Out Of Time

eighty-nine

Speeding off the government base, Y/N and May came across the SHIELD SUV that Hunter, Idaho, and Hartley took. It had been flipped over. They both jumped off their bikes and rushed to the vehicle. The crotched down to see Hunter alive. He let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the two women.

"Creel's on foot," Hunter stated. "But he won't be for long."

"Hartley and Idaho?" May questioned.

"Dead."

The two women began to try and get the door opened.

"It's no use," Hunter said. "It's jammed."

"We have to get you out of here!" Y/N exclaimed, bending down to talk to Hunter.

He shook his head. "My leg is pinned. DOn't worry about me. There's no time."

The squealing of tires could suddenly be heard. The women looked to see soldiers coming.

"Soldiers are coming," May said.

"Creel has the dam thing that burned Hartley!" Hunter said. "You need to get him! Go!"

May looked at Hunter for a moment before taking something off her outfit and handing it to him.

"Good luck," she wished.

The women raced back to the motorcycles, quickly taking off. They racing to try and catch up to Creel, weaving in and out of traffic, informing Coulson of what's happened on the comms.

"What the hell was Hunter thinking?" Coulson asked.

"He was trying to save Hartley!" May exclaimed.

"And you're absolute sure?"

"They're gone," Y/N replied. "It was bad, Coulson."

"Two agents down, another captured. This shouldn't have happened... We got a hit. 911just picked up a stolen vehicle call up the road from you. Older model re and white pickup."

"That's got to be Creel," May said.

"May, Rogers, you to are approaching a civilian area with no backup."

The two women entered into the opposite lane of traffic. They began to narrowly miss vehicles as they got honked at in pursuit of Creel.

"If you see him do not engage. You copy?" Coulson ordered. "Do you copy?"

The two ignored the Director, gunning their engines harder as they continued to weave. Horns blared out at their reckless driving.

"Guys, that doesn't sound covert," Coulson said over the comms.

May and Y/N finally got behind the truck Creel had stolen.

"We've got him," Y/N told Coulson. "Closing in."

"No. Drop back," Coulson commanded. "Do not engage."

May and Y/N sent each other a knowing look. Then they each pulled out their guns and began to aim at the truck.

"I repeat, do not engage," Coulson ordered.

"He's not looking," May said. "We have a shot."

"Negative!"

"We can't just let him go, Coulson!" Y/N exclaimed.

"Creel isn't working alone. And I want to know who he answers to. Drop back into surveillance mode now. That's an order, Agents!"

The two women looked at each other, shaking their heads in disappointment.

"Yes, sir," they both muttered. They both put their guns away and slowed down.