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

FZZT (31)

"Beep... beep beep... beep beep beep... dzz."

The light of the scan device that Fitz was using turned green on may.

She wasn't infected.

Fitz repeated this action a couple of times on Coulson, Ward, and Sanchez.

"All clean, no traces of electro static energy," Fitz told them.

You could read nothing special from their faces, but all of them were reliefd. So was Sanchez, ofcourse. She would prefer jumping into thousand years of emptyness, instead of being infected with this.

"What about the other fire figthers?" Skye asked. She could see that the other fire fighters, who were walking in a long row behind eachother, were brought outside.

"They will be quarantined and observed at a SHIELD facility," Simmons answered.

Two men in chemical suits came out of the firehouse, down to the garage, with between them a box.

Everyone knew what was in it.

"Ehm... Anyone else noticed putting the infected alien thing in our truck?" Skye asked.

"We're flying it to the sandbox," Coulson replied.

"Sandbox?"

"It's a SHIELD research facility across the atlantic," Simmons answered.

"I would rather die, then going there," Sanchez nodded.

"If you suspect is true, that this is a virus, then those fire fighters could be infected," Coulson said to Simmons. "We're going to need a cure. Find one."

"Yes sir," she answered.

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The sky was good today. Nice view.

There was only one thing, where May wasn't happy about.

The chintauri helmet on their plane.

"What's our ATA?" Coulson asked.

"3.37 West Africa time," she answered.

"Then we're along for... Four hours and twenty six minutes," he said.

He went back to the door, but May turned her face to him.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Fine. Just want this alien thing from our plane as soon as humanily possible," he replied.

"You wanna talk about you physical?"

"There's nothing to tell. My physical therapist requested it. He's updating his files or something."

"You'd tell me if something was wrong?"

"Of course."

"Sir, I think I've discovered something. Could you come down to the lab?" Simmons requested over the intercom.

"I'll be right there," Coulson answered.

"Phil..."

May was still looking at him.

"The fireman. You did everything you could for him."

As response, he gave her a smile, and went down to the lab.

"So, what am I looking for exactly?" He asked.

"Wait for it..."

Down in the lab, there were brain cells projected on the screen. It took a few seconds, but then he saw it. A electrostatic spark that went to another cell.