Open Circuit

Robbing Thoughts

I looked to the right to spot the lab. A white room with a glass door filled with vials, acids, microscopes, and other -
No. Wait. I glimpsed a man. A man wearing a shirt with a weird symbol etched upon it. A symbol showing a slithering snake, fangs bared, tongue rolled out, ready to attack. The shirt itself was white, to blend in, perhaps, this man had a sack in his hand where he slowly lifted a black gun with a blue cartridge and dropped it within. The sack was full now. It didn't have enough space to hold another gun that big. He was so good at camouflaging that he turned into nothing but a shuffling distortion of the floor beneath. He was gone. He had disappeared.
Another enemy SHIELD had now. Who was he?

"Mr. Fitz? What are those guns worth?" I asked, motioning towards the pile from which the thief had stolen.
"Oh, those? Nice to see a rookie showing interest in my work. Those are Night -"
"- ICERS," Simmons interrupted. "Right," Fitz snapped. "Incapacitating Cartridge Emitting -"
"What are they worth?" I repeated. A sliver of annoyance plopping under the calm waters of my mind. "I dunno," Fitz replied, a tinge of hesitation on his face.
I needed to concentrate. Put my power to good use. The reason I was affiliated with SHIELD at all. The power to scan a mind. Get deep. I was an Inuman. A part of the currently stagnant Secret Warriors Initiative. So what I did was focus on his aura. His aura was erupting with positivity. I saw Simmons in his thoughts. The biggest thought he had ever had. Besides her, all there was were blueprints and thumbnails for his next patent. No. I saw his trigger.

"Mr. Fitz?"
"It's just Fitz,"
"Alright, Fitz? I've heard a lot about the other planet. Were these guns used there? Maveth?"
This seemed to change something. "They're probably worth a lot, I guess,"
Simmons frowned, like she could see something in him that I never could. Never could, regardless of the number of times I accessed his brain. Not until I loved him like she did.
There was certainly a tough chemistry. But I needed to stay calm, prevent myself from getting too connected. That was what he did wrong. The person who'd told me to infiltrate this place. The person whose weakness lay here. A person everyone thinks dead.
Grant Ward.