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

The Bridge (51)

Sanchez didn't know what to do. Puke, or jump out of the bus. Mike had his suit on for the first time, and Fitzsimmons acted like parents whose child goes to school for the first time.
But that wasn't her issue right now. Instead of Coulson, she was going into the field this time. He was operating from out of the bus.
How she had managed that?
Well... Sometimes, an emergency allows you to break the law.
"Having powers is cheating," Ward said. "But the suit is pretty cool."
Sanchez rolled her eyes. Gosh, when was the mission briefing coming?
"Hayward's cellphone has been traced to a abandoned factory by eight miles from here," Coulson said while coming down the stairs.
"Probably Centipede's new lab," Ward suggested.
"Surely been there M.O. We destroy one factory, they set up another, putting us back to square one. This time, we want answers."
"Means we're going quiet," May said. "Minimal damage to the facility and the people inside."
"Ward, May, you're going in through the west entrance. Mr. Peterson and Sanchez will enter through the loading dock. You'll run the op from outside," He said to Fitzsimmons and Skye.
"We're doing this just us? We've been playing wack-a-mole with these guys since Ward picked me out of my van. Shouldn't big SHIELD sending us back-up?"
"Trust me. They already did," Coulson said.
"Lets move," May demanded. They all left into the cars, leaving the bus.

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Location: Oakland, Canada
Time: Early in the afternoon

"Are we alone here?" Sanchez asked.
"The only signatures we're reading are yours," Simmons said from out of the van.
"But there's a weird electronic signal, I'm trying to isolate it," Skye said.
"Good," Sanchez said. "That's good."
Mike, who was walking behind Sanchez, wasn't sure if he should be pleased, being here with her. He would love it to do this op with everyone else, instead of her.
"It looks empty to me," Ward said. "Are we too late?"
"Fitz, call Hayward's number," Coulson demanded.
They heard a ringtone. It came out one of the containers.
"Let this be a lesson, Peterson," Sanchez grinned. "Do you hear that sound? That sound is the sound of a party, which is calling for our attention."
Immediately, the doors flew open, and they were standing against one of the centipede soldiers.
"Oh please, go ahead," Sanchez said. "He's all yours. I want to see your way of fighting in the field."
The soldier swinged the container to them, and Mike took him with ease, being sure for the full one-hundred procent that he would rather to this with anyone else instead Sanchez.
"Nice catch."
"Was that a compliment?"
"Of course it was!" Sanchez yelled.
They heared the sound of opening doors, and they knew Ward and May were having company theirselves.
Sanchez fired a shot with the night-night gun on their soldier, and he passed out for a second. But it didn't take long, before he was back by conciouness.
"Sir, are we having permission to go all Badr-Hari on these guys?" She asked over the com to Coulson.
"Only if necessary."
Mike started a fight with the soldier, while Sanchez noticed more company was coming.
"Told you," she grinned. "The party has called for us."
She started a hand to hand fight with two soldiers, while Mike tried to get rid of the other one. The soldiers who had attacked May and Ward, they had - to use the vocubalary of Sanchez - 'kicked their butts,' and they were coming for Mike and Sanchez. Mike just had finished his soldier, when the others came, and one of them stabbed him right under his shoulder.
Ward and May were with them right now, and Sanchez knew two things for sure:
-Her headache had became more worse.
-She would kill every single centipede soldier she would see from this day on.
She left her two soldiers, and went to Mike, who was trying to handle the knife under his shoulder, and the soldier at the end of the handle.
"Sanchez, what is happening?" Coulson asked.
"Ehm, if you don't mind sir, I'm a little busy right now. So are the others."
Another soldier came, tried to attack, and while Sanchez took Mike his old attacker, Mike punched the other with an iron stick. The other soldiers decided it was better to leave the building right now.
Or they were ordred to leave. Sanchez guessed the last.
"Who's behind centipede?" Sanchez asked to the soldier left on the ground. He wasn't able to walk anymore.
"WHO'S DOING THIS?!" She shouted.
"I won't say anything," he said desperately, to someone or something invisible.
"I promise."
The view in his eyes changed.
"NO! Please, no-"
His head fell aside. The bloodvains in his eyes had broken.
Or better: Someone had made the vains in his eyes explode.

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In a car, on a entire diffrent place, two persons looked at a tablet.
"That's Mike Peterson. One of our first objects," a female voice said.
"He hasn't been injected with the serum in a while, but he still has his powers."
"No," the man next to her said. "What he has, is your key to stage three."

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"The one on the left is Akeela Amador's, Hayward's is on the right."
While Simmons took care of Mike his injuries, Fitz tried to explain the others about their problem.
Hayward had had the same in his eye as Akeela had, only much more... Developed.
"So, Centipede has also designed the eye-impland?" Coulson asked.
"These guys are serious multi-taskers," Skye said.
"Who's Akeela Amador?" Mike asked.
"Former SHIELD agent. The first person we encountered with this technology. Good agent, who was forced to do some bad things."
"We helped her," Simmons murmled.
"Kind of pattern with you guys," Mike replied. "So then... The soldiers in the warehouse were forced to attack us, through that eye thing?"
"They were getting orders," Coulson responded. "And when the tide turned in our favor, centipede flipped Hayward's kill switch, told the other guys to run. Can you track the eye feed like before, find their location?" He asked Skye.
"Nope. They upgrated since Amador, their feed is untraceable now."
"Their technology keeps advancing in a disturbingly rapid pace... They must have endless man power, resources..."
"And someone with a fat wallet."
"Po's the strategist. Raina's the recruiter. Perhaps this Clairvoyant's the money," Simmons said.
"That makes sense. If I could see the future, I'd go straight to Las Vegas," Fitz replied.
"Who ever is behind this may not be psychic, they're one step ahead of us every time. Sanchez, check your connections. I want to be sure that there isn't a psychic. I need to update to HQ. This  is bigger than we thought."
Coulson went upstairs, to his office, and after ten minutes, Sanchez entered his office, without even knocking on the door.
"If you ever treat Mike like that again while being in the field, I'll make sure your brother throws you from the plane. Ten times. I bet even you don't like that."
"I am going to act like I didn't hear that," she said.
"Before I'll tell you about my personal issues; There isn't a clearvoyant. At least, there isn't one in Centipede. Second: I think we should ask our Spanish friend 'agent Borguez' back on the plane. Let us say.. You've updated to HQ, and they send him as an answer."
Coulson rose a eyebrow.
"Why would you have your brother back on the bus?"
"He's more specialised in the eye technology then me, so he can help me on that when I need to know some stuff about that, and-"
"Reasons you can't tell?"
"Indeed."
She sighed.
"Now... Something else."
Her head was throbbing.
"By the day, my headache became far more worse, what can cause me, being a real pain in the ass. Just that you know."
"Thank you."
She left his office, with Coulson right behind her, but from the stairs, they saw Skye, crying in her bunk, ripping some papers apart.
"Just for the record. The girl should stop looking. Really."
Coulson looked at her, not aware of what she meant. She only rolled her eyes, and left to her bunk.