Episode 16: End of the Beginning
Part Two

The Hub, Location: Classified

Blake's stretcher was rolled off The Bus, Sara following close after him, checking vitals and instructing the doctors around her. May and Ward watched them go, Ward's arms crossed over her chest.
"Lucky the med team got to him when they did," he said.
"I wouldn't call anyone in critical condition lucky."

Turning, May looked to Coulson, Hand, and Garrett.
"Deathlok's more dangerous than we thought. Blake fired six shotes, didn't seem to faze him."
"Any word on Thomas Nash?" Garrett asked.
"No, he's a ghost. The facility has him listed as a resident, but it's all a cover up."
"Nash is probably off fishing in Bora Bora right now, laughing at us," Garrett muttered.
"And yet, Mr. Peterson was still waiting for May and Blake at the facility," Coulson remarked. "Why?"
"Probably the same reason he came after Garrett," Ward suggested. "We're getting too close. He's trying to take us out."

Shaking her head, Hand spoke her mind.
"This shouldn't have happened. Backup should have been there alongside Agents Blake and May."
"Clairvoyant would have seen us coming," Garrett said.
"It appears he did anyway. The plan was flawed from the start."
"Come on, Vic. The plan was solid."
"We have an agent down because we weren't prepared—"
"Blake knew the risks."
"And don't call me "Vic". It's condescending."
"Any one of us could have been ambushed."

Coulson cut into the conversation, stopping the bickering.
"The point is, Blake's alive, and we have a suspect—Thomas Nash."
"I'm headed inside the prep the field teams," Hand said. Coulson glanced at May, letting her know that the meeting was over. Ward, May, and Garrett walked away, May and Garrett onto The Bus, and Ward towards the Medical wing of the Hub, knowing that's where Sara would be.

Before she headed inside, Hand looked to Coulson.
"Agent Coulson, when I can expect Agent Simmons for debrief?"
"She's getting ready as we speak," Coulson answered
"Good. If I'm going to put anymore agents in danger, I want them to know exactly what Deathlok is and what he's capable of."
"Sara will also be assisting as soon as she's out of surgery."
"The more we know, the better." She walked away, leaving Coulson standing on ramp.

The Bus

Inside the storage rooms of The Bus, Fitz complained as Simmons packed a bag. Fitz was holding onto a bag for Sara, tapping his foot in frustration.
"Honestly, I don't know how much more you can tell them. Who knows what else they've done to the man?"
"Or how much man is left at all," Simmons added. "Regardless, S.H.I.E.L.D. sees us as the resident experts on the Deathlok program. If they want me to stay here, at The Hub, then that's that."

Picking up a small box, she opened it to see a vial of Skye's blood.
"Well, don't you seem awfully chipper to pick up and leave me by my lonesome."
"Do I?"
"Yes." He walked closer to her. "I wonder, could it be because The Hub's lab facilities are much more comprehensive than ours?"
"In case I'd like to run a molecular breakdown of Skye's blood?" Simmons smiled at him. "Yes. Brilliant deduction, Dr. Watson."

Turning away from him, Simmons picked up her bag with a grin.
"I've always pictured you as Watson," Fitz muttered. She gave him a look over her shoulder.
"Either way, if you're gonna do this, you're gonna need my help. At some point, one way or another, eventually."
"Well, I wouldn't go that far. "I'll jerry up an encrypted hard line so we can' stay in touch. Don't want the rest of The bus overhearing what we're saying."

From behind them, there were footsteps and they turned to see Trip walking up to them.
"You ready to go?" he asked Simmons.
"Agent Triplett," she said in surprise. "Are you staying at The Hub as well?"
"Yeah, Garrett's keeping me here. Help brief the teams on our most recent run-in with the cyber solider. Don't mind the company, do you?"
"No, not at all." From between them, Fitz frowned as he noticed Trip's eyes never left Simmons.

Rubbing her eyes, Sara stepped out of surgery. She caught sight of Ward and practically melted when he wrapped his arms around her.
"You aren't need in there?" he asked quietly.
"Too many hands," she said. "Besides, Emerson is in there. She's the best."

Sara rested her head against his chest as he hugged her tightly.
"We're leaving in twenty," he said.
"I know, stay safe."
"Aren't you coming with?"
"No." Confused, Ward pulled back, looking down at her. "Hand asked for Simmons and I to stay here. She's irritated enough with me as it is and frankly, I don't want to leave Simmons."

Sighing, Ward nodded in agreement.
"Teach that girl to lie while she's here." Sara laughed tiredly as Ward's watch beeped.
"Coulson wants to leave sooner," he said, reading the message. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers despite the agents around them.
"I love you, Grant Ward," Sara whispered.
"And I you, Sara Reyes-Fitz."

In the lab, Coulson, May, and Skye were gathered around. Skye was on her tablet, reading off a file as Coulson ruffled through Blake's belongings.
"According to the Index archives, Nash has been on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar for about six years. Originally a bond trader in Canada doing very well for himself. Then the Canadian government recruited him to a secret department H-type program."
"They were looking for people with psychic abilities," May said. "Specifically, people who would control human behavior, and Nash claimed he had a gift."
"Claimed?"
"According to records, he couldn't affect a person's behavior. But, he could, on occasion, predict it."
"But S.H.I.E.L.D. crossed him off The Index after his accent because of his supposed catatonic state," Coulson said.

He gestured to a monitor where pictures of the accident were pulled up as well as an illustration of a human body showing where the damage occurred on the left side of Nash's head.
"Which he recovered from quite nicely," Skye said. "It was all a lie, just to throw S.H.I.E.L.D. off his scent. You said Blake fired how many rounds?" He glanced over at May, holding a mag.
"I heard six. Why?"
"Because there are only five missing from this magazine."

Setting down the mag, Coulson lifted a different mag.
"And one from here… These are Fitz' tag rounds."
"We can track him," Skye said.
Coulson nodded, "Check all sat feeds, find that signal."
"On it."
"I'll get us in the air," May said. The two women hurried off, leaving Coulson in the lab.
"Nicely done, Blake."

Pensacola, Florida

A load of S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicles entered a horse race-track, the team climbing out as other agents scanned the area.
"I want this perimeter sealed," Coulson ordered. "Two-man teams on every exit."
"Yes sir!" a soldier said.

Ward and Garrett appeared in their tactical gear, awaiting orders as Coulson barked them out.
"Fitz, you got signal?"
"94%, sir. Deathlok must be inside somewhere."
"Possible civilians inside?" May asked.
"Highly doubtful. This racetrack's been shut down for months."
"Move out!" May called to her group of soldiers.

Catching sight of Skye, Ward called to her.
"Skye, run a back end from the tactical van," he said. He pointed to a soldier standing next to Fitz. "You, I want you six feet from Skye at all times, weapons hot."
"Ward, it's okay. I'm ready."
"Ward's right," Coulson said. "I feel bad enough you're already back in the field. I'm not taking any chances with your safety." She looked back and forth between the two of them before heading to the van.

As she walked off, Ward looked back to Garrett, who was addressing a group of soldiers.
"This isn't a surprise party, people, so you can toss stealth out the window. Our target's wearing body armor and has enhanced cybernetics. Make your shots count. Let's move."
"You ringing the bell or knocking?" Ward asked.
"Knocking, of course," the older man answered.

An explosion opened a door, solders pouring in with guns held high.
"Clear!" one yelled.
"Fitz, you're up," Coulson said. Fitz ran up from the back of the group, setting his gear down to open a case. He pulled out a device and turned it on.
"It's time to hunt, boys," he said. "Let's find us a Deathlok."

The device began to spin fast, yellow spheres shooting out of it. They got into the air, hovered for a moment, then shot off in different directions.
"Impressive toy," Garrett told him.
"I prefer the term "high-tech hardware"."

Tapping on his comms, Coulson spoke to Skye.
"Skye, you online?"
"Hang on. Northwest corridor is getting something. I'm pulling up a live feed… I can't confirm it's him. Initiating spectrum overlay… What the hell did they do to him?"
"What are you seeing?" Coulson asked.
"It's not just his leg or his eye. They did stuff to him, it's all under his skin."

Suddenly, the signals of the probe went out on Fitz's tablet.
"Uh, signal's dead. Retriever's down."
"He knows we're here," May remarked. "
Fitz, get back to the van, now," Coulson ordered. Fitz nodded, gathering his things as Coulson, May, and Garrett walked deeper into the building.

Ward led a group of soldiers into another room of the racetrack. He caught sight of Mike just as the man was about to fire at him.
"Contact!" Ward shouted. "Take cover!" He managed to jump out of the way just as Mike fired two missiles.

As debris fell around him, Ward got to his feet and immediately started firing at Mike. Mike seemed unfazed, walking away. Skye's voice buzzed through his comms.
"Ward, are you okay?" Looking around him, Ward counted all his men.
"Uh, I've got two men down. We need a med team."
"Requesting one now. May, he's coming your way."
"Got him!"

May ran to a railing, looking down at Mike. He was too far away for her to make a jump and watched him run away with a glare.
"He just ducked into the southwest stairwell," Coulson said. "In pursuit."

Coulson entered a dark stairwell, gun up. He paused at the top of the stairs for a moment, then started down.
"All teams, he's headed into the sub-basement. I do not have a visual. Fitz, do you have a retriever down here?"
"No, sir. On their way."

At the bottom of the steps, Coulson headed down a long hallway. A retriever went over his head, scanning the area. Coulson turned a corner and stopped short with a small gasp. Garrett had appeared from the other side.
"Easy," Garrett said. "I come in peace."
"How about a signal next time?"

The whir of cybernetics caused them to turn and notice Mike. Coulson started firing at him and the man took off in the opposite direction, causing Coulson and Garrett to follow after. He disappeared and they paused before following the sound of clanging metal. They found a ladder leading into a hole in the ground.
"Fitz, you getting this?"

Buzzing nearby, the retriever moved to be on top of the hole.
"Uh, barely, sir. It leads down into the sewer system. That's under at least… forty feet of concrete. We'll be blind down there."

Suddenly, the retriever darted down the hallway, leaving Garrett and Coulson with the hole.
"Where's that little guy going?" Garrett asked.
"Sir, there's someone else down there."
"Copy that."

Following after the retriever, they reached a door to another room. They set up and then nodded at each other. They entered the room, seeing walls covered with monitors and TVs. A chair was in the center of the room, with someone sitting with their back to the door.

The two agents made a wide circle of the room and came back together right in front of the person. Garrett caught sight of a life-sign monitor.
"What the hell?" A voice startled them, completely robotic.
"Agent Coulson, Agent Garrett, I surrender."

Guns hosited high, the two agents stared at Thomas Nash. He wore hospital scrubs and was in a full body wheelchair.
"Forgive me if we don't shake hands. I don't like to be touched." At that moment, May and Ward entered the room, guns drawn along with a few other soldiers.

Walking around the wheelchair, Ward remarked on the wires behind Nash.
"Don't touch anything," Coulson ordered, still staring at Nash. "We need this room swept for explosives."
"There are no traps here, Agent Coulson. You're here because we are destined to meet."
"You're the Clairvoyant?" Garrett guessed.
"I'm Thomas Nash. Mr. Po gave me that other name. A bit dramatic for my taste."
"Eyes open, everybody. We don't know where Deathlok is or who else is down here," Coulson said.
"Mr. Peterson is gone," Nash told him. "I cut his feed, so you won't find him."

Tilting his head to the side, Coulson blinked at him.
"But you had him lead us here. Why?" Nash stared back at him.
"So I would see you with my own eyes instead of his. Now I understand why I couldn't see you after you died—because you, yourself, could not see. You were simply a broken man who did not know he was broken." Coulson glanced at the monitor that was displaying Nash's words, then back to the man.
"You're one to talk." "Let's pack this freak off to The Fridge where he belongs," Garrett said.
"Agent Garrett, look at him. Do you believe you can confine me to any more than this chair?"

Rolling his eyes, Garrett started looking around for something.
"Can somebody please tell me how we turn that stupid voice thing off?"
"I will join Raina in your prison, Agent Coulson, but I will see you wherever you go, just as I saw you holding Skye in your arms, bleeding… dying… knowing it was all your fault."

Unhappy, Coulson took a step forward.
"You're going away. We're gonna stick you in a little box where no one will ever hear you again."
"I see you're angry. Head clouded with lies. You've been betrayed and now you fear what's about to happen. About what I'm about to tell you."
"Nothing's about to happen. And you're not going to tell us anything but more empty threats."
"I know about Reyes-Fitz."

At the mention of his fiancée's name, Ward appeared at Coulson's side.
"How she was the original subject to your test."
"What test?" Garrett asked.
"How she died. All alone at the hands of a member of Skye's former organization."
"What's he talking about Coulson?" Ward asked quietly.
"The inevitable is coming, Agent Coulson. A force beyond your comprehension is coming for you—you and Agent Reyes-Fitz and Skye. You all have something we want. I have seen it."
"Go to hell," Coulson snarled. "No matter where I go, or what you do to me, I will always—"

A gunshot rang out, startling everyone. They turned to see Ward, face void of emotion, staring at Nash with his gun steady. The life monitor went flat, blood seeping into Nash's clothes.
"What did you do?" Coulson asked, confusion laced in his voice.

Slowly and carefully, May took the gun out of Ward's hand. He didn't resist, didn't show any remorse.
"He's dead. It's over," Garrett said, checking for Nash's pulse. Coulson didn't respond, still staring at Ward dumbfounded.

May led Ward outside, shutting him into the back of an SUV while Garrett and Coulson watched.
"He's a specialist," Garrett remarked. "Cold blood's a basic requirement."
"I know. Still, I don't think Ward would just do something like that."
"Whole reason I sent him to you was to knock off the rough edges. Maybe you did your job too well. He let his emotions get the best of him… You want me to escort him to The Hub for debrief."
"No, I want to talk to him before he goes in front of the review board."
"Understood. I got my orders, then. Got to stay on the hunt for Deathlok."
"Copy that. Keep me in the loop?"
"Will do. Take care. And Phil, go easy on the kid."

As Garrett walked away, May strolled over to Coulson.
"Just got a message from H.Q. Director Fury's back. He's waiting for you at The Triskelion."
"About damn time."
"You can talk to him about what's been bothering you."
"A lot's bothering me." He walked away, heading to an SUV that would take them back to The Bus.

The Bus

Ward sat in the holding cell, leaning against the wall. He glanced up as the doors opened. Skye poked her head inside.
"Thought you were Coulson." She held out a water bottle, which he took gratefully.
"Why'd you do it?" Skye asked.

The specialist started shaking his head.
"I lost it. I got angry. He pushed all the right buttons."
"Coulson said the mission was to capture, not kill."
"Think about what The Clairvoyant said, what he's done. Think about the Centipede program. How he experimented on innocent people like Mike Peterson. How he kidnapped and tortured Coulson. How he ordered Quinn to shoot you. How he was gonna hurt Sara. He wasn't gonna stop, Skye. Not until one of you… Anyway. I wasn't gonna let that happen."

Nodding slowly, Skye let the information sink in.
"So, what happens now?"
"I face a S.H.I.E.L.D. review board. Whatever the punishment, I'll take it. I deserve it. But I don't regret what I've done."
"You don't?"
"No. Not if it means Sara's safe. Or you. Or the rest of the team."

Opening a door, Fitz entered a room full of pipes. He set his case down, opening it up. He pulled out his tablet. A flashlight was in his mouth as he shined it into a device. He pulled out the device and reached into the machine to feel the wires.

Grabbing one of the wires, he pulled it out and plugged it into his case. It was a cord for a wall phone line. He plugged that wire into his case, into a handset, then picked it up and listened for a dial tone.
"Yes!" he quietly exclaimed when he heard the tone. He dialed the phone, and it started ringing.

The opposite end was picked up on the first ring.
"Fitz?" Simmons asked.
"Don't use my name, Jemma."
"Why not? I thought you said… going to use… crypted line."
"You're cutting in and out, hold on!"
"Were… there? What happened…. Ward?"

Taking the handset from his ear, Fitz set it down, putting Simmons on speaker phone.
"Well, yeah. You said Ward. Took us all by surprise. Just—hang—keep talking, okay? I'm gonna see if I can clear it up." He pulled out the device from the wall and turned it around.
"So… no idea… be… been a great deal of commotion on this end… Sara not happy…"

Fitz found a wire hooked onto the device. He frowned at the sight. Nothing should have been attached to the device.
"Hang on, now. I think I've found the problem. Looks like someone else is tapping the hard line."
"Wait, Fitz… I think some… happening… There's agents rushing to the Situation Room."
"What?"

Suddenly, the line went dead, going back to the dial tone.
"Jemma?" Fitz tried. He picked it up, hearing the static. "Jemma, can you hear me?" Then he heard the steady fast tone of a phone off the hook. "Oh… bloody hell." He walked around the bank and machines, then looked up, his eyes following a wire.

Coulson looked up from his desk as someone knocked on the door. Skye stepped inside, sitting across from him at the desk.
"Mind if I talk some stuff through with you? Are you buys?"
"I'm worried," Coulson said.
"About Ward?" He nodded.
"I know. I can't believe he just killed someone like that."
"I'm worried he killed the wrong man."

A questioning look appeared on Skye's face and Coulson was quick to continue.
"How do we know it was him? He never spoke. The computer spoke for him. How do we know he was the one controlling it?"
"Are you saying Nash could have been pretending to be The Clairvoyant?"
"I'm saying Nash could have been a prop."
"And now he's dead."
"After the attacks led us right to him. The investigation all wrapped up in a neat little bow. I feel like he could still be out there right now, in our heads."
"Or in our files."

Now Coulson was the one with a questioning look.
"When you told me to check into the psych evals, you said something." She passed him her tablet. "You said, 'read his mind'. And it got me thinking. And Ward said that The Clairvoyant knew how to push all the right buttons.
"Raina did that to me, too."
"Did she mention your father's death? Your psych evaluation called it 'a defining moment'."

Quickly, Coulson took the tablet from her, looking down at it.
"There aren't just personality tests," Skye told him. "There's surveillance on every agent. Pictures, stats, where you've been stationed, who you'd visit, where you like to eat."
"Dinners at The Richmond," Coulson continued. "He's been monitoring us. Think about it. The Clairvoyant only knew you'd be at Quinn's villa."
"After I dropped a tracker. And the only thing he's had trouble seeing is what happened to you after you died."
"Because Director Fury wouldn't release that file to anyone."

Realization dawned on Skye's face.
"No."
"The Clairvoyant doesn't have abilities. He has security clearance." Skye shook her head.
"I don't… then what about him talking about Sara's death. She didn't die. It's not on any record."
"She never died, Skye. It's one of Ward's triggers. And the only way Nash would know about that is if he was told. Our Clairvoyant is an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

The doors to the holding cell slammed opened and shut, Ward's head shooting up to look at Coulson. He didn't move from his seat, not wanting to seem threatening or get in trouble.
"Sir, first off, I want to say—"
"Save it. I don't want your apologies. I don't want your excuses."
"I'm not making excuses—"
"The only thing I want to know is whether you made the call yourself or did someone order you to do it."

Ward's eyebrows drew together in confusion as he sat back in his seat.
"What?"
"Don't play dumb, Agent Ward. Just answer the question. Did someone order you to kill The Clairvoyant?"

Outside the cockpit, Fitz knocked on the door.
"May?" When there was no reply, he let himself inside. He turned on his flashlight, looking around. Opening a hatch, he looked inside. Seeing nothing of circumstance, he was about to close it before he caught sight of something way in the back.

Leaning into the hatch, he moved aside a breathing apparatus, seeing a wire plugged into an area marked 'communication line'.
"Another encrypted line. What are you up to, Agent May?"

Turning off his light, he shut the hatch just as May opened the doors and he quickly turned to look at her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Um… I was just wondering, since, uh—" May walked closer to him, a stern expression on her face. He continued awkwardly. "Cause we're going to The Triskelion… um, I thought you would like to, um…" He pointed to the front of the cockpit, moving around behind May towards the edge of the door. "There's, uh, gonna be an aviation team on the ground. They could probably recalibrate it. But I think it's—it should be all right." He walked out of the cockpit, leaving May behind.

Walking quickly through The Bus, Fitz ran into Skye.
"Fitz."
"What?" He held up his hands defensively.
"I was just looking for you."
"Why? I didn't do anything."
"What?"
"What?"
"I didn't say you did," Skye said slowly. "What'd you do?"
"Well, uh…"

He looked over his shoulder towards the cockpit, Skye's eyes following his.
"I'm not quite sure, actually. Cause, um… I was just, um, um doing maintenance in the avionics bay before. Okay. Why would May—"

Worriedly, Fitz' eyes met Skye's again. She recognized terror in his expression.
"Why would May have an unauthorized encrypted hard line in the cockpit, completely with a thumb scanner? That isn't in any of the plane's specs."
"Wait, slow down. An encrypted hard line?"
"Yeah. Dedicated to one receiver. She's not supposed to have that. Who's she talking too?"
"I—"

The younger agent's eyes went big, looking at Fitz in utter shock.
"Cut the line," she said.
"What?"
"You need to cut the line right now, Fitz. Do not let her call out!" He nodded, rushing off while Skye took off in the opposite direction.

May looked around in the cockpit, tryign to find something out of place. Her eyes landed on the hatch with the hard line. She opened it, moving things around inside the hatch. She picked up the phone, puttit it to her hear and put her thumb on the scanner. The phone turned blue after she swiped her thumb.
"Agent Melinda May, update log 95—"

She paused as the line started scrambling. She looked down in confusion at the receiver. She tried to swipe her thumb again, but nothing happened, no power running to the phone. She sighed, rolled her eyes, hung up the phone, then shut the hatch. She grabbed her handgun and left the cockpit.

The door to the holding cell burst open, Skye rushing inside. Coulson and Ward immediately turned to her, stopping whatever intense conversation they were having.
"What?" Coulson asked.
"We have a problem." She shot a look to Ward, Coulson doing the same.

Gun drawn, May made her way through The Bus, looking for Fitz. She entered the lab through the back door, walking out inot eh cargo hold scanning around. She focused her attention on Lola and the SUV, thinking he might have been in one of them. She made it to the SUV, then heard the doors closing behind her.

Turning quickly, she fired. A gasp left Fitz as he stared in shock at the bullet mark on the glass. Sighing again, May gave him an angry look as she walked towards him. He looked at her with large confused and scared eyes.
"Put it down!" a voice called.

Looking up, May saw Coulson on the catwalk, pointing his gun at her. She brought hers up quickly to point at him.
"Put it down, May!"
"It's not what you think, Coulson. It's just an I.C.E.R."
"This one is not. It's real, with real bullets. So, you better put yours down and tell me what the hell's going on right now."
"I…"
"Now!"
"I can't."

The doors off to the side of May opened and Skye stood in the doorway, pointing a gun at May.
"You better listen to the man, Agent May."
"You have no idea what you're doing," May snapped.
"Maybe not. But I now you're not fast enough to take us both."
"Coulson, look…"

Holding up one of her hands, she lowered the gun.
"I can explain everything, but not here."
"Why not here? You have to check with someone first, using that encrypted phoen in the cockpit?" May's eyes moved to Fitz. "Who's on the other end of that line, May?"
"I can't say."
"That's okay, I think I know. It makes sense now why Deathlok put Blake in critical condition, left you alive and well. Why he led us to the track only to disappear instead of defending his boss. Why would he do that? Because that wasn't his boss, was it? Was it?!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Stop lying to me! Who do you answer too? Who's the real Clairvoyant?"

Before May could speak, The Bus rocked, making them all hurry to catch their balance. May looked around, trying to figure out what happened as Coulson got his balance back and pointed his gun at May.
"What did you do? Where are we going?"
"I don't know! I didn't do it, Phil! I don't now what's happening here, I swear!"
"If you're not doing this, who is?"
"I don't know."

The Hub, Location: Classified

With no response to her hundredth phone call, Sara tossed the phone to the woman next to her with a groan. What the hell was happening over there? Why wasn't Coulson telling her anything. The woman next to her cleared her throat and Sara sat up straighter as Agent Hand walked past them, surrounded by several armed men.
"Everything all right, Agent Reyes-Fitz?" Hand asked.
"Always," Sara answered. "What's going on?"
"Level 8 classification."
"Then I'm sure you won't mind telling me what's happening?"

The older woman bristled slightly, tightening her grip on the file in her hands.
"Fury has asked me to keep this… under the radar and you aren't really—"
Sara shrugged, "I get it. That's fine." She stood, brushing an invisible piece of dust off her jeans.
"I'll see you later, Agent Hand. Let me know if you need anything."

Agent Hand watched as Sara strolled out of the room. She looked over at one of her men.
"Make sure she doesn't leave The Hub." The man nodded, typing something into his phone. "Oh, and another thing." The agent looked back up at Hand. "When Coulson's plane touches down, take out everyone. Except Coulson."

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