Bonjour mes amis! I'm trying to make this a really really long and good one - not boring long but amazing to read long - but I guess that's not going to be it, because yesterday was kingday and I'm really tired xD
But as usual, I hope you all will enjoy this chapter
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"Not to worry, the device is stable. Not that it... Can explode every minute, specially when it's hits with gunfire. Things like this happen, from time to time when you're working in the field, and at first, it's quietly unplesant and you regret your decision to leave your lab at tool-"
Simmons took the 0-8-4 out of the bag, while Skye and Sanchez were watching. Sanchez could feel that Skye was worried about the "explode" part of the 0-8-4, but she wasn't really that worried.
Most of the people on the bus were worried that the device could explode every minute, and Sanchez knew that she was the only one who wasn't. Well... Not that worried like the others.
She was only thinking about what this thing could do in the wrong hands.
And instead of her... Simmons was nervous like a student who had to do his "graduation" exam.
"Are you mental? I did explain what I meant using the Queen's bloody English!"
Fitz and Ward came into the lab, and Fitz didn't seemed very happy.
"I use normal English. Words like "duck" and "run" and "might blow us to pieces," Ward said.
"Wow, well, Congratulations, Agent Ward, you managed to string three words together in a sentence," Fitz muttered grumpy.
Ward and Fitz started an argument, while Skye, Simmons, and Sanchez were following it like a tennis game.
It stopped, when Coulson came in.
"Is there a problem here?"
"Nah, just two little children fighting, nothing special," Sanchez muttered uninteressed.
Nobody seemed to hear it.
"No sir," Ward said like a child who was catched by his mother, on stealing candy.
"Just working on our comunication. And everyone was prepared for firefight."
"We got out, didn't loose anyone, and saved a few of dares. I'd say we do allright. Anything else?"
Skye raised her hand.
"Uh, yeah, I have a small question, because I've been feeling like the tag-along hayseed rookie, but now I'm getting the sense that Ward doesn't know which one's Simmons and which one's Fitz, and they've seen even less gunfire than me and, I'm no rocket scientist but... is this your first mission together?"
"No, of course not," Simmons said. "It's our second."
"I was your first? That's sweet," gave Skye as a response.
"Your amused?" Ward asked.
"I'm terrified! I've been way over my head-"
They started a argument again, and Sanchez looked if she could explode every minute, what was true, for a part. While Fitz and Simmons were shouting to Ward about "designing someone his equipment," Skye walked to Coulson.
"Do you see proving the point I just meant?"
"You're not wrong," Coulson said. "We still need to iron out the kinks, but Ward you can speak 6 languages, Simmons you have 2 PHD's in fields I cannot pronounce, and Fitz you ARE a rocket scientist, so work it out."
He left the lab, and went back upstairs.
"I'm... I'm good at stuff too!" Skye shouted back to him. Sanchez sighed.
"All right you piece of morons, I'm really sick and tired from you, the little kids fighting. I am at this stupid plane because I have to, and if you all are going to fight one time more, I'm going to blow someone's head of, and I'm not lying. Is that clear?"
Without saying farther a word, Sanchez left the lab, leaving Fitzsimmons, Skye, and Ward behind.
Nobody said a word to eachother. But when Ward had left the lab, Simmons went to Fitz.
"What was that?" She asked.
"I have really no idea. Is she against here against her will?"
"It looks like that," Simmons sighed.
Night had fallen. And it seemed... Well, you could call it a normal night, or something what would become a regular night in the future.
Downstairs, in the lab, Fitzsimmons were having a argument about fieldwork. Upstairs, the men of Camilla were relaxing, while Sanchez pronounced their future.
May was in the cockpit, Skye at her bunk, and while Ward was reading, Coulson went upstairs, together with Camilla, in the direction of his office.
As a goddess, the ears of Sanchez were better than from every other human being. Much better.
While predicting the future of another man, she could hear Camilla and Coulson having a talk about the past, and about Coulson his collection from espionage stuff. Ugh. So sentimental.
there were two things were she could be sentimental about:
-Music
-Pictures
Pictures were something from this world since... A few century's, but she liked them.
She went back to her own bunk, there were still ten minutes left.
What would be the best thing to do?
The attack of Camilla and her men would come, definitely. She couldn't do something against that. But what she could do... She could punch some of the guys in their face.
That was what the level 6 Sanchez would do.
When she heard a fight starting somewhere in the bus, she took a book from the Bookshelf in her bunk, and started to read. Harry potter and the secret chamber. The story had so much more truth in it then people knew. There were times, that human beings were really stupid.
A few seconds later, one of Camilla her men opened the door to Sanchez her bunk, pointing a gun at her.
"You are coming with me. No tricks, or one of the lab rats will die."
"Whatever you want, buddy," she nodded.
"Still doing funny? One time again something like that, and I will shoot you in your leg," he said while he took some plastic handcuffs to tie her.
"Oh, come on! Seriously nobody on this plane is in for jokes. What the hell is wrong with your people?"
The answer was a injection of a strange liquid in her neck, and she lost her consciousness.
" This is my fault. Should have learned kung fu," Fitz sighed.
"Oh, yeah, but I shouldn't have pushed you into the field in the first place. You weren't ready," Simmons said.
"It was my job to makea proper threat assessment," Ward muttered.
"Uh, we. "We" weren't ready," Fitz said to Simmons.
Sky, Fitzsimmons, and Ward were the only ones by consciousness. They had... They had a situation right now. They were all tied up against the cargo-hold, and if that thing would open, they were all dead.
"This wouldn't have happened if Agent May wasn't on the stick. She would have busted out some of her ninja know how," Skye said.
" Agent May?" Fitz asked. "No. No, no. She transferred from administration."
"Well, I've seen her destroy a guy, so..."
All of them, they looked at Ward.
"You've heard of the cavalry?" He said to them.
" Yeah."
"Yeah. Everyone at the academy talks about stor -"
When Fitzsimmons looked at eachother, they realised it.
"She's the cavalry?!" They asked.
"I told you never to call me that," A voice muttered.
"What you'd say. God, I'm having a headache," Sanchez moaned.
"God, wait. That dick- THAT ASSHOLE DID-"
"Quiet!" Ward, Skye, and Fitzsimmons hissed to Sanchez.
"You can have your revenge later," Ward said. "We have to escape first."
"I can't believe it," Simmons still said about May. "We should to get of her right now. How do we get out of here?" She asked to May.
"We can't get through the doors," May said. "They're both tied to the pressuresation lines. You two geniusses have nothing?"
"Well, it's hard to concentrate in these intense situations," Fitz said.
"Hey, don't freeze out, take a breath," Ward said to Fitz.
"Kill the guard," Sanchez suggested.
"Oh no wait, better not, to much administration," she added to it.
"You don't have to come up with the whole solution," Ward said.
"Just a part of it, right?"
"Yeah. Pieces solving a puzzle," Skye said.
"Nice cultural talk, Mr. and Mrs. Smarty pants, but can we go out of here right now?" Sanchez asked.
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And boom! We're reaching the end of the 0-8-4 episode guys. The next thing will come from "the asset." Comment and a vote?
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