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Chapter 3: I'm not that innocent

May walked down the streets, pretending she belonged there, even greeting some neighbours that still made their rounds with their dogs. 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. After a quick 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 SHIELD academy. It had been a bit dangerous but also absolutely thrilling. Together, the couple made their way through the garden, gracefully and quiet 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.

"Edvardson doesn't seem to be that innocent at all. She 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. She looked around, taking in the extremely spacious room with the immense amount of shelves on the walls. May stepped closer, skimming the names on the backs of the books.

"Skye, that girl's a real scientist, Simmons-style", she remarked into her comms, "books about algebra, codes and stuff I have never heard of on the shelves and a huge blackboard with formulas on it on the wall next to it. I'll send you a photo. Everything here is nice and somehow a bit girly and totally in order. On the wall there are 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 her RomCom collection. And I can tell you, 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", Hunter murmured, loud enough for Skye to respond with an indignant growl.

In the meantime the only man in the small team had driven furtehr into the centre and was now stopping in front of 'The Blackbox', parking the car as if it were his own. When he couldn't see anyone but the security personel hanging around outside the club, he entered. Inside it was loud and full, people grinding against each other to music he really didn't like, so Hunter made his way to the bar in search for a better position. With a beer in his hand, he continued to scan the crowd for Edvardson, slowly waving through the masses. After he had walked the room a couple of times as unsuspiciously as possible, he had become very certain she hadn't arrived yet, and was also very certain the barkeeper was checking him out. He gave her a smile, making the young woman blush. Suddenly, there was movement at the door, disturbing the puls of the club for a moment, and a group of people pushed their way in, headed by a pretty blonde that was obviously laughing.

"The mark is coming in", he reported over the sound of the music, "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 ratehr close to the entrance before heading to the dancefloor straight afterwards. When they passed Hunter, he took a quick photo and sent it to Skye. It would be interesting to know who the others were, judging by the looks they got they definitely belonged to the cool kids. The mercenary had never really liked this kind of people, maybe because he ahd grown up very differently. They had always made him feel stupid and insignificant, especially the women.

"The guy is her friend Paul", Skye replied in his ear.

"Doesn't look like friendzone to me though if you'd see the way they are dancing."

Miss Edvardson indeed had her arms looped around Paul's neck, swaying around with him to the beat and laughed even harder when he suddenly dipped her backwards.

"So what?", May retorted, "that didn't stop you from doing your job in the past. Don't start with it now!"

Hunter huffed, but then decided that true, it was his job, and he would do it.

In the meantime, May carefully opened the door that connected the bedroom with the hallway and listened, keeping as still as possible. Apparently, nobody else was at home, everything was eerily quiet. When she sneaked down the stairs, she could see the hallway in front of her. A couple of doors stood open, with only her torch to provide her with light, she walked around the corner to the spacious living room. It could have come out of a magazine, actually, it looked quite like Coulson had described Stark-Tower to her. She would have loved to see that building from inside, but she hadn't been high enough in SHIELD to do so. 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.
Anyway - In this living room, designer furniture ruled, mostly light brown leather combined with metal elements. A decidedly masculine imagery, the exact opposite of Edvardson's own room. It wasn't hard to know who had decorated or at least made the decisions for the rest of the house. Below the coffee table, there was an expensive Eastern carpet, one of the very few bits of colour. May could see some artefacts that certainly had historical value on the shelevs and wondered whether they belonged here as much as most things belonged in the British Museum.
One wall close to the entrance was plastered with certificates and pictures of Alexandra Edvardson 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. The daughter had become an artifact, just as the Ancient vase across the room. Something to show off, and to brag with.

May walked back into the hallway, checking the other doors until she encountered one that was locked. The office then, most likely. With a few tools, she quickly unlocked it. As soon as she set foot in it, her hypothesis was confirmed - the office looked just like the living room, the same leatehr, the same wood and metal. This really was Mr Edvardson's domain and the daughter seemed to feature mainly at the fringe of it. After a quick look around she decided there was nothing suspicious to be found in the office itself though and turned back towards the door. Everything was just as it ahd been, she wasn't leaving any 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, let's see how that goes (very wrongly)! ;)

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!