X marks the spot

Failed Experiments

The perfect encapsulation of the wealthy american man trying to flaunt his wealth and show how much better he was than you.

And yet, here he stood, in a room like this. With a person like Aaron.

"First meeting could've gone better." Aaron admitted, swallowing down some of the blood that was going up to his mouth.

Decon scoffed, although it was almost classed as a laugh by Aaron. The man almost in disbelief that the boy would say that as his first words to him.

Decon grabbed a seat, an office chair, with the rolling wheels. He dragged it over to Aaron, the wheels squeaking, seemingly having not been cleaned in a while.

"All those men, and you couldn't clean that fucking chair?" Aaron did chuckle at a bit at his own words.

Decon's look, meanwhile, changed. An unimpressed look was all that was left, "We don't have to use this room a lot. Normally, those that try and do this are already dead --"

"And yet here I am." Aaron's smile grew.

Until it died, with a fist to the face. He groaned, before facing Decon once again. His smile returned. Robert, in the moments where Aaron saw him, always wore that. Then again, Robert normally wore that before something bad happened.

Aaron was at least self aware enough to know this situation wasn't good.

Decon shook his hand, "Not used to doing this yourself?" Aaron taunted.

The same fist struck him again. Aaron chuckled, before coughing, this time.

"Just get one of your boys, they seem to pose more of a threat than you do."

The fist didn't come for him this time; instead, "Francis knew you'd want to come for me. Tire you out with the boys, make you desperate."

"Spare me the big bad guy monologue. You always know how those end."

"Not a big bad. Just a private admission. He's a fucking idiot. But, maybe one I misread. He's not gonna survive this world. But...seems he's made sure you'll stay in it forever. Gotta give him credit for that. I'm sure Robert will be pleased to hear about how his son broke out of HYDRA, only to end up back in their grasp a few years later. Guess that cycle with you both being fucked all the time really continues with you, don't it?"

Sarah continued to type, going back to the part of the server where she put the SUV liscense plate, still nothing. She went back to the camera, tried other cameras as well. Nothing. It was either looping nothing, or the SUV turning the corner.

She was still typing however, still hopping between servers and folders. Still typing away in hope that she would find something, anything, to help her.

She wasn't sure what their partnership was. But she knew it was crumbling. She knew it wouldn't last much longer. They were just a means to an end for each other. There was a coldness where they should've been some sort of warmth.

She then moved to a different part of the server. If someone had given Decon a weapon, then what else could they have given him? Access, most likely. Access to her file, to the names of her children.

She had to check. And so, she did. She typed in their names, and saw that they too came up in a ping.

She knew it would reveal herself, a move this big. She knew in some nihilisitic fashion, it wouldn't help. But, she knew she had to do something. She'd been on the run too long, and Aaron was anything but subtle or silent. He wasn't what she hoped he was.

So, she put in the code, hand hovering over her "Enter" key. This was it, no going back after this...

She hesitated. She knew they'd be aware of her then. That Coulson would know. But, she was a mother, she had to look after her children.