Hey guys! Before this chapter starts, I'm having a little thing. I need your help. As you could read in the last chapter, agent Sanchez has a brother. Would you like it to meet him? And so yes, you know the story line of agents of shield. Where would you like it to meet him?
Answers in the comments please ;) Have fun with this chapter.
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"Fitz, what am I seeing here?"
Sanchez made a face to Coulson.
"See?"
She smiled, and walked in Simmons her direction.
"Well, I'm not wearing the full-spectrum gogles I designed, so-"
He looked around, if someone was with his joke. No one.
"No clue?"
He walked to Simmons, and wanted to take her equipment.
"Let me have a look."
"No no no no wait!" Simmons shouted.
"Look."
She took something from the ground.
"Wait a second..."
She trowed it in the air, and Sanchez had a double feeling. Should she-?
"What the hell?"
A little twister started to appear.
"I think the electrostatic field has kind of activated some... Thing," Simmons said.
"It has activated some kind of technology," Sanchez said. "I can smell it."
"Can you smell it?!" Fitz asked.
"Ofcourse not, smarty pants!" She nodded.
The twister started to throw with something. It was close, or it had hit Ward's head.
"Okay. Can we deactivate it?" Coulson asked.
Simmons pressed on some buttons, but the twister became only worser.
"Simmons!"
"I'm TRYING, Fitz, I'm-"
Fitz took the device from her hands, and pressed some buttons.
"Fitz-"
The device crashed, but the twister dissapeared. They were all to busy with this event, to see that Sanchez rolled her eyes.
Simmons took a forcet, and took something from the ground.
"That did all this," she said, while she gave it to Coulson.
It seemed like a little ball. But everyone knew that it was so much more.
"What is that?" Skye asked.
"Something big," Coulson answered.
Skye sighed, when she putted the folder on the table.
May had given her a lot of stuff to read. Every communication from HeadQuarters with Doctor Hall.
It had to be minimal... Nine hundred pages?
"Having a lot of stuff to read?"
Sanchez was standing behind her.
"I'm sorry, but I think I can't help you with my photographic memory."
"You're having... A photographic memory?" Skye asked.
"Yep."
Skye opened the folder, but the words from the first page didn't came in.
She didn't understood a simple thing from agent Sanchez, and that became worser with the day.
She could kick-ass, had a photographic memory, was a supernatural specialist... What was it all more?
It looked like Sanchez wasn't planning to go away, so Skye closed the folder again.
"Sanchez... What are you doing?"
"I'm standing behind the bench were you are sitting, can't you see?"
"I can see that. But I'm serious: What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in the lab with Fitzsimmons or something?"
"May is in the cockpit, doing stuff, Ward and Coulson have gone away, interrogating someone, and the labrats are investigating the... Thing. But sweetheart, would you like to do something when you're done with the folder?"
Skye raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, eh... Sure?"
"Put that Phone away. Having contact with people from the rising tide isn't healthy for you, and your position here."
She walked away. Skye sat like frozen on the bench.
How... How could she-?
"Guys, have you seen Sanchez? I haven't seen her the whole midday."
Skye walked into the lab. After reading the folder about the communication with Hall, she had only thought about Sanchez. She had encrypted her Phone and internet actions very good. How was it possible that Sanchez had known from the message?"
"We haven't seen her either, Skye, but we're having other problems," Simmons said.
"Gravitonium," Fitz explained.
"It's an extremely-"
"An extremely rare high-atomic numbered element, that powers the device. It's so extremely rare that most people didn't believe it existed, much less the theory that an isolated positive charge would turn the flow from isotropic... "
Sanchez sat at one of the chairs in the lab. Nobody had seen her coming in. She stopped when she saw that Fitzsimmons and Skye were stearing at her with a open mounth.
"What?" She asked. "I've been at all the SHIELD education facillities. It's required."
"Required for what?" Fitz asked.
"For the 'being a Supernatural' specialist thing. And I wanted to be also a field agent, so..."
Fitzsimmons and Skye looked at eachother for a while.
"But never mind," Skye said. "How does this thing work?"
"Well, Gravitonium distorts gravity fields within itself, causing an undulating, amorphous shape..'"
"Wich causes-"
Fitzsimmons started to explain the whole thing to Skye. Sanchez wasn't listening. After they were done, Sanchez nodded something.
"Don't look by the good doctor, but look at Mr. Quinn. What is it what we find behind the mask?"
"Where are you talking about?" Skye asked.
"If you're talking about connections," Fitz started. "Doctor Hall has been at the same time to the university of Cambridge as Ian Quinn."
"You're close," Sanchez smiled.
"Catch-question," she said. "Fitzsimmons, the two of you aren't at the academy anymore. You've started with designing the night-night guns at the academy, isn't it?"
"Yes, but-"
"Well, you're graduated now. What would you do with it?"
They looked at eachother.
"Bringing it to a next level," they both said at the same time.
Sanchez looked like a teacher who had teached new knowledge to her students.
"But Quinn is a enormously good guy," Skye started. "He's Always doing things that cost thousands of dollars."
Sanchez made a face to Skye.
"Don't forget it, girl. Masks."
"The man's a prisoner. It's up to us to get him out," Coulson started the briefing.
"We've checked the specks. There is no way in to Quinn's compound without a large SHIELD strike force, or a man inside. He's got neo laser fancings around him," Ward said.
"I never allow a strike force into Malta, plus, this weekend, Quinn world wide has his annual share holders gathering. We risk global outrage. But-"
"If we go in alone-"
"SHIELD can dissabow us, claiming ignorance," Coulson finished May her sentence.
"But a man inside, it's impossible," May went farther. "Unless you're immune to pulse laser emissions."
She looked at Coulson for a second, and she knew that they both thought the same.
Sanchez could come in. But then, she had to announce herself to the others. And if she said no...
Well, then was the answer "no."
"If we could get a monkey-"
"Oh, Fitz!" Simmons sighed annoyed.
"If we had a monkey, we could get in. If we had a small monkey, he could slip through the sensors and disable the fence's power source with his adorable little hands," he said. Sanchez nodded something very unkind.
"Fitz, if you talk one time more about something with the word "monkey" in it, I swear by god that I will transform you into a deathskull monkey," she said.
Something in Coulson told him that she wasn't lying to him.
"I can go in."
No one seemed to hear her.
"Drop me in the hills outside. I'll spend a few weeks establishing the cover, gathering-"
"Hall doesn't have a few weeks," Coulson said to Ward.
"Any agent of SHIELD could be shot to death with bullets," Simmons said. "Legally."
"Not me," was Skye her response. "I can go in."
"Skye," Ward started. "This is serious."
"Wait," Coulson said. "Wat are you saying?"
"Well, I'm not an agent of SHIELD, so I can go without breaking of all these stupid rules," She told them, while typing on her Phone.
"International laws," Simmons improved her.
"This isn't something that the rising tide can hack, Skye," Ward said. "
"Didn't you hear the deathly laser part-"
"You know what, better you all shut up," Sanchez nodded.
"You said you could go in with a man inside," Skye said.
"And you want to be that man?" May asked.
"Fitz-Simmons loved the guy, and he needs help. They could be torturing him, or worse, making him do 'trength-training."
"But you don't have the background or clearance or experience with any of this," Ward said.
"I know."
She showed them her Phone.
"But I've got an invitation."
She smiled.
"Well, technically, it's an e-vite."