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

The Hub (37)

"Never thought I would call you on a cell phone."
"Shut up! I don't even know why I've done this for you."
"Because I don't have my powers right now, so..." Sanchez replied. She was calling Dragon in her bunk. Door closed of course.
"You owe me some. Really."
"Yeah-eah. I know. Remind me of that when I'm a arrogant, selfish goddess. I'll call you back if necessary, May is callng me."
She wasn't.
"But-"
She pressed his call away, and smiled. For some damn reason, she had gotten Dragon this far that he had transformed into a woman, only to tease Hand. She couldn't wait until she would have her powers back.
"Agent May?!" She heard Simmons asking. It sounded urgent.
Sanchez opened the door of her bunk, and tried her best to listen. May was still doing her tai-chi exercises. Being disturbed three times in a row...
"Oh hello. I'm... I... I don't mean to disturb you, but I was just wondering-"
"No," May replied immediateley.
"I ran into a small-"
"No."
"It's just... We tried to find more information, like you said, and I reacted very badly. If you could just possibly-"
"No," May replied again, with her hand in front of Simmons her face. She sighed.
"I shot someone."
May quitted her tai-chi movements, and sighed.
"Where's the body?"
"Ah."
May followed Simmons, and Sanchez closed the door of her bunk quickly, to end in a enormous laugh attack. Even with her time on earth, there were still things of the human race she would never understood.

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"O my god."
Skye swallowed, trying to do something in her head with what she just had found out about the mission.
There was no extraction team.
Someone closed her laptop.
Coulson didn't seem very happy.
"What did I tell you?"
"You told me to trust the system. And the system just sent Ward and Fitz in there to die."

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"I told you I would get you answers about your family!"
"That was not were I was looking for!" She shouted to Coulson. "I was trying to find out what was happening to Ward and Fitz."
"That's a classified operation," Coulson replied.
"It's a suicide mission! I saw it all! The two placements, the area assault! What's the worth of it to disable that device? There's going to be a huge attack on that compound, with no extraction plan, and you hid that from us!"
He took her by her arm, and went with her to a hallway with no people.
"I did not hid anything from you. You don't have the clearance to know that."
"Is that really were shield's all about?!" Skye shouted. "Level fives are more expendable than level eight?! Is that all what we are, just a number to you?"
"Are you done?"
"I don't know, am I?"
"If SHIELD keeps a secret from you, it's for a good reason."
"So that they can-"
"Don't interrupt," Coulson said. "You just hacked the level eight secure server. Operational plans, where you don't have contacts for. If details get out, the whole operation could be compremised. Lives could be lost, Ward and Fitz among them!"
"I know! Those are two people we care about. On the plane you're always telling me to think outside the box, so I went off book, because I was trying to watch their backs!"
Coulson was getting more mad with the minute.
"Our team can get off book, because there is a book. A hub. A organisation watching our backs. You claimed that you wanted to be a part of that. A SHIELD agent. Do you?"
"Yes," Skye answered.
"Because someday, I may have to trust you with a secret. And I need to know that you can keep it."
He turned around, as a sign that their conversation was over.
"Can I ask you one question?"
He turned around again.
"What?" He asked.
"Did you know there was no extraction plan for Ward and Fitz?"
"That's classified."
He turned around again, leaving Skye behind in the hallway.

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 "Agent Sitwell is in the hospital wing. Apparently, a member of your team ran into him, unconcious."
Coulson had just entered the briefing room. Agent Hand wasn't very pleased.
"A misunderstanding. I will handle the matter internaly."
"Trancolising an agent does not quallifies a misunderstanding."
"You're right. But being told that there's a extraction team at place in fact when there isn't, that does. I'm level eight, I'm entitled into information regarding the well-being of my team. You should have told me."
"Seems I didn't have to," Hand replied. "And what would that have changed, agent Coulson? You, yourself have arranged thousands of operations like this. You know how this works."
"Usually, with an extraction plan."
"Barton and Romanoff, they never have a extraction plan."
"They know that, going in."
"Agent Fitz is unproved in the field, and knowing would have caused him to lose focus or courage."
"That should have been my call," Coulson said.
"I wasn't sure you could comply. Your team includes a electronicly tagged non-agent, who is no tourist for leaking secrets. Which reminds me, how did you get this information again?"
"I know what the safety of a thousand men is worth. I know the importance, of taking the overkill device out of play. But I also know MY men, and what they're worth! The decision to go in should have been theirs to make."
"Perhaps," Hand answered. "But you need to trust the system, agent Coulson."
She turned around, back to the screen, not being able to see the face Coulson send to her.