Sometimes things are more magical than you know ~ Agents of SHIELD #wattys2015

The Magical Place (55)

By all the flying angels of the supernatural fandom. I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG. You know, school can be a bitch, because I'm having my exams next year, and currently having issues with the muscles in my arms -likely something RSI related, but they're getting better. Every day- but HOLY ***** GUYS. 24,8K READS!!! That needs to be celebrated. Really. BTW, what did you guys think of the Intermezzo? More is coming up.

But for now... I hope you'll all enjoy. I don't own the characters, only our dear Miss Sanchez.
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"Agent Hand needs you. Says it's urgent."
It was easy for Ward to send Hand her little puppet away. The idiot listened immediately to him, and left the room. Trying not to smile, Ward sat down at a chair, which was connected to the wall.
"Time to talk," he said. Vanchat smiled.
"The names of all your buyers. Alphabetically, whatever."
"I'm not telling you a bloody thing."
"That's how you want to play?" Ward asked. He buckled up, and somewhere else on the bus, Fitzsimmons looked at eachother.
"Boo, shamp, boo."
Simmons smiled.
"Scissors."
She pressed on a button, and in the interrogation room, the roof of the bus opened. Vanchat, full in panic, started to scream, and grabbed the table, trying not to flee out of the room, litterally.
"I've got all day," Ward said.
"ALL RIGHT. I'LL TALK. I'LL TALK!!" Vanchat shouted.
Fitzsimmons and Ward started to grinn.

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"Vanchat's intell is paying off. We're pursuing every known buyer from Chitauri metals around the globe. The largest is a werehouse in Sidney, we're heading there now," Hand told the people in the command center. "This is our chance to take down Centipede," she continued. "I want everyone in full tactical."
"And what about agent Coulson?" Ward asked.
"If we're lucky, Centipede is holding him in Central City," Hand replied. "Dismissed."
Everyone left the room, so did Ward. But Hand hold him back.
"Agent Ward, a moment?"
He looked up, wondering what she wanted.
"First, your friend Skye leaves the plane, and never arrived for her debrief. Then Vanchat almost flies out of the interrogation room. Do we have a problem?"
"No agent Hand," Ward responded. "The man wasn't getting us any answers. So I stepped in."
"Without any permission. Well, congratulations. Thanks to you and your... 'unique' interrogation skills, we now have active strike teams running all over the world. The question is why."
"Excuse me?"
"It's unpresidented," she said. "This kind of response, for a low leveled operative. The man power involved."
She looked away from the screen.
"I've been on the phone all day. Director Fury, commander Hill. Everyone wants an update. Frankly, I don't understand it. No single agent is that important."
"Coulson is."

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A tree, in the middle of a garden. A young girl, a woman, and an old lady were sitting underneat it, spinning lines.
"The lines of the SHIELD agents... They're interesting," The girl said.
"I know, dear," the old lady replied.
"Should we keep an eye on them?" The woman asked. "We know the powers of Andromeda are going to grow. Beyond limits."
"Patience, sister," The old lady said. "We will see what she'll do."
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"Damn Coulson, please. Tell me I have permission to beat the living crap out of them when I'm here with the others."
Coulson had tried to escape, with a little help of Sanchez, who was out on the watch. It had failed, and Coulson was now beated up by Po through a taser. A very powerfull one, actually. But Coulson... He had some other issues right now.
"Shield is gonna find me, before you break me."
"Shield... The clairvoyant sees an end to all that."
Coulson was being tasered again, and god, Sanchez wished she could take his pain away. Really she did. But she couldn't. Not right now.
"He doesn't look so good."
Like the party couldn't get any better. Raina had arrived.
"Raina, what took you so long?" Po asked.
"I was tending to our other subject," she replied.
"The persuation skills I have spoken with the clairvoyant so much about, would be better served here, with me, breaking this man."
"I would never use force to bend a man to my wishes."
"He's being difficult."
"He's being beaten."
"Into submission. The clairvoyant requested it, and would tell me to-"
The buzz of a phone. Po his phone.
"See?" He said.
"Yes... No... Well, I have only just begun... My methods are sound, I assure you..."
He looked at Raina.
"Yes... The clairvoyant would like to speak to you," he said. Against his will, he gave his phone to Raina, who looked all surprised. Nervous, she took the phone out of Po his hands.
"This is Raina."
"Oh, I know what's going to happen," Sanchez grinned. "You're going to like this."
"Yes... I agree," Raina told the person on the other side of the phone.
"Thank you. I'll put him back on."
She gave the phone back to Po, who froze when the phone touched his ear, and fell dead on the ground.
"I said you would like it," Sanchez grinned.

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After a while, Raina came back with a glass of water. Sanchez knew the head game was going to start.
"This is turning into a interesting day, isn' it?" Raina asked.
"So, you are my friend now?" Coulson asked. "Cause, I've seen what you do to your friends."
"Mr. Po?"
"Ya."
"He was a murderer. Incapable of remorse."
"I was thinking of Mike Peterson. Chan-ho Yin."
"I gave them what they asked for," she answered. "Mike wanted to be a hero to his son. Now he is."
"Did Akeela Amador want a bomb in her head?"
"The people you're working for are just as capable of using full means to justify the end," she said.
"And who do you work for, Raina?" Coulson asked. "The clairvoyant?"
"Yes."
"Who is he?"
"I don't know. This was the first time I personally made contact. My heart is still racing."
"But he has you building supersoldiers," Coulson said.
"The clairvoyant gives his guidance," she replied. "Formulas."
"For what?"
"The changing world. The world your organisation brought upon us. We're new to the business which you have been doing for decades."
"So, now what?" he asked. "You have soldiers. You can make them strong. You can control them. And in instinct, you can kill them."
"Yes, but we can bring them back to life. You were killed. Now you're here. We want to know how, don't you?"
"My gosh, I am feeling so offended right now," Sanchez sighed. Coulson did not hear her.
"I'd like to turn the machine on again," Raina said.
"And that is the point were I'm going to leave the room," Sanchez said. "Because this is the point of understanding. Goodby 'till your rescue, Phil. Then we'll talk further."

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