Chapter number 3 is out now!
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Chapter 3: I'm not that innocent
May walked down the streets, pretending she belonged there, even greeting some neighbours. It was nearly 8 now, their asset should be going out soon. After reaching the hedge at the back, the agent started to look for the hole Skye had mentioned earlier. There it was, barely to be seen in the twilight. Why someone with such a perfect house let it be was a mystery to May, but she sure as hell wouldn't complain. Without a glance above her shoulder, she squeezed through – and froze.
Her trained eye had noticed the sensors right away, one wrong move and the alarm would go off. Slowly, she made her way through the garden, all the time staying in the shadows of the hedge. Suddenly there was the sound of breaking branches and a head appeared in the hole, followed by a body. It was a man, handsome and athletically built and it was clear that he wasn't there for the first time: He knew exactly where he could set his feet. But instead of keeping to the hedge, he ducked and ran through half of the garden before seeking cover next to a little shed. From there he scooted closer to the house until he got something out of his pocket and threw. May watched with amazement when the object hit one of the upper windows with precision, totally on the frame so it wouldn't damage the glass. Against the light behind the window, a shadow moved. A few seconds later, it was pushed open and a person leaned out.
"Cinderella, Cinderella, lass dein Haar herunter!", the intruder called out softly. As a response, there was a woman's laugh. "Du hättest mich auch einfach anrufen können. Ich darf mittlerweile legal raus, weißt du?" The obviously quite young man shrugged his shoulders. „Macht der Gewohnheit!" Then he motioned for her to come. "Xandra, spring!" She disappeared again, the lights went off and the woman came back to the window. At first, she dropped a clutch and some shoes that were caught by the man. After that, she swiftly climbed on the window seat. Witout hesitation she pushed herself off and landed on the edge of the garage roof further to the right. From there, she let down a rope and slid down on it, all completely without a sound. The agent was reminded of her own escapes in the cover of the night, both at home and later at S.H.I.E.L.D. academy. It had been a bit dangerous but also absolutely thrilling. Together, the couple made their way through the garden, gracefully like gangsters on the run.
As soon as they had disappeared, May headed towards the main mansion, updating Hunter and Skye at the same time. "Alexandra doesn't seem to be that innocent at all. Just climbed out of her window on the first floor and outsmarted a high-end alarm system as if it was nothing. I'm going in now." With that, the agent started to climb up the rope the woman had left there before and from the garage roof to the window. Once inside, she closed the curtains and pulled out a torch. "That girl's a real scientist, Simmons-style", she remarked, "books about algebra, codes and stuff I have never heard of on the shelves and a huge blackboard with formulas on it. I send you a photo. Everything here is nice and girly and totally in order. On the wall posters of exhibitions and some personal photos. The only strange thing is a sword and a rapier hanging over her desk. I'll copy the hard drive of the laptop, but she appears to be rather oldfashioned, there are tons of notebooks here." The agent went on scrutinizing the room and suddenly even the normally rather cold agent had to chuckle. "May, what's up?", Hunter asked curiously. "Just found out that this Baby-Einstein also has her guilty pleasures. '50 Shades of Grey' is hidden in second row behind some dictionaries." "I'll keep that in mind", Lance murmured, loud enough for Skye to respond with an indignant growl.
The only man in the small team was now parking in front of 'The Blackbox' and entered. Inside it was loud and full, so he made his way to the bar. With a beer in his hand, he scanned the crowd for Edvardson. "Target is coming in", he reported after a while, "together with a guy and three girls and hey, I am straight but that man is damn hot. I think at least 50% of the women here are already thinking about ways to get him into bed." The group was dropping their jackets into a booth before heading to the dancefloor straight afterwards. When they passed Hunter, he shot a quick photo and sent it to Skye. It would be interesting to know who they were, judging by the looks they got they definitely belonged to the cool kids. Lance had never really liked this kind of people. They had always made him feel stupid and insignificant, especially the women. "The guy is her friend Paul", Skye replied right away. "Doesn't look like friendzone to me though if you'd see the way they are dancing." "So what?", May retorted, "that didn't stop you from doing your job in the past. Don't start with it now!"
May carefully opened the door that connected the bedroom with the hallway and listened, keeping as still as possible. Apparently, nobody was at home, everything was quiet. When she sneaked down the stairs, she could see the lounge in front of her. With only her torch to provide her with light she walked around to the spacious living room. Designer furniture joined expensive carpets and some historical artefacts, it actually looked quite like Coulson had described Stark-Tower to her. She would love to see that building from inside one day, but she hadn't been high enough in S.H.I.E.L.D. to do so yet. Nevertheless, she had shaken hands with Alexander Pierce, that counted for something, she told herself. Even though that prick had turned out to be one of the heads of HYDRA. A shame.
One wall close to the entrance was plastered with certificates and pictures of Alexandra at her graduations from school and university and one of her in front of Stark Enterprises. The agent briefly stood and wondered what that must have been like, watching their own child grow up and become such a remarkable scientist. What struck her trained eye as odd was that all off those photos looked so professional and somehow unpersonal, as if one had put them there just for show. With a few tools, she unlocked Mr. Edvardson's office. After a quick look around she decided there was nothing suspicious to be found and turned back, leaving no traces. "I'm getting out again", she reported, "heading to meet you Skye."
And another one done!
In the next chapter, we'll hear Alexandra talk to Lance for the first time, öet's see how that goes (wrong)! ;)
Translations:
Cinderella, Cinderella, lass dein Haar herunter! - Cinderella, Cinderella, let down your hair!
Du hättest mich auch einfach anrufen können. Ich darf mittlerweile legal raus, weißt du? - You could have simply called. I am allowed to go out legally now, you know?
Macht der Gewohnheit! - Old habits die hard!
Xandra spring!- Xandra jump!