Episode 10: The Bridge
Part One

Inside Havenworth Federal Penitentiary, a man sat at a table, eating his lunch alone. Another prisoner walked over, setting down his tray. The man stopped chewing and looked at the tray, but not at the man who was about to sit down.
"That seat is taken," the man said.

Slowly, his eyes traveled up to the prisoner. The prisoner scoffed a bit, picking up his tray before walking away. The man went back to eating his lunch, waiting intently for something that was to happen.

Suddenly, a man fell from the ceiling. He landed on his knees, fist to the ground. On his forearm was a Centipede device. The other prisoners in the room scattered and the guards came to deal with the threat.
"Perimeter breach, quad four! Three guys just crashed into the prison!"

One of the soldiers hit one of the guards in the chest, sending him flying backward from the impact. The prisoner just calmly continued eating his lunch as the others were quickly disposed. One of the soldiers walked up, addressing him directly.
"It's time to go!"

A guard walked up to intercept the Centipede Solider. The Solider grabbed the man's chest, flipping him around with no problem. Ropes dropped from the celling as the Centipede Solider looked at the man.
"Sir," the man said.
"Excuse me?" the Solider asked, cocking his head in confusion.
"Time to go, sir."
"It's time to go… sir!"

The man wiped his mouth, standing from the table. Three Centipede Soldiers attached themselves to the ropes from the ceiling and ascended upwards and out of the prison.

Skye sat inside her bunk, clocking keys on her laptop, looking at profiles of people. Coulson knocked on the door before pushing it open.
"Mission briefing in five minutes," he informed her.
"Okay," Skye said distractedly. Coulson stepped into the bunk, looking down at her laptop.
"Kathrine Shane?" he questioned, seeing a profile of a female S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
"Do you know her?" Skye asked. He shrugged.
"We ran a few ops together in the 90s. Smart, resourceful. Had a soft spot for Truffaut movies."
"Easy there, charm school," Skye teased. "According to these files Agent Shane could be my mom." She looked up at him with a smile and he sighed.
"Even if Shane was the agent who dropped you off at the orphanage, it doesn't mean she's your mother."

She nodded in understanding.
"I started looking into all the female agents active when I was born. Needle, haystack, I know. But then I factored in age and marital statues and then I built a program to narrow down the field."
"You're still looking at a long road," he cautioned.
"Well, it would be a lot shorter if I could access more files. Maybe you could remove my internet nanny?"

Coulson just stared at her and she lifted her hand, reveling her black bracelet.
"I got that," Coulson said.
"So, you'll take it off?"
"No. But I asked May to look into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s more restricted files."
"I was kind of hoping to keep this private."
"Agent May specialized in private." He nodded his head to Skye then turned to walk out of the room. "Let's go."

In the cargo hold, Sara and Ward were sparring, May watching with an amused expression. Although she was much smaller, Sara was keeping up evenly with Ward. She managed to over-power him for a spilt second, knocking his lets out from under him.

Falling onto his back, Ward grabbed her arm as he went, pulling her on top of him. He smirked at her as she squeaked, hair falling into his face.
"Nice feint," he murmured.
"I know you pretty well," she whispered against his lips. "You happen to favor your left… you should work on that."

Ward was about to kiss her when May called to them.
"Not here," she said as Coulson walked out onto the catwalk.
"Towel down," he ordered them. "I need you all in the Command Center in five." He turned and walked away, leaving the trio below giving each other worried looks.

The team gathered around the Command Center as Coulson went through his briefing. The screens were showing camera footage of Soldiers breaking into the prison.
"At 0-800 hours, three men infiltrated the Havenworth federal penitentiary."
"Infiltrated?" Skye asked. "More like cannonballed."
"They were in and out in less than two minutes. Left no prints at the scene, but we do have one lead…"

Waving his hand over the holocom, Coulson brought up a picture of one of the soldier's wrists.
"Centipede," Ward murmured, seeing the device attached to the man's wrist.
"It seems they salvaged some of their research from Hong Kong," Coulson said.
"So, we were right," Simmons said. "Chan's platelets solved their combustion problem. Now they can create super soldiers with no fear of explosion." She seemed happy until Sara chided her.
"Maybe don't get so excited about it."
"Two of Centipede's labs have been destroyed," Coulson said. "But they keep popping back up. Now they have at least three of these guys, maybe more."
"Who did they break out?" May asked.
"Edison Po, former Marine, expert in tactics and rapid response."

With a wave of his hand, Po's information was pulled up onto the big monitor. Sara started swiping through it as Coulson continued talking.
"He fell off the grid in '08, reappeared 18 months ago at a diner in Boston."
"Where he stabbed a friend's eye out," Sara remarked. "With a steak knife, then finished his meal."
"That's funny, Po doesn't look crazy," Skye said.

The entire group turned to look at her and her shoulders rose in self-defense.
"I'm kidding. They guy is a walking mug shot." Sara rolled her eyes at the young woman's attempt at humor.
"Finding Po and these Centipede Soldiers are top notch priority for S.H.I.E.L.D." Coulson said.
"We're running point?" Sara asked. "
Yes, but we won't be working alone."
"What team did HQ send for backup?" asked Ward, slinging an arm around Sara's shoulders.
"Not a team, a person. Someone who can help us fight fire with fire."
"Somebody we've worked with before?" Skye questioned.
"Not exactly."

Sara sat in the lab, watching as Mike Peterson climbed out of a black SUV. She didn't think it was smart to bring him aboard and everyone knew it.
"The guy is a ticking time bomb, literally," Ward snapped at Fitz-Simmons. He too wasn't pleased with the new developments. Sara knew he was watching her closely; nervous she'd get hurt or spiral into a panic attack like before.

Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around his middle, forehead resting against his back.
"HQ wouldn't have sent him if he was still combustible," Fitz reasoned. "They must've found a way to stabilize him somehow."
"They stabilize his attitude?" Ward shot back. "Because he was pretty hostile in Union Station."
"Well, it's not like we haven't opened up your doors to other people," Simmons said. "People with questionable track records."

A slightly hurt scoff left Skye's lips.
"Not cool… but true. And don't worry about Mike, He's a good guy."
"Who's been in the Centipede program," Simmons reminded her.
"Exactly. He can give us some superpower back up."
"Yeah," Simmons muttered.
"I'm just saying," Ward grumbled. "This could easily go sideways."

Hearing footsteps, Sara turned her head and saw Coulson and Mike walking towards them. She cleared her throat, sitting up straighter. Ward didn't pay any attention to her.
"I mean, the last time we saw this guy, he was a raging homicidal maniac—" His words were cut off with a small yelp as Sara painfully gripped his wrist. "Damnit Sar… he's standing right behind me, isn't he?"
"Mr. Peterson, this is Agent Grant Ward," Coulson introduced. "And Agent Sara Reyes-Fitz… she's the one who shot you at Union Station." She gave the man a tiny wave as Ward wrapped a protective arm around her.

Pointing at Fitz-Simmons, Coulson made quick introductions before Skye jumped forward. Mike grinned at her.
"You joined S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"Yeah. Turns out, guys in suits, not so bad." Mike nodded before looking at the other agents.
"Look, I know Union Station could have gone another way. Another team might not have let me out of there alive. I owe you, all of you." Skye asked him about his son as Coulson walked over to the holocom where Sara was sitting.

She went to hop off the holocom table and Ward caught her, bringing her as close to his side as he could. She knew he was watching Mike. Neither of them trusted him and that was saying a lot, especially since Sara normally trusted people without problem. She glanced up at him, silently asking if he was all right. He didn't answer, but the arm around her waist tightened when Mike came closer to the holocom.
"Anything on the Centipede soldiers?" Coulson asked.
"We found a facial recognition match on one of them," Sara answered.

Leaning forward, Ward hit a button on the holocom, bringing up the information on the big monitor, making everyone turn slightly to look at it.
"Name's Brian Hayward," Ward said. "Stationed in Afghanistan for three years, then fell off the radar when he got back."
"Only living relative – sister, Laura, sophomore at the University of Ohio," Sara added.
"She's our best shot at finding Hayward," Coulson said.
"Ward and I will go talk to her. Have May set a course for Cleveland."

Sara was quieter than usual, everyone could tell. She saw the concerned looks that Fitz gave Ward, heard the continual motherly questions from May. Even Ward was more concerned for her than was usual. He knew she could protect herself and they weren't an overly touchy-feely couple, but recently he started making sure he was beside her, or their hands were interlocked, or he had his arm around her waist.

But she was all right… well, in her own eyes. She was quiet, yes, but not because anything was wrong, but because she just felt like it. She wasn't a naturally outgoing person, and she was tired. Tired of her job, tired of the endless tirade of missions they went on. God, she just wanted a day off. But here they were, working with a man who could explode if anything went wrong, chasing after a lunatic broken out of prison. Just like every other day. It was times like this that she wished she had retired from S.H.I.E.L.D. But she couldn't then, and she couldn't now.

Especially since she was keeping a careful eye on Mike as Simmons conducted a physical. The scientist had some strange fascination with the man, and it was strange to Sara and equally as strange to Fitz.
"You do know we have equipment that can take measurements," he cut in. "No need to do it manually."

Awkwardly, Simmons chuckled, stepping away from Mike.
"My mistake. Well, no matter. I'll send the numbers to you straight away, Fitz." Fitz looked at Mike.
"I need measurements to build you a diagnostic suit, so we can monitor your vitals in the field." Mike nodded in understanding and Fitz kept talking. "As for fabrics, how does a polymer blend with 10 layers of treated composite material sound?"
"Sounds… great?"
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it!" Fitz said excitedly. He spun around to look at his sister. "Doesn't it sound great, Sara?"
"Of course, Fitz," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

Satisfied with her answer, Fitz turned back to Mike. He looked down at the man's arm, then grew sheepish.
"Sorry. I was… I was just looking at it and…"
"Oh, no, it's okay, Mike said. He lifted his arm to give Fitz a better look. "They tried to take it off me at the sci-ops facility. Realized they couldn't do it without killing me." Fitz reached out a finger to lightly touch the device.
"I'm afraid we're terribly curious," Simmons murmured, walking closer. She raised her voice just a bit when she asked her next question. "How did they stabilize the Extremis in you?"
"And keep you from exploding?" Fitz added.
"Oh, that wasn't them."

Looking over his shoulder, Mike gave Sara a tentative smile.
"That was you."
"How's that?" she asked, doubt clouding her voice.
"Your gun. It somehow froze me, right as I was about to explode. Helped my body absorb the serum, stabilize. Your weapon saved my life." Simmons grinned brightly as Sara looked away. Shooting him but saving him… seemed like mixed messages.

Her phone rang and she pulled it out of her pocket. She smiled at Ward's contact before picking it up.
"Hey."
"Psychology of Women: Unraveling the Female Psyche," he said.
"What?" said, smiling more brightly.
"It's a course that Hayward's sister is taking right now." She heard Coulson's voice over the phone.
"We'll be at the school in ten, Sara. We'll catch her on our way out."
"Sounds good. Be safe."
"Aren't we always?" Ward teased. She laughed as he hung up.

Coulson shook his head as Ward hung up with Sara.
"A whole class… on women. Time was, you just had to figure them out. Solving the puzzle was half the fun."
"You solve a lot of puzzles in your day?" Ward questioned.
Coulson grinned, "A few. Some more worth it than others. One was… especially rewarding."
"What happened?"

His question made Coulson's expression drop.
"I died."
"Oh… I guess she wasn't Level 7 sir?"
"She was a cellist, second chair, Portland Symphony. Saw her play whenever I was in town. Ever see a beautiful women play the cello?"
"No, but I've seen one play a guitar."
"Well, a cello is something else. She laughed at my jokes, too, which was a very nice bonus."
"You know where she is now?"

Scoffing, Coulson nodded.
"Of course, I do."
"I'm sorry, sir."
Coulson shrugged, "I was gone for months. The Avengers thought I was dead, so I had to keep that up. S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol. It's probably better this way."
"Maybe if she'd been part of the agency…"
"In my experience, that's just asking for trouble."

Ward ignored the gut feeling he got when Coulson finished. Was the man referring to Ward's own relationship with one of the best agents S.H.I.E.L.D. had? Or was it merely coincidence? Ward knew Coulson wasn't completely on board with the fact that two of his team members were together….
"Sir?" he questioned.
Coulson shook his head, "It's nothing, Ward. Nothing at all."

With a yawn, Skye pulled a flash drive out from her laptop as May walked over to her.
"Hey!" Skye greeted cheerfully. "Coulson told me you were helping to, you know, find my long-lost folks, so thanks. I'm glad you're in on this with me. It means a lot."

May just stared at her, silent.
"Right," Skye nodded slowly. "I can tell you're really into this. Um, I've done a lot of heavy lifting already, came up with a short list. I thought you might—"
"We're on a mission, Skye. Is this why you called me here?"
"No. I was just working on this while I waited for you. Uh, I called because I found something about Po." May's expression grew stern.
"Show me."

Calling for Sara, May led the way to the planning center. Skye pulled up footage from the prison as Sara walked into the room.
"Po only had one visitor during his prison stint," Skye said."Her. You notice the outfit? Miles said a girl in a flower dress asked him to hack S.H.I.E.L.D., this could be the same girl."
"Can we hear the conversation?" May questioned.
"That's the bummer, there's no audio."

Shaking her head, Sara leaned forward, pressing a few buttons.
"Skye, haven't you learned yet? S.H.I.E.L.D. has a lip-reading program." Skye's eyes went wide.
"Seriously?"
Sara nodded, "It only works if they're looking at the camera."
"Only Po does."
"Then the program probably caught something."

Hitting a button, the camera zoomed in on Po's mouth and a robotic voice came through the intercoms.
"The Clairvoyant does not like to be touched."
"The Clairvoyant?" May questioned. Skye looked at May and Sara.
"Does that mean anything to you?" Both women shook their heads.
"But it means something to them," May said.
"To Po and whoever that woman is."
"Her name's Rania."

Sara startled, spinning around where Mike stood in the doorway.
"You know her?" Skye asked as Sara tried to rest her beating heart.
"Yeah, she recruited me for Centipede. Came up to me in the hospital where I did my back therapy, out of the blue. Told me she could change my life."
"Did she?" Sara asked. Mike didn't answer, his eyes lowering to the device on his arm.

Rania strolled towards Po, wearing a black and blue flowered dress. She had a happy smile on her face as she stopped in front of the man. She gave him a small twirl so he can see her dress. He gave her a little chuckle before taking another bite of his dinner.
"Nice to cut my own meat again," he told her.
"The steak was to your liking?" Rania questioned.
"Overcooked, and the ambiance…" He looked around the large factory.
"We're not here for the décor," Rania reminded him.

With a nod, he stood as she continued.
"We've stabilized the serum, added the implant and now we need the Clairvoyant's help in finding the key to Stage Three." Po nodded again, gesturing for her to walk with him through the factory.
"I've asked before," he said quietly. "The Clairvoyant has trouble seeing the man you're looking for and his weaknesses. I don't mean to upset you, it's the way of things."
"That is what's upsetting me," Raina told him.

Coming to a slow, Rania hit a button on the tablet she had been carrying. She showed Po a picture of Coulson, May and the others running out of the lab in Hong Kong.
"This S.H.I.E.L.D. team has destroyed two of our operations. We move every few day snow to be safe." She looked over to a trio of centipede soldiers sitting in chairs as a lab tech worked around them. "Which causes challenges for our maintenance problems. We can't overstate the toll this takes on our soldiers. They're drained after every mission."

One of the soldiers looked catatonic, using all his strength to turn his head and look at the lab tech, another seemed more coherent as he sipped on a amber-colored liquid. The last one had his shirt off, the lab tech injecting him with something near his Centipede device.
"Our men need regular injections, constant upkeep. Difficult when S.H.I.E.L.D. has us on the run." Po shrugged slightly.
"Then it's time to stop running."

The shirtless soldier stood, pulling on his shirt. He was careful with the several Centipede devices running all over his body. It was a new experiment, pumping more and more into each new victim. He was taking it well, but only time would tell how well he continued taking it. It worried Raina. She liked this one.

Coulson leaned against Lola, looking at his tablet as several university students gawked at the car. Skye was talking through his ear as he swiped through pictures of the girl in the flower dress.
"We're running her through our systems. Maybe we can get an ID, but we're guessing that she's centipede's recruiter and Po was her latest recruit."
"Three super soldiers dive bomb a prison, pluck him out?" Coulson said. "He's her number one draft pick."
"But why him?"
"Centipede's making more soldiers… maybe they want Po to coordinate them, lead them."
"His background's tactical strategy, he fits the bill," May said.

Still listening to them, Coulson looked over at War, who stood by a kiosk, looking at the flyers posted all around.
"So, these guys have super soldiers, an expect military strategist…" Skye was saying. "… and a clairvoyant who can see the future. Anyone else thinking about switching teams?"
"They couldn't have a psychic," Sara said. Her voice was muffled for Coulson, so she wasn't as close to the mic as the other two women.
"There are none on The Index, they're a myth."
"So was Thor," Skye shot back.
"Maybe it's an alias?" Coulson suggested. "Run it through our database and see if anything pops up… Ward is approaching Hayward's sister now."
"If he flirts with her—" Sara let her words trail off and Coulson smirked.

Ward had heard Sara through his comms and struggled to keep from mumbling something under his breath in response. He approached Laura Hayward, a pretend smile toying on his face.
"Laura Hayward?" She smiled at him.
"That's me."
"Sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me out."
"I hope so, too," she smirked, eyes shamelessly looking him up and down.
"I'm looking for your brother, Brian. Have you seen him lately?"

His question immediately made her go on the defensive.
"I'm—I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Ah," Ward nodded. He reached into his coat and pulled out a business card. "Dan Filch, Ohio State Gaming Commission. We're trying to contact Brian to tell him the good news." Laura laughed.
"He won the lottery?"
"Yep, fifty-thousand."

The woman stared at him in shock.
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm."
"And you're looking for him?" she sounded doubtful. "Don't you guys want to keep the money?"
"Sure, but we have to at least try to contact the winners before the ticket expires. Your brother's does in six days, so if you know where he is—" She cut him off.
"I don't. Sorry, we're not close. I haven't spoken to him since he got back from Afghanistan."
"Well, now you have a reason too," he shrugged. "Fifty-thousand reasons. So let us know if you hear from him." He handed her the business card, and she took it from him.
"I will."

Walking away from Laura, Ward climbed into the passenger side of Lola, speaking to Coulson.
"Not sure why you wanted to go with the lottery story, sir. It's a tough sell."
"Exactly. Nothing makes people more suspicious than a handsome man offering them free money."

The tablet Coulson had been holding began to beep rapidly.
"She's making the call now," he told Ward. They couldn't hear what she was saying, but within a few minutes, the tablet pinged on Brian's location.
"Is he local?" Ward asked. Coulson shook his head.
"No. He's in Oakland, California." He climbed into Lola, put on his sunglasses, and drove away.

Skye knocked on the holding cell door and pushed it open when Mike answered. She grinned, looking around.
"Oh, it almost looks homey." They both laughed as she closed the door. Mike started to put a picture into his wallet. "Is that Ace?" Skye questioned. He held it out to him. "What a cutie." Mike laughed lightly. "He must be so proud of you, his dad working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Which he can't know with everything being classified."

When Mike reached for the picture, Skye gave it to him.
"That's all right," Mike shrugged. "He knows I'm working." He looked at the photo. "Called him on his birthday and gave him all the "Heroes of New York" action figures."
She laughed, "Nice… are you two close?"
"We're a team. I'd do anything for this little guy."
"That's got to be the best feeling. Son, looking up to you who wants to grow up to be just like you."
"Yeah. Looks like he's growing fast, though."

Skye went to say something, but the door opened. She looked over to see Coulson walking into the room, holding a dark bundle of fabric.
"You said you wanted your shot," Coulson said. He held the bundle out to Mike. "Here it is." Mike quickly stepped forward, taking the bundle out of his hands.
"I won't let you down," he promised. Skye gave Mike a small congratulatory clap on the back before following Coulson out of the holding cell.

Sara walked quizzically around Mike, making occasional notes on her tablet. She and Fitz-Simmons had designed the suit, but she didn't believe they had spent enough time on it.
"I think it's quite smart," Simmons told Mike.
"How does it feel?" Sara asked.
"Feels good, comfortable," Mike answered.
"Can you flex for me?" Sara asked. "How do you elbows feel?"

Her boyfriend shot her a glare, one she purposefully ignored.
"Having powers is cheating," Ward remarked. "But the suit's pretty cool."
"It's perfect for an array of tactical missions," Fitz told him.
"Yeah," Simmons agreed. "It also measures your heart rate, systolic pressure, and glucose levels."
"All while providing state of the art ballistic protection," Fitz added.
"Yeah," Simmons said again, a dreamy look on her face.
"Thanks," Mike told the trio of scientists.
"Oh, no, thank you," said Simmons.
Fitz nodded, "We've never been so proud."

Rolling her eyes, Sara exchanged a look with Ward. He was about to say something when Coulson spoke, coming into the lab.
"Hayward's cellphone has been traced to an abandoned factory about eight miles from here."

Hitting a button on his tablet, he brought up an overhead view of the factor.
"Probably Centipede's new lab," Ward mused.
"It certainly has been their MO," Coulson said. "We destroy one factory, they set up another, putting up back to square one. This time, I want answers."
"Means we got in quiet," May told them. "Do minimal damage to the facility and the people inside."

Coulson began giving out orders.
"Ward, May, Sara, you'll go in through the west entrance. Mr. Peterson and I will enter through the loading dock." He looked to Fitz-Simmons and Skye. "You'll run the back in from the outside."
"We're doing this just us?" Skye questioned. "We've been playing whack-a-mole with these guys since Ward first picked me out of my wan. Shouldn't big S.H.I.E.L.D. be sending backup?"
"Trust me, they already did," Coulson said, looking to Mike.
"Let's move," May commanded. Fitz clapped Mike on the shoulder.
"No pressure," he said cheerfully.

Coulson and Mike walked through a seemingly empty warehouse. It was dark and dusty.
"Are we alone here?" Coulson asked.
"It appears so," Simmons' voice buzzed through his earpiece. "The only heat signatures we're reading are yours."
"But there's a weird electronic signal," Skye cut in. "I'm trying to isolate it."

From the other side of the factory, Sara kept her gun held high as she followed Ward and May.
"Place looks emptied out," Ward said. He touched his earpiece to speak to the others. "Think we're too late?"
"Fitz, dial Hayward's number," Coulson said. "Find out."

A few moments later, Sara heard an explosion.
"Uh, sir, you've got company!" Fitz said.
"Yeah, we do," Coulson grunted. Ward and May started running, Sara trailing after. A shipping container behind her burst open and she spun around, firing her gun, but missed. The man threw a punch at her, but she ducked away. She caught sight of Ward taking a punch for May and would have laughed if she wasn't busy trying to aim at the solider trying to kill her.

Sara managed to shoot the man, but it didn't do anything. He merely shook off the effects of the neutralizer gun. She fired again, but missed and the solider reached her, smacking her hard against the face. She dropped to the ground, feeling blood drip down her lip.

Before the solider could get her again, Sara rolled out of the way, blocking as many of his hits as she could. Managing to get to her feet, Sara sprinted through the warehouse, the solider behind her. She skidded to a stop when she saw a metal rebar sticking out of Mike's gut.
"Heart rate's plummeting," Fitz' voice buzzed through her comms.
"His systolic and diastolic pressures are dropping," Simmons added.

The soldier behind Sara went to reach for her, but she dodged at the last second, using the nearby wall as a push off. She managed to get her legs wrapped around his neck, trying to cut off his oxygen. He struggled against her but couldn't get her off of him.
"Just fall down," she grunted.

When the solider dropped to the ground, she kicked him slightly to make sure he was down before hurrying over to Mike and Coulson. They were surrounded by three soldiers, one of which, Hayward, was holding onto the rebar. She lifted her pistol and let off three shots at the leader, who startled just enough for Mike to take over.

Using the rebar, which had previously been lodged in his stomach, Mike knocked the Hayward down. The other two soldiers took off running and Sara debated following after but decided against it. She knelt in beside Hayward as Coulson started barking out questions.
"Who's behind Centipede? Who's doing this?" Hayward spoke, but not to Coulson.
"I won't say anything. I promise… No! Please! Don't do th—"

Sara jerked back at the sound of a small blown circuit. Hayward's eyes went white, and he died.
"Oh my god," she whispered, staring at his milky eyes.

In the backseat of a car, Raina hit a button on her tablet, rewinding the feed from Hayward's eye. She got a closer look on Coulson and Mike. "That's Mike Peterson," Raina told Po. "He hasn't been injected with the serum in a while, but he still has his powers." Po grinned at him. "No. What he has is your key to stage three."