The Snapshot {An Agents of Shield Fanficton} [1]

A Bright Future

The heels of my boots clicked on the smooth, white tile floor. The sounds of a busy workplace filled my ears. The smell of coffee, paper, and freshly ironed clothes surrounded me.

I walked down the hallway, following Coulson. Different agents passed us left and right, still giving me strange looks. We turned a corner into a smaller hallway with a series of doors. He turned into the nearest one with a sign on the door that said Agent Truman. It swung open into a medium sized room with a completely glass backing. If you were to look through it you would see the enormous Hub area...the one with all the analysts and screens.

In front of the glass was a desk with a chair. In it sat Agent Truman, same coat and tie and silver mustache as before.

"Coulson," he said. "I've been expecting you. Please sit."

He did as he said and sat in the chair in front of his desk. I did the similar in the chair beside him.

"So," he began. "I hear the mission was a success."

"Yes sir," Coulson replied. "We collected Richards and had no other parties interfere. It was quick and, at the least, quiet. Most of it thanks to Lucy here."

"Well done," Truman said to me. "Your services have been quite helpful in this assignment. It's possible we may recruit you to help with other missions. Maybe next time it won't be so...abrupt."

I smiled and blushed a little. "Thank you. I'd be happy to help in any way I can."

"I assume Richards has been transferred to the containment sector?," he asked Coulson.

"Yes, Agent Simmons saw to that. After collection he was kept under until we arrived here. We had no other way to keep him contained, but I'm sure your specialists have had some experience with that," Coulson replied.

"That they have," he agreed. "Well, we have collected said subject and the mission is no longer time sensitive. The question now is, who did Fields sell the file to? Or the better question with the same answer, who else was hunting Richards?"

Coulson glanced at me. "We haven't exactly gotten that far yet. However, we do have some information. Assuming you read the interrogation report, Fields had an intimate relationship with someone inside that organization. That's how she sold out so discreetly. Now we just need to figure out who and catch him."

Truman nodded slowly. "I see. And how do you plan to find this person?"

Coulson looked at me. "I think you better ask her that question."

They both looked at me. "Uh, well..." I didn't exactly know where to start. I had all these assumptions and hunches I just couldn't organize them.

"We have three people right now. Fields, Richards, and the guy. I -".  I stopped. That wasn't going to work. I shook my head.

"Something doesn't add up," I blurted.

"What doesn't add up?," Coulson asked.

"Richards," I said. "He put up a fight. A big one. You said that Index subjects are treated well at SHIELD. They're trained how to control their power and not be afraid of it. If that's true, why would he be so terrified to go back?"

"Some people just don't liked being locked up," Coulson said.

I shook my head. "No, I don't think that's it. Something happened to him. It has something to do with this guy were looking for and Field's dead nephew."

"Dead nephew?," Truman said.

I waved my hand. "That's not important right now. The thing is, I need to get in there and talk to him. See what he knows."