Episode 12: Seeds
Part One

A girl walked down a hallway, fretting over her schoolwork.
"I completely blew the question on Von Neumann's Entropy. Freaking thermodynamics." She walked with her friends into an indoor pool.
"The test is over, Callie," a boy told her. "Just let it go."
She huffed, "Yeah, that's easy for you to say. You probably aced it."

He turned around, walking backwards to face her.
"What you need is a little distraction." He took off his shirt and got closer to the poor. Callie rolled her eyes, holding up her beer.
"This will distract me just fine." He shrugged as another girl took her shirt off as well.
"All right," he shrugged as another young teen boy sat off to the side. "Suit yourself."

Spinning around, he jumped into the pool as the other girl removed her shorts. He cheered as the other girl joined him.
"Come on, Callie! Live a little? The water's great." The second girl grinned. "What are you waiting for?"
"Callie, relax!"
"Yes! We've earned this!"

Callie took off her jacket as the other boy started packing up his things.
"Come on! Time to have some fun, Callie!"
"Come on! Take it off!" Callie laughed as she began to lift her shirt. She paused, catching sight of something.

At the far edge of the pool, the water started to freeze over. It moved rapidly toward the two swimming.
"Guys… get out." Frost was forming all around the edges of the pool.
"They can't bust us for coming in here!" the first boy said.

The two in the water heard the noises of the water freezing and turned to watch it happening as it came for them.
"What the…"
"Get out now!" Callie shouted. The two started swimming as fast as they could away from the ice.

The boy who had been leaving paused at the door and turned to watch. Callie managed to help the girl out of the pool, but the first boy wasn't so lucky, the ice was forming around his right leg.
"No! Get it off me! Aah!"
"No, get it off!"

Looking around, the second boy grabbed a large net that was on a pole.
"Seth, pull!" Callie cried.
"I'm trying!" Seth said. "I'm losing feeling in my leg!" The girls tried to pull Seth out as the other boy ran over. "Get it off me!" Seth shouted.

Using the pointy end of the next to try and stab at the ice to break it apart. Finally, the second boy seemed to hit in a good spot and Seth's leg was freed. Seth looked at the second boy as he threw the next aside. The girls helped Seth to stand up and put a robe around his shoulders.

Fitz poured tea while Simmons spoke, looking to Sara, Skye, and Ward.
"There is nothing more unsettling, being a part of something so horrible, completely unaware." She sighed as Sara took a mug from Fitz. "A cadet could have died."

Her lab partner nodded.
"We drew up those concepts years ago. We didn't know they'd be applied in that way."
"Is this the deice they found in the frozen pool?" Skye asked, looking at the device on the monitor. Ward nodded as Skye corrected her words. "Correction: the instantly frozen indoor pool."
"It seems like it was planted in the filter days before," Ward said. "Like someone was waiting for those specific cadets."

Using a tablet, Ward enlarged the picture. Sara leaned back in her seat, sipping on her tea.
"Well, as far as they can tell, the device uses a crystalline nucleation process Simmons and I designed, and a delivery mechanism Fitz invented."
Simmons nodded, "That's why we're being asked to consult on the investigation."

Skye perked up. "So, we're going to the Academy?"
"Science and technology division," Ward answered. "Cadets are pretty shaken up over what happened. Agent Weaver asked if Fitz-Simmons and Sara could speak to the student body about potentiality to calm them down."
"Of course, the talk," Sara deadpanned. "We've all heard the talk."
"I haven't," Skye said.
"You will," Ward told her.
"Well, I've heard a lot about the Academy. I'm excited to finally see it."
"Me too," Ward asked. "Never been to Sci-Tech before."
"Never?" Skye's eyes widened in surprise.

She glanced at the others, not seeing the same surprise on their faces.
"Huh. The different S.H.I.E.L.D. Academies don't interact?" Fitz scoffed as Ward spoke.
"Not much." Simmons also scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Academy of Communication does, but they're the biggest and focused on data analysis."
"Boring," Fitz muttered.
"It's the easiest to get into," Simmons said.
"That's where you'd be, Skye," Sara told her. "
Thanks…"

Ward leaned forward, resting his hands on the table.
"Operations is the most aggressive program. More people wash out of operations than the other academies."
"So… which one's the hardest to get into?" Skye asked. Simmons looked to Ward, giving him a smile.
Skye smirked, "I'm picking up on the rivalry between sciences and operations."
"Yep," Sara mumbled darkly. "It's a pain in my arse."

Seeing May walking past, Skye directed her next question to her.
"Are you and Coulson past all that or you gonna help Ward steal their mascot?" May shook her head.
"We're not going. After we drop you off, Coulson and I have other matters to attend too." At her words, Sara pushed off the wall, following May out of the room.

Once they left, Skye lowered her voice and walked closer to Fitz-Simmons. Ward also walked closer.
"Coulson hasn't come out of his office in a while. Do you think he's all right?" Skye asked.
Ward nodded, "We saw him at a low. It's not easy for anybody. But Coulson's as tough as they come. He'll be good. Just give him time. And while he takes that time, it's on us to figure out what's going on at the Academy." They all agreed then broke apart their little meeting.

The group stood outside the Science and Technology Division building.
"This was the SSR before S.H.I.E.L.D. was even founded," Simmons was saying. ""SSR" stands for –"
"Strategic Scientific Reserve," Skye interrupted. "I know. Is this where you got all your PhDs?" Simmons shook her head.
"Nope. You need at least one to get through the door."

Sara looked at Ward, a playful smile on her lips.
"Is science and technology what you imagined, Agent Ward?"
"Yep," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"No uniforms, no rope courses, no defined muscularity on anyone."
"No marching in place," she added. "No IQs in the double digits." He gave her a mock offended look.
"But you love me," he teased. She shrugged in agreement.

As an older woman walked up to them with a smile, Sara pulled away from Ward, putting her arms around her back in a defensive position.
"There they are," the woman said. "So good to see you." Simmons gave her a warm smile.
"You look as lovely as ever." Fitz reached out to shake the woman's hand.
"I concur."
"Thank you."

The woman looked over at the other three.
"Agent Reyes-Fitz, pleasure to see you again."
"Likewise, Agent Weaver," Sara said stiffly. She hadn't been accepted into the program with open arms. She was an operative, they were scientists, she had broken the system when she became both.

Weaver looked to Ward, extending her hand to him.
"Agent Ward. Pleasure to have you, sir."
"Agent Weaver," Ward greeted, shaking her hand. "Is there a list of suspects?" The senior agent nodded.
"Based on the level of intelligence it would take to put a device together like the one we found, we've narrowed it down to the top 10% of our cadets. I'm worried there's a bad seed."

Trying to be a good S.O., Ward leaned in towards Skye.
"Ops and Sciences have differences, but both have to be careful about what we call "bad seeds". People who want to use the tools we give them for –"
""Bad seed" isn't a S.H.I.E.L.D. term, Ward, just a term."

He gave her his blank stoic face as she gave him a little grin, matching Weaver's amused expression. Rolling his eyes at his student, Ward looked back to Weaver.
"I know you've already questioned the victim, but I have a few questions I'd like to ask him myself."
She nodded, "I'll arrange for you to talk to Seth Dormer when he's out of class. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd better get Agents Fitz, Simmons, and Reyes-Fitz settled into the lecture hall."

The trio followed Weaver, leaving the other two behind. They were soon surrounded by other cadets. Sara sent Ward a grim look over her shoulder before engaging with one of the cadets.
"Look at them, the popular kids," Skye remarked.
"Who knew?"
"I did," Ward said, watching Sara disappear.

Shaking his head, he turned to Skye. "
Come on. While we have a minute, there's something Sara said you'll want to see." He started off in the opposite direction of the scientists. Skye gave his back a questioning look, then followed after.

They walked inside of the main buildings and Ward stopped in front of a large plaque in the center of the room. She looked at it in awe.
"The Wall of Valor." He looked down at her.
"So, you've read about it."
"Every S.H.I.E.L.D. facility has a memorial to the agents lost in the line of duty."

She walked closer to it, looking at the names.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s history can be traced on walls like this." Reaching out, she lightly touched one of the names.
""Bucky" Barnes."
"Puts it in perspective, what we do."
"Must make you guys proud," she mused. "All this history. Just wish I was a part of it."

Ward took in her words as she turned to look at him.
"It's not self-pity," she said quickly. "I'm just saying everyone here has earned this. They deserve it. I hacked my way in." Ward shook his head.
"All you need is a dedication to the greater good. Coulson saw that in you the moment he met you."

In the Bus, May entered Coulson's office. He sat with his back to her, flipping through the papers as she let out a sigh.
"You have got to put that away."
"How can I? You read it."
"And you haven't stopped reading it." He rubbed at his forehead.
"I just can't get my head around it. I remember what happened, the pain, but I also remember Tahiti. It's –"
"What's in that file, it's the truth," May said firmly.

She walked to stand in front of him and he finally looked up at her.
"Says who?" he challenged.
"Director Fury."
He frowned, "If I hadn't asked, he'd have kept it from me, kept me from knowing." She raised an eyebrow.
"And now that you know, you feel better?"

Coulson merely stared at her instead of answering.
"Put it away." He closed the binder and stood up with a sigh.
"You want to tell me why we're flying to Mexico City?"
She shrugged, "To get your head working on something else. I've been looking into Skye's past, like you asked, into the agent who dropped her off at the orphanage."

He frowned at her again.
"Agent Avery. She was killed."
"But her partner wasn't," May said. "He disappeared." She handed him a tablet and he took it from her, looking at it. There was a S.H.I.E.L.D. identification on the screen.
"Agent Lumley," Coulson murmured.
"Went off grid 25 years ago, day after Avery was crossed off."

Curiously, he looked up at her.
"He resurfaced?"
"A few days ago," May nodded.
"A Mexican teenager posted a selfie on his Facebook page." She took the tablet from Coulson and pulled up a picture.

It showed Agent Lumley's blurry face in the background.
"Managed to capture our guy leaving a grocery store in the background."
"If he's good enough to avoid S.H.I.E.L.D. all these years, he'll know," Coulson mused.
"And he'll be on the move. We have a short window to intercept."
"He may have killed Agent Avery."
"Or wanted to avoid the same fate."
"Find him, we find out. How long till we touch down?" May smiled, heading out of the room.
"I'll gas the car."

Weaver stood behind a podium, giving a speech in the lecture hall. A good majority of the cadets had squeezed into the room, eager to listen to Fitz-Simmons and Sara.
"Today, we're proud to welcome back three of S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy's finest, our youngest graduates to date. You know their names. Please join me in welcoming Agent Leopold Fitz, Agent Jemma Simmons, and Agent Sara Reyes-Fitz."

The cadets in the room clapped politely as the three agents stood from the seats, approaching the podium. Simmons was the first to the microphone.
"Thank you, Agent Weaver," she said. "It's nice to be back. Unfortunately, it has to be under these circumstances." Sara was next.
"If you don't know the history of S.H.I.E.L.D. by now, there's no excuse –" Fitz rolled his eyes, leaning over his sister's shoulder.
"Unless you fell asleep in Professor Vaughn's class, that's a perfectly acceptable excuse."

Skye looked around confused as the crowd laughed loudly. Sara merely rolled her eyes at Fitz, pulling the mic away from him as she continued.
"Our instincts as scientist are to move forward, advance quickly, push the envelope…"
"You aren't a scientist," a voice called.

Agent Weaver's head spun around to try and find the person who had interrupted. Sara shrugged her shoulders. She was expecting this. Her dual diplomas often caused riffs between both operations and Sciences.
"Have you ever read The Giver?" she questioned everyone.

She nodded slowly as a few hands raised.
"In the book, which is one of my favorites, they are taught sameness. Jonas, the protagonist, finds he's different. Now, you maybe be asking yourselves – why am I using this analogy? Well Jones starts to see things different. Starts to see colors, starts to question the sameness. I did the same. I chose, in the beginning, to be an operative, like my mentor. But as I learned, growing in that field, I realized it wasn't all I wanted. Just like Jonas. I wanted more. I wanted to learn. I wanted to choose who I became. So, I did something many find… deplorable, I joined the science division.

"We are taught for so long to be the same. That being different is a burden. Of course, we are all different, but we are taught that we can't become more, that a scientist can't become an operative or vice versa. But our differences are what set us apart. It's what makes me, me. I will not apologize for my choices. I stand before you as Sara Reyes-Fitz, Operative and Scientist of S.H.I.E.L.D. Judge if you'd like, but know that I'd never judge you… Oh, and I can guarantee that I have one of the highest IQ in this room. Would anyone like to find out?"

Sara's stern eyes scan over the crowd. Some were fidgeting, some were smiling. Skye had her head tilted in deep thought. She let her stern look drop and smirked at them.
"Now, I think I oughta let Fitz-Simmons continue now." She shrugged again. "Although, I'm hardly inclined to let Fitz speak. He might talk about monkeys." The atmosphere lightened again at her jest, everyone laughing as Fitz stuttered for a moment, glaring at his sister.

Ward sat in a chair, speaking with Seth Dormer.
"And you can't think of any reason a top student would want to go after you?" Seth pursed his lips, shaking his head.
"No. Um, the top students are my friends. It's competitive here, but we usually don't resort to knocking each other off. This isn't operations – no offense."
"None taken," Ward shrugged.

He passed Seth a tablet.
"All these names you would consider friendly?" Seth took the tablet, looking it over.
"Well… not Donnie Gill. I barely know the kid. He doesn't talk to anyone."
Ward frowned, "And he was at the pool?"
"Studying," Seth nodded. "But I don't think he's the guy. He just has trouble communicating with anyone below a 170 IQ."

Fitz-Simmons continued their speech, Sara having moved to stand beside Skye.
"And S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded after the SSR was able to defeat the nearly indomitable force known as Hydra," Fitz was saying.
"We tend to forget that these organizations," Simmons began. "Hydra, Centipede, A.I.M., were also made up of extremely brilliant scientists. Men and women who started with the same unlimited potential as you or I."
"Potential can sometimes be dangerous," Fitz warned them. "Plutonium has the potential to power a city or to be a nuclear bomb."
"Today, we'd like to share a few stories from the field in which we learned this lesson up close and faced consequences when untested technology or biology landed in the wrong hands… And don't worry, we brought pictures."

There were a few more chuckles, but a young man cried out.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" He stood, quickly looking down at himself. "What is this!?" Sara started rushing forward the moment she saw ice forming around his feet, spreading up his legs. "Hey! What's happening to me?" he shouted. "Help me! Help me! Get it off! Can anybody help me? Make it stop!"

Fitz-Simmons ran up behind Sara just as the Ice enveloped his body.
"Find exposed skin!" Sara ordered to Fitz as she threw Simmons a first aid kit. "He needs glucose to raise his body's natural freezing point."

Sara started looking around for the device as Simmons opened the case.
"I need something to break the ice!" Fitz exclaimed. Sara pulled a knife from her waistband, passing it to him. He started picking at the ice at the boy's neck. "Jemma!" he called.

Filling a syringe, Simmons hopped to her feet, coming to stand next to him.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah," Simmons nodded. With one last pick at the ice, he exposed a patch on Donnie neck's neck and Simmons shot the drug into his skin.
"Sara! Talk to me!" Ward snapped through their comms.

Cadets moved out of the way as Ward entered the lecture hall, hurrying down the steps towards his team.
"Something's doing this to him," Sara said, looking under chairs. "Find it." Ward started looking around the seats along with her and Skye joined them. She spotted the device that was glowing blue.
"Ward, there it is!" Skye said. "Fitz, what now?"
"Smash the damn thing!" the siblings yelled.

Ward kicked down hard on the device, breaking it. The ice on Donnie began to break apart. He groaned then collapsed, but Fitz was there to catch him. He lowered the Cadet to the ground.
"It's okay," Fitz said. "It's okay." From all around the room, Cadets started to applaud. Everyone, except for a young woman near the back who was watching Donnie closely.

Ian Quinn sat inside a car, speaking loudly on his phone.
"I don't want to hear excuses why it didn't work. I have people who do that for me. I just want you to take care of it before I arrive. Just keep in mind how much this will benefit us both, yeah?" He hung up the phone as his driver spoke.
"Mr. Quinn, plane's waiting for you, sir." Quinn pushed open the door to the car, looking at the plane on the runway in front of him.

As people milled around the lecture hall, Skye sat beside Donnie.
"And you can't think of anyone who'd want to hurt you?" Donnie shook his head.
"I don't know anyone." Agent Weaver walked up to them, setting her hand lightly on Donnie's shoulder.
"Donnie, I'm going to have you escorted back to your room. You get some rest and stay warm."

Standing up, Donnie glanced at Fitz-Simmons, and Sara.
"Sorry I ruined your lecture. I was really looking forward to it."
"It's not your fault, Donnie," Simmons said softly. Fitz turned to Sara when Donnie left the room.
"No genetic materials or prints found on the device. The components are rare and expensive."
"Freshman pranks are tradition, but these are something else," Simmons murmured.
"Attempted murder?" Weaver suggested.
"So, Donnie was the intended target all along? Did he have anything in common with the cadets at the pool?"

Slowly, Weaver shook her head.
"These kids were popular, Donnie was—"
"Not," Skye finished for her. "Donnie hadn't made any enemies, but he hadn't made any friends either."
"He had a hard time adjusting," Sara said. "How old?"
"18, youngest since you guys. 190 IQ and failing out of high school when we met him."
"Probably bored out of his mind," Fitz said.
"If things went well, we were considering graduating him early and assigning him to The Sandbox."
"He would love it there," Simmons smiled.
"But he doesn't like it here, so I'm afraid he'll wash out."
"Maybe that was the idea," Ward said. "Agent Weaver, keep working with investigations. Interviewing cadets, instructors."
"Of course."

The woman started to leave, but stopped, looking back at Sara.
"He reminds me of you," she stated.
"How so?" Sara asked. "Recluse, determined to succeed."
"But I liked it here."
"Did you?" Weaver smiled at Sara before leaving. Sara rolled her eyes, turning back to her team.
"What are we doing?" Skye asked.
"Their interviews won't bear fruit," Ward said. "We teach cadets to keep secrets."

He looked down at Sara and Fitz-Simmons.
"Where did you guys hang out when you wanted to get away from the faculty?"
"Can we tell someone from operations." Sara shook her head with a playful smile. She slipped her hand into Ward's, squeezing it gently.
"Come on, Ward, you'll love it."
"Ah, so I'm gonna hate it?" She notched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

Coulson drove Lola through the streets of Mexico City, stopping in an alleyway. May pulled some binoculars up to her eyes, looking at Bodas de Rosas.
"Dario Marquez' dress shop," Coulson said. "Marquez doesn't do the best papers in town, but he also doesn't use a computer."
"So… if Lumley's gonna make a run for it, your guess is he might pass through that door."
"It's worth a shot, so we wait."

The team walked around the grounds of S.H.I.E.L.D. academy.
"What are we gonna do when we get there?" Simmons asked.
"We mingle, low key," Ward said. "You, Sara, and Skye get comfortable with the students, see if you can get them gossiping. Skye looks young enough to blend in."
"You're not exactly Old Man River," Skye teased. "And Fitz looks younger than us."

Fitz fixed a dark glare at her.
"Time will come when you won't make fun of me for that. You'll be jealous. You'll be jealous, wrinkly old hags."
Ward rolled his eyes, "I want Fitz to go talk to Donnie."
"Sorry?" Fitz questioned.
"Donnie's withdrawn, might know more than he's letting on. You're a hero here, Fitz. He looks up to you. Go hang out with him. Even if he has no clue who might be after him, he could use a friend."

Simmons smiled, "That's a wonderful idea."
"Ward has them from time to time," Fitz agreed. Sara gave him a sharp look and he held up his hands in mock surrender. "I'll see you all later." He walked off and Simmons and Skye gave Ward big smiles.
"What?" he asked defensively. "It's strategic."
"It's adorable," Simmons gushed.
"The Tin Man has a heart after all," Skye teased.

Glancing down at his girlfriend, Ward waited for her to say something.
"What?" she asked.
"Don't you want to add anything?"
"No, I don't think so. Like you said, it's strategic." He smiled, raising her hand to kiss it briefly.
"And that's why I love you." She smiled brightly as Simmons and Sara smirked at them. "So... where are we going?"

Sara and Simmons led the way to a building then through the winding hallways.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. keeps careful watch of everything within their walls," Simmons said. "So, in the late 60s to escape the cameras and prying eyes of the faculty, a few cadets started sneaking down to the boiler room to play cards, you know, exchange ideas."
"My kind of people," Skye remarked.
"Some amazing breakthroughs have come out of here. So, the tradition lives on."

Skye's eyebrows scrunched up.
"Of cramming into the boiler room." Sara shook her head, pushing the door open. They heard bass bumping and saw flashing flights on the wall.
"Over the years, they've made a few improvements."

They stood on a catwalk, overlooking a nightclub. There were people dancing, drinking, and playing pool. On one of the walls was a large S.H.I.E.L.D. logo.
"Do you have one of these at operations?" Simmons asked. Ward looked around, shaking his head slowly.
"Nope."
"Did not think so," she smirked.
"Drinks are on me," Skye said, walking down the metal stairs to join the crowds.

Clearing his throat, Fitz knocked on door 308. He stepped back, wringing his hands nervously. Donnie opened the door, his face twisting up in surprise.
"Donnie," Fitz greeted.
"Agent Fitz, sir."
"Oh, please, call me Fitz… Mind if I come in?"
"Yeah—no. I mean, no, no I don't."

Stepping off to the side, Donnie shut the door behind Fitz.
"Okay, my room was just like this, except, um, um…" Fitz waved his hands around the room. "There was a lot more laundry on the floor." Donnie smiled at the joke. "Are you feeling better?" Donnie nodded, leaning against his desk. "You know, you shouldn't be afraid to tell me if you think someone could be targeting you."
"I'm not. It was—it was probably just a prank. Freshmen's get pranked."
"I remember vividly. But that doesn't mean that every Freshman needs to be thawed."

Looking at the sketches on Donnie's desk, Fitz' eyes caught on one.
"Is that a design for organic light emitting diodes?" Fitz asked. He walked closer.
"For active camouflage, I'm thinking," Donnie said.
"Hmmm."

Walking around the room, Fitz looked at Donnie's work. He picked up what looked like a gun, showing it to Donnie.
"An ionized air canon?" Donnie nodded. "It's so small."
"Well, I was able to double the pressurization by making—"
"By making it compact," Fitz finished with a small grin. "Clever."

Setting the gun down, he looked at the drawings on the walls.
"I must say, these ideas are way beyond what I was toying with in my first few months. You shouldn't keep these big ideas to yourself. You should run them by your instructors."
"These aren't my big ideas," Donnie said. Fitz looked at him in confusion.

May looked over at Coulson as they waited in Lola.
"So… say you're gonna do what this guy did, leave S.H.I.E.L.D., go off the grid. What's your move?" She paused for a moment, waiting for Coulson, who said nothing. "I'd hide in the wheel well of a 747 from Newark to Singapore. Oxygen, a chute. The back half of the trip oases over 3,000 miles of land, a dozen countries, could drop anywhere."

Pulling up her binoculars, she looked at the shop before lowering them again.
"You'd probably head to South America. You speak Spanish?"
"Vacation Spanish."
"Lima, most likely, what with the growing food scene."

Finally, Coulson looked over at her. He was used to being the one who filled the awkward silence.
"All right, what's up?"
"You tell me."
"You're talking, more than ever."
"Cause you're not."
"And you've suddenly become more active on the Skye investigation?"
"She proved herself, stepped up in a big way, for our team, for you."
"Is that it, or is it just to distract me?"

She released a sigh, looking away from him.
"Both. I know you're having a hard time believing what—"
"They changed my memories. Who's to say they didn't change more?"
"I say. I know you, Phil, and I knew you before. You know I'd be the first to go down that road if I thought it led somewhere. Do you believe me, at least?"

There was no answer and she looked back at him.
"Do you—"
"Yes."
"Good." They looked at each other for a moment before Coulson looked back towards the shop.
"But I'm tired of secrets, so I'm glad we're here. We need to root out all the secrets." He nodded, but May didn't look so sure.
"Agent Ward bought Sara a ring but doesn't know how to ask for your per—"
"I got him."

Coulson climbed out of Lola, and she looked up to see Lumley walking by the dress hop and quickly followed Coulson. Coulson walked straight towards Lumely as May cut down a side alleyway.

After a few minutes, Coulson spoke to May.
"He's heading your way." May was just a few steps behind Lumley and she paused beside a stand. Lumley looked over his shoulder and turned back away when he noticed nothing.

Suddenly, he broke into a run and May quickened her pace. He cut a sharp right and May talked back to Coulson.
"Looks like he's headed down the alley." She lost sight of him and stopped under a fire escape, looking around.

She was hit from the back as Lumley swung down from the fire escape. She quickly got to her feet and threw him against a wall. He dropped to the ground and opened his watching, pulling out a small blue pill. May saw it and kicked it out of his hand.

Using a pallet, Lumley knocked May down before trying to run. Coulson pulled up in Lola, blocking his escape. Lumely began to climb up the building onto the fire escape as Coulson watched. Coulson pressed a button, making Lola hover beside the fire escape.
"I'm Agent Coulson, with S.H.I.E.L.D." Coulson said.
"Oh, thank God," Lumley sighed. "It's about the baby girl, isn't it?"