clear shots through the windows."
"They want to preserve the aircraft," May said. "A surgical strike team is next."
"Fitz cut the hydraulics on the cargo ramp. They'll have to pry it open."

With a shake of his head, Coulson looked towards the ramp.
"That won't hold them long. We need to plan to get out of here with whatever we can take with us."
"About that…" Walking closer to a monitor, Ward started swiping through all the stuff they had acquired over the past year.
"The 0-8-4 specs, Asgardian weaponry, portal creation, Donnie's weather machine. If they get their hands on the Gravitonium in The Fridge—"
"It's below The Fridge," Coulson cut him off. "No records."
"Okay… but on the off chance we'd give them the designs to weaponized it. The drug from T.A.H.I.T.I., sir? All here. If Hydra's really bout the seize this plane—"

From across the room, Skye had been typing on her laptop and Coulson looked at her.
"We should wipe the system."
She nodded, "I'm backing it up on this hard drive to keep our edge."
"Then scrub the plane clean."
"It'll take some time," Skye said. Garrett and Fitz walked into the room, Garrett carrying a large bag.
"We're working on buying you some more," he promised.

Simmons threw up her hands as she failed to contact the team for the hundredth time.
"I'm telling you!" she snapped at Sara. "This signal is clogging everything up." Her eyes grew wet. "Something terrible has happened."

The doors behind them were violently thrown open and Emerson and Sara had their weapons drawn, Simmons shoved behind them.
"Freeze!" an agent shouted. "Show me your hands!" Simmons raised her hands immediately, but Trip hesitated, looking at Sara from the corner of his eyes. "Show me your hands!" the agent shouted again.

Sara gave Trip and Emerson a barely noticeable nod and Trip raised his hands as the women set their guns on the table in front of them. They too raised their hands, Sara mentally counting every possible escape plan possible as the unmistakable sound of Agent Hand's heels clicking against the cement floors came closer.

A solider ran towards The Bus. He climbed up a lander and pressed a small explosive against the raised ramp. He pushed a button, and it went from red to green as he hurried down the ladder to get away. It powered up with a flash and with a loud crash, the cargo hold entrance hit the ground.
"Go! Go! Move it!"

Soldiers hurried onto The Bus, looking around. The lead solider made it to the top of the ramp and he stepped on something. He looked down as he heard a loud high-pitched noise. There was a click and the soldiers around him were blow backwards by an explosion.

As more soldiers hurried onto the plane, Coulson's team followed Garrett through hallways outside The Hub. They had snuck through the bottom of the plane using one of Fitz' inventions.
"It's called a mouse hole," he told Garret. "It cuts through anything, really. I designed it a year ago and submitted it for testing, but it never reached distribution."
"Top agents always hog the good stuff," Garrett complained.

Behind them, Skye fell into step with Ward, holding out the hard drive that held all the information they had wiped from the plane.
"This is probably safer in your hands. You haven't taught me how to hold up under torture yet." With a small smirk, he tucked the hard drive into his backpack.
"We'll get to that. It's real fun." She smiled back at him.

From the back of the group, Coulson decided to stop them, walking up to the front of them.
"All right, here's where we split up. Skye and Ward?"
"Heading to the nerve center," Ward answered.
"Disable their systems, most importantly their control of our plane."
"Copy that," Skye nodded.

They started off, but Coulson stopped them.
"Remember, these agents are under orders. Use I.C.E.R.s only. We'll find Simmons and Sara, get them out." Ward looked firmly at May, an unspoken agreement between them.

Garrett crossed his arms as Ward and Skye hurried off.
"We should go straight for Hand. Hydra's always talking about getting their heads cut off, right?" Coulson shook his head, walking through the hallways.
"Saving the girls and Triplett, that's our priority."
"I agree," Garrett said. "And this is how I'd get it done. Hope you have a better plan."

As Garrett and Fitz hurried ahead, May walked closely beside Coulson.
"Phil, I can help you if you—" She held up her handcuffed wrists, but Coulson shook his head.
"We need your help, but the cuffs stay off." She lowered her arms as Coulson started to pick up his pace.

Agent Hand strolled into the lab where the four "missing" agents had been hiding out in. She grabbed a chair and swung it around to sit down. She looked firmly at each of them, her gaze lingering on Sara.
"The rest of your possibly short lives hinges on his moment. Hydra has successfully infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. at the highest level. It only took seven decades, and today is our coming out party. We have the support of the Level 9 and Level 10 agents. And those who have resisted Hydra have been crossed off… Director Fury included."

It took everything in Sara to not react to that new piece of information. Fury dead? Seemed impossible, but Hand said it so calmly and matter of fact.
"I'm here to offer you a choice, and a simple one at that. Either you swear unwavering loyalty to Hydra right now for all time… or share Fury's fate."

The agents that had entered with Hand raised their guns, pointing them at the four agents in front of them. Simmons let out a trapped breath as Emerson took a step back. Trip looked over at Sara, catching sight of a knife handle hidden behind her shirt.
"I won't wait long," Hand said.

Trip and Sara shared a look, and he used the moment to grab the gun closest to him and elbow that agent in the face. He pushed that man over to Sara, who pressed her knife against the man's throat as Trip did the same to a different agent who had tried to intercede.
"Cross us off," Trip snapped. "And two of you go with us."

A small smile appeared on Hand's face.
"Right answer." She stood from her chair, crossing her arms. "The number of people I trust is now ten." Her other agents all holstered their guns as Hand turned to them. "Where are we on the roundup?"

Confused and disgusted at the test they had just been put through; Sara shoved the man she had threatened away from her.
"We're moving all agents below level five to east holding," an agent said. "I have men monitoring microphones placed in most of the rooms."
"And our strike team?"
"Has stormed the plane, yes."
"That was a-a test?" Simmons asked Sara, her voice shaky.
"That very few have passed," Hand said, hearing the question.

Simmons let out a heavy sigh.
"I thought we were dead. You're not Hydra – thank god!"
"Well, don't celebrate just yet. We may not be Hydra, but your friend Coulson, he is." Sara's head whipped around to stare at the woman in complete and utter shock.

Three men sat around a video surveillance set up and something caught their eye.
"We've captured Agent Coulson and The Cavalry herself," one whistled.
"Call upstairs. They'll need assistance." One of the other men set down his clipboard and sat up.
"They're heading too—" He was off as a buzzing alarm sounded. "—Here," he finished weakly.

The locks pushed and a man in a baseball cap pulled low pushed Coulson and May in front of him.
"We caught 'em, the slippery bastards. Agent May took one of mine in the arm. Softy here wouldn't let her bleed out."

A man hurried over the man in the hat, gripping his shoulder in concern.
"Do you need medical assistance?"
"Just your sidearm." He struck the solider in the face while Coulson and Fitz ICED the two remaining guards. Fitz hurried over to the bank on monitors and got to work.
"Okay, come on, Simmons, Sara. Where are you?"

Hand led the way through The Hub, addressing an agent as she went.
"Report back to me." The agent nodded before scurrying away. She pushed the doors open to the Command Center and looked at one of the men who wore an odd expression.
"We've searched the plane, ma'am. No sign of them."
"They were onboard when it landed," Agent Shaw cut in. "We're tearing the plane apart. They must've snuck out… somehow."

The woman in charge held back a groan of disappointment and began barking out orders.
"Check the tunnels. I want two squads posted in every corridor. Capture who you can, but you have permission to use lethal force."
"Yes, ma'am," an agent agreed.
"You were right, we should have blown that plane out of the sky."

Sara scoffed, arms crossing over her chest.
"Are you mad?" With a roll of her eyes, Hand turned back to face her. "How can you be saying this?"
"Hydra won't show mercy, neither can we."
"Coulson isn't Hydra."
"He's a good man and a friend!" Simmons added.
"He's a liar! Agent Blake came to be with his suspicions, that Coulson and the other level 8 agents were involved in some sort of conspiracy. Then Coulson sent him on an op that put him in the I.C.U."
"Coulson isn't capable of what you're insinuating," Simmons argued.
"Agent Jacobson, Coulson's crimes?"

Agent Phineas Jacobson stepped forward, looking everywhere except at Sara.
"Recruiting known enemies of S.H.I.E.L.D., disobeying a direct order – multiple counts of violation of international laws—"
"To rescue Professor Hall," Sara interrupted.
"Who ended up dead by you," Hand reminded, gesturing at Jacobson to continue.
"Failure to report the crimes of his protégé, Akela Amador…"
"Whose same technology somehow ended up in the head of Mr. Peterson, and you know his crimes."
"You helped us save Coulson from The Clairvoyant," Simmons said. "Yet, when we found this brain-dead Clairvoyant, Coulson's man Ward shot him before we could learn a single thing about him. The lies add up, Agents. Are you telling me he's never kept a secret from you?"

Simmons looked away from Hand with tears in her eyes, furiously wiping them away. Hand's expression softened slightly.
"The worst thing you can do right now is to underestimate Hydra. They hide in plain sight. They earn our trust, our sympathy. They make us like them. And when you hesitate, they strike. If we're to survive, we must learn to strike first."

As Hand turned her focus away from them, Emerson leaned closer to Sara.
"Is all that true?"
"If it was, we'd be dead," Sara said without blinking an eye.
"But—" The corners of Sara's lips tilted up for a moment.
"But we're still alive, aren't we?"

Skye dropped down from the ceiling into a janitor's closet. She looked up as Ward dropped down next to her. Ward cracked open the door and peered out into the hallway. IT was swarming with patrol soldiers. Ward grimaced before shutting the door.
"Damn."
"The processing center is at the end of that hall," Skye told him.

He nodded slowly before holding out his hand.
"Give me your I.C.E.R."
"What are you gonna do?"
"Pave the way for you."
"There's like a hundred guys out there." He pursed his lips together.
"Level-five-foot soldiers, basic armor package, and no other way through. The others are depending on us."
"But it's suicide!"
"Not if I don't die and if I do…"
"Hey! Slow down."

Pulling out her I.C.E.R., she handed it over to him. Ward put his hand on the door handle and sighed deeply. He turned back to her. "
If anything happens, tell Sara that Fitz has something for her."
"Are you—"
"Lock the door behind me."

Ward opened the door, bringing up both guns. He started firing, managing to take out quite a few before one of them got in close and he had to fight hand to hand. He used one body to block shots made by another couple of soldiers.

In the closet, Skye pulled the door shut, pressing her ear against the door to listen to what was happening in the hallway. There was a lot of banging and grunting. She heard more footsteps approaching and backup as far away from the door as she could get. The door opened and a very beat up Ward stood there, breathing hard.
"You should really look up the word "boring" in a dictionary."
He rolled her eyes, "You ready to hack this system?" She picked up her backpack, opening it slightly to show him the C4 inside.
"Who said anything about hacking?" Ward gave her a very small smile.

May stood in front of a screen and pointed at it.
"There. Agent Hand. Outside the east wing situation room." Coulson and Fitz walked over as Garrett saw something on the screen in front of him.
"This is definitely a situation." Fitz leaned over the monitors, trying to see if Simmons and Sara were in there.
"Are they there? We don't move until we find them."

On the screen, Hand walked with Jacobsen through a hallway.
"I'll say it again," Garrett said. "Best bet to save her, use the ventilation system to get above the sit room. Drop down using Fitz' sweet little mouse hold and put two bullets through Victoria Hand's heart."
"Well, that is an option, sir."

Rubbing at his forehead, Coulson shook his head.
"Without questioning?"
"Questioning what? Whether she wants to kill us fast or slow?"
"Last time we did that, we shot the wrong man!"
"Because she wanted us too! Phil, this is a battle for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s soul, and we're on the frontlines. History will remember us this day."
"That's right. It's for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s soul. And murder without consideration is a sure—"
""Consideration"? Consider this: she had one of my men killed with a bomb rigged to his gas pedal. The other two were floating in the hotel pool, and they weren't doing the backstroke."

Clearing her throat, May stepped closer to them.
"We can just as easily I.C.E. her."
"You don't put someone like her on the ice. She had Reyes-Fitz shot in the shoulder and Skye in the stomach! The stomach because she was curious. Mike Peterson burned alive and turned into a freak. She tortured you, using the same machine she used to brainwash that bitch in the flower dress."

Coulson's eyes widened at Garrett's words.
"And right now, she's probably doing the same to Agent Simmons and Reyes-Fitz is most likely dead due to her high position. I've considered this plenty, my friend."
"No, Sara and Simmons are fine," Fitz whispered.
"Just being realistic, kid."
"I never mentioned that part," Coulson murmured.

With a sigh, Garrett looked at the ceiling for a spilt second.
"I'm telling you, killing her quick would be a mercy." Coulson shook his head again, his voice still quiet.
"I never said Raina had been inside the machine. I only told Sara."
"Then she must have told me, or I read it in a report."
"You weren't with us."
"The point is, how many more have to suffer before Vic gets hers?"
"You showed up right after," Coulson continued.
"What in the hell are you driving at?"

May focused on Garrett and moved in closer to Coulson.
"After Skye was shot," Coulson said, "Quinn said it was so I would lead The Clairvoyant to the cure. That's exactly what I did." He gave a small gasp. "I walked you right in there with me."

Shaking his head, Garrett laughed lightly.
"Phil… look, it's been a rough day. I-I get it. But you need to take a second and…" They just stared at each other, and Garrett's shoulders sagged. He clicked his tongue, his expression almost sad.
"Damnit."

The doors burst open, and a swarm of soldiers entered.
"Freeze! Don't move! Hand's where I can see 'em!" The four of them put their hands up.
"Easy, fellas," Garrett said.
"Take Agent Garrett into custody," Coulson said. "He's the murderer they call The Clairvoyant. He's a traitor."
"Gentlemen, I know Agent Sitwell was in charge of filling your ranks, so at least a few of you know what to do in this situation."

As Garrett looked among the soldiers, Coulson looked at him with a worried look then back at the soldiers who still had their guns pointed at them.
"Anytime boys." Without hesitation, one of the soldiers opened fire, taking-out the other soldiers. Their bodies thumped to the floor until only Hydra soldiers stood standing.
"Hail Hydra," Garrett said.
"Hail Hydra!" the soldiers chanted back.

Coulson looked at Garrett in shock.
"Those three men in your unit. I guess they asked the wrong questions."
Garrett shrugged, "Until today, it was all about keeping the secret."
"Are you gonna kill us?" Fitz asked. Garrett shrugged again.
"That wasn't my plan, really."

With a sigh, he walked closer to them.
"If it was, I could've done that at any time I wanted. No, Coulson and I go way back. Back to the days when Nick Fury was teaching us tactics." He smiled at Coulson, mimicking holding a gun. "Clearing corners, slicing the pie. Remember, Phil?"
"Fury would bury you for this," Coulson snapped.

Inhaling with a hiss, Garrett nodded.
"Probably. Instead, he'll just have to roll over in his grave. He must've uncovered our secret. Top brass did what they had to do. Explains why we've suddenly come "out of the shadows". Not a minor inconvenience, I might add."
""Top brass"?" May repeated.
"Oh, my, yes. Tip-top. We had a good thing going, too. Waiving the S.H.I.E.L.D. flag as hard as we could. I guess we'll be changing colors now."
"For Hydra? You really believe all that crap, spreading death and destruction?"
Garrett grimaced, "I wouldn't say I'm a true believer. Let's just say I felt the wind changing direction and swung my sail. You really should, too."
"I would die before serving Hydra, you sick son of a bitch."

Once more, Garrett grimaced.
"I hate to tell you, but you've been serving Hydra all along." He smiled. "I guess death is only alternative. It's a sad thing, I consider you a friend. I was happy when I heard you'd made it through."
"So happy you made me tortured for three days to find out how they did it."
"I didn't enjoy that. Phil, t-this is me being honest."
"No, John. This is you being a psychopath."

With a laugh, Garrett stepped up closer to May.
"I know you'd follow him to the grave, so…" He stuck out his lower lip in a pouting face and turned towards Fitz.
"As for you, Agent Fitz, you'll hold a very high rank, run our tech division, if you volunteer."

Fitz' head was lowered, tears running down his cheeks.
"If not," Garrett continued. "You'll have no rank and a lot of pain. Of course, either way—" He bowed slightly. "Your services will be required."

Looking away for a moment to gather his strength, Fitz raised his head.
"You're gonna suffer for what you've done." He sniffed, straightening his back. "And I, I plan on being a very big part of that." Garrett laughed, clapping Fitz on the shoulder.
"I like you, kid."

Turning towards the Hydra soldiers, he gestured at the trio behind him.
"All right, let them have it." He paused, looking at Fitz. "But shoot that one in the kneecaps." He passed the line of soldiers, but an explosion rocked the base, causing him to lose his footing. The electricity blinked then went out.

Skye and Ward ducked at the intersection of a hallway, Skye covering her ears.
"Was that all of them?" Skye asked. Ward looked over his shoulder down the hallway then looked back to Skye.
"Wasn't as big as I thought—" An explosion went off very close to them and Skye screamed as Ward turned to cover her with his body.

In the confusion, Coulson found a very large wrench. He picked it up, testing the weight then dashed towards Garrett, hitting him in the face. May fought against one of the other soldiers as Fitz hid under a desk.

Garrett slammed Coulson into wall, but the other man returned the favor. May kicked a gun out of the hand of one of the soldiers and it slid on the floor, stopping beside Fitz. She took down the last soldier as Coulson continued fighting with Garrett.

Turning to assess the situation, May didn't notice as one of the downed soldiers got to his feet, pointing his gun at May. Before he could fire, Fitz shot him three times, taking him down. May looked over at Fitz, who looked horrified by what he had just done and dropped the gun.

Managing to get Garrett into a headlock, Coulson cried out in pain as Garret cut his arm. He jolted back and Garrett flipped him over his back to land at his feet. Garrett leaned down over Coulson, knife in hand, trying to stab Coulson's face. Coulson brought up his arms to hold Garrett at bay Coulson began to grunt with the strain and Garrett smiled.
"Coulson!"

Fitz held up a cylinder and Coulson narrowly caught it. May dropped to the ground as Coulson hit the cylinder on the ground. A small device flew out, hitting Garrett and blowing him off Coulson.

The doors burst open and Hand's agents, along with Hand herself, entered the room.
"Hands up! Drop your weapons! Don't move!" an Agent shouted. Simmons darted into the room, heading straight for Fitz while Sara and Trip stopped in their tracks when they saw Garrett lying on the ground.

May and Coulson raised their hands.
"I'm not Hydra," Coulson said.
"We heard… everything," Hand said. She looked over at Agent Shaw. He was pulling out a listening device from behind a pipe, showing it to Coulson.
"Who is?" Coulson asked. "How deep does it go?" Hand looked down sadly at the floor then back up to Coulson.

Groups of people were led through the halls by soldiers. Coulson, May, Fitz, and Simmons stood in a small circle as Skye joined them. At the very end of the prisoner line, Garret was being walked down, a guard on each side holding onto his arms. He passed by Trip, who was yelling loudly as Sara and Emerson tried to hold him back.

Catching sight of Sara, Ward walked over to them, placing a hand on Trip's shoulder as their former S.O. passed by with a shocked face. Ward watched in confusion, looking down at Sara. She started talking quietly as the rest of them watched. Ward shook his head multiple times as he tried to take in what Sara was telling him. He took a tiny step back as he looked back at Garrett before the man disappeared behind the corner. He turned his attention back down at Sara as she buried her head into his chest.

Inside the Control Room of The Hub, multiple video feeds played.
"Captain America has defeated the Helicarriers at the Triskelion," Hand told Coulson. "But his status is unknown."
"And S.H.I.E.L.D. has fallen," Coulson said.
"Hydra factions have taken control of our East African Headquarters and The Treehouse. And those are just the ones we know of."
"It's gonna be a scramble, a power grab."
"I'll head to The Fridge. At least that facility is secure."
"I don't need to remind you how imperative it is that it stays that way."
"And I'll find Agent Garrett the smallest, darkest cell in The Icebox."

From the doorway, Ward spoke up.
"I'd like to turn the key on that cell myself… if you don't mind, sir." Coulson turned to look at him. "He was my S.O." He walked deeper into the room. "I feel I… I should have known. It was my duty to—"
"No one knew," Coulson said. "I didn't know. That's how he beat us, by being a friend."
"I spent years with that bastard."

Shaking his head, Ward sighed in disgust. His voice broke when he spoke away.
"I looked up to him." Hand nodded her head in understanding. "I want to see him suffer."
"Well, I don't mind the company and I can always use a man of your skills. Pack anything you need." Ward nodded, strolling out of the room as she addressed Coulson. "Pick up pieces here at The Hub if you can, and uh…" She passed him a cellphone. "Only communicate using one of these."

Reaching forward, Coulson took the phone from her.
"You, Reyes-Fitz, and I may be the highest ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who aren't Hydra or dead… No that it means anything now. All we have is each other. So, stay in touch, Agent Coulson." She held out her hand and she shook it.
"I guess you can… call me Phil." She scoffed and smiled a bit, but it dropped of her face fast. She started walking away, leaving Coulson alone in the room.

Sara stood beside Ward as he shouldered a black bag.
"Do you have to go?" she asked quietly. Ward leaned down, pressing his lips against the top of her head.
"I'll be back soon."
She sighed, "I'll miss you." He pulled closer against him, hand against her hip in a protective way as Trip and Emerson walked over to them.
"Gonna be gone long?" Trip asked.
"Hopefully not," Ward said before looking at Emerson.
"Good to see you again, Agent Azeri."
"Hello Ward," Emerson greeted.

Even though she was tucked tightly under Ward's arm, Sara stiffened as Garrett appeared, being led by Jacobson and Shaw. Hand beckoned to Ward, and he shifted the bag on his arm. He squeezed Sara tightly once more before following the group.

Emerson looked at her friend, running a hand against her forehead.
"I don't know how you do it, Sara. I can't imagine having to say goodbye all the time. Especially on things like this."
"You did the right thing," Sara muttered. "Keeping people at bay is better than getting attached." Emerson sighed, wrapping an arm around Sara's shoulders.
"Come on, let's go find Fitz-Simmons."

The team stood in their destroyed plane, all in various phases of disbelief.
"It's all gone," Skye murmured.
"In pieces, at least," Simmons said. Coulson walked down the spiral staircase, wearing a clean new suit.
"Skye, try to restore some of the firmware in the plane's system. Fitz-Simmons, get a crew together. Help May patch the holes."
"You still want me onboard?" May asked.
"You're not a friend," Coulson said, making her frown. "But I do believe you're an ally. We need all the allies we can get." He walked away from her.
"What are we planning to do next?"
"Survive."

Coulson walked away from her, looking at Emerson and Trip.
"We've got room on the team if you want to tag along," he told them. Trip looked past him at Simmons before nodding in agreement. Emerson, however, shook her head.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gone so back to the hospital I go. Good luck to you all."

Holding out his hand, Coulson wished her well. She slipped a business card into his hand. It had a single line of numbers, too long to be a normal phone number.
"If you never need help," she said.
"Thank you, Agent Azeri."
"No, thank you, Agent Coulson."

Inside a plane, Garrett saw beside Agent Shaw on one side of the plane while Ward sat at the other. Hand stood beside Ward as Jacobson entered from the cockpit.
"Course is locked, ma'am," Jacobson said.
"Good," Hand said.

As Jacobson sat down in the empty seat beside Garrett, Hand looked to Ward.
"He's not telling stories now, is he?" Ward looked from her to Garrett with anger on his face. "You know what I'm thinking, Agent Garrett?" Hand asked.

Not taking the bait, Garrett kept his head down.
"I'm thinking The Icebox of The Fridge is a little too comfortable for you. Maybe we should put you a little deeper underground." That caught his attention, and he looked up at her as she turned her attention to Ward.
"What do you think, Agent Ward? You shot the wrong Clairvoyant before, care to shoot the right one?"

Ward looked up at her, then over to Garrett. He stood, pulling out his gun. He unlatched mag to check it then slide it back in. While Hand stared at Garrett, Ward cocked the gun, readying to fire. Ward lifted his gun up and shot Agent Shaw in the head. He quickly followed that by shooting Agent Jacobson in the head as well.

Hand looked at Ward with shock and he shot her in the stomach, she fell to the floor, groaning weakly. Ward took a step closer to her, firing two rounds into her body, all while showing no emotion. Garrett looked up from Hand to Ward and smiled. Ward didn't return the smile, but he nodded at Garrett.

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