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

The Bridge (50)

Here we go again folks :) Enjoy

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"Hey."
Skye closed her laptop, when May came to her.
"Coulson told me you were helping to... You know. Find my long lost folks. So... Thanks. I'm glad you're honest with me. It means a lot."
May kept staring at her, without giving any response.
"Right, I can tell you're really into this," Skye said. "Uhm, I have done a lot of the heavy lifting already, came up with a short list, I thought you-"
"We're on a mission, Skye," May said. "Is this why you called me here?"
"No. I was just working on this while I waited for you. I called, because I found something about Po."
"Show me."
They both went to the briefing room, where Sanchez joined them.
"Po only had one vistior, during his imprisonment," Skye told them. "You notice the outfit? Miles said a girl in a flowerdress asked him to hack SHIELD. This can be the came girl."
"It is, actually," Sanchez said. "One of my sources has seen her around during our time in China."
"Can we hear the conversation?" May asked.
"That's the bummer there was no audio, but it's not a total loss. I was able to use SHIELD's lip-reading program-"
Sanchez rolled her eyes, being slightly irritated.
"because we have one of those!"
Now it was May, who gave her a look.
"It didn't work on the girl because she never looks up at the camera, but Po did once and it caught this-"
 "The Clairvoyant does not like to be touched," a computer generated voice sounded.
"I wrote that down, so we don't have to hear that again. Ever," Skye said.
"The clairvoyant..."
"And so we meet again," Sanchez mumbled.
"Does this mean anything to you?" May asked.
"I see, hear, and know everything," Sanchez said cold.
"Hey... That's Raina," Mike said. He stood in the entrance of the briefing room.
"You know her?" Skye asked.
"Yeah. She recruited me for centipede. Came up to me at the hospital were I did my back therapy. Part of the blue. Told me she could change my life."
"Hell she did," Sanchez said. She left the room, and went to the cockpit. It did not even took ten minutes before May had followed her.
"What do you know?" She asked.
"Everything and nothing. But I can tell you that this clairvoyant is gonna be a real pain in the ass."
"You told me that we shouldn't let Coulson doing things on his own. What do you meant?"
"He opened up to Ward. When being in Lola to that girl on the university, he told him about her. His cellist. And their going to call in... Right now."
They went back to the briefing room, where Skye was having a talk with Coulson over the intercom.
"We're running her through our systems, maybe we can get an idea, but we're guessing she's Centipede's recruiter, and possibly latest recruit."
"Three centipede soldiers died by a prison to lock him out. He's their number one drab-pic."
"But why him?"
"Centipede is making more soldiers," Coulson replied. "Maybe they want Po to coordinate them, lead them."
"His background is tactical strategy," May said. "He fits the bill."
"So, these guys have supersoldiers, a tactical strategist, and a clairvoyant who can see the future. Anyone else thinking about switching teams?"
"They don't have a clearvoyant," Sanchez said.
"Sanchez is right," Coulson answered Skye her question. "They couldn't have a psychic. They're not on the index. They're a myth."
"So is Thor," she murmled.
Sanchez rolled with her eyes. Again.
"Maybe it's an alias. Run it through our databases, see if anything pops up. Ward is approaching Hayward's sister now."
Over the intercom, they could hear Ward, starting a talk with the sister.
"Laura Hayward?"
"That's me."
"Sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me out."
"I hope so to you."
"I'm looking for your brother, Brian. Have you seem him lately?"
"Ehm... I'm sorry. Who are you?"
"Ah. Dan Filch, high estate gaming comission."
Silence.
"We're trying to contact Brian, to tell him the good news."
"He won the lotery," she said unbelievely.
"Fifty thousand dollars," Ward replied.
"Really?"
"Hm."
"And you're looking for him? Don't you guys want to keep the money?"
"Sure, but we have at least to try to contact the winners, before the ticket expires. Your brother's does in six days. So, if you know where he is-"
"I don't," she replied quickly. "Sorry, we're not close. I haven't spoken to him since he got back from Afghanistan."
"Well, now you have a reason to. Fifty-thousand reasons, actually. So, let us know when you hear from him."
"Okay."

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"It's nice to cut my own meal again."
The touch of a silver dinner knife felt good, in the hand of Edison Po. Oh, he was a very lucky man. The clairvoyant had seen enough in him, to free him from his imprisonment.
"The steak was good?"
"Overcooked. And the ambiance..."
"We're not here for the decor," the girl in the flowerdress said. They weren't for nothing in a deserted barrack.
"We've stabelised the serum, out of the implant. And now, we need the clairvoyant's help, to finding the key to stage three."
"I've asked before. The clairvoyant has trouble seeing the man you're looking for, and his weaknesses."
Raina her face had a slight shade of disappointness.
"I don't mean to upset you," Po said. "It's the way of things."
"This is what's upsetting me," Raina told him. She showed him her tablet, with pictures of the team, during the operation in China.
"This SHIELD team has destroyed two of our operations. We move every few days now. To be safe."
Po looked at everything in front of them. One of the labs, specially made for their soldiers.
"Which causes challenges for our maintenance problems. We can't overstade the toll it asks from our soldiers. They're drained after every mission. Our men need regular injections, constant upkeep. Difficult, when SHIELD has us on the run."
"Then, it's time to stop running," Po said.
"I haven't told you about my largest issue of worry," Raina said. She pressed a few things on her tablet, and showed Po a few pictures of Sanchez.
"According to my sources, she's a level six agent. But-"
"The clearvoyant has told me about her. He has never heard of her, while she has a rich history."
"She uses latin spells. Not every simple person can do that."
"I know. The clearvoyant wants to end her."
Raina smiled.
"I'll bet our soldiers will do that with pleasure."

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Someone knocked on the door of Mike's "improvised" room.
"Come'in!"
Skye came in.
"Oh. It almost looks... Homey," She said.
"Is that Ace?" She asked, looking at a photograph in Mike his hands. He gave the picture to her, and she started to smile.
"What a cutie. He must be so proud of you. His dad, working for SHIELD. Which he can't know with everything being classified."
"It's alright. He knows I'm working," Mike said. "Called him on his birthday, and gave him all 'the heros of New York' action figures."
"Nice," she replied.
They were both silent for a moment.
"Are you two close?" She asked.
"We're a team. I do anything for this little guy."
"It's gotta be the best feeling," Skye said. "Someone looking up to you. Who wants to grow up to be just like you."
"Yeah. Looks like he's growing fast, though."
The door opened, and Coulson came in.
"You said you wanted your shot. Here it is."
Coulson gave him his clothes.
"I won't let you down," Mike said.
Coulson said nothing, while he left the room.