Everything on the bus changed when the alarm went off.
"The cargohold ramp just moved up," Mack said.
"What the hell is happening?" Hunter asked.
This time... This time, even Sanchez didn't know.
"It is locking the exits all over the plane. The stabilisers... They're fried. The bus thinks we made an enemy, we're sealed in."
"Who's doing this?" Hunter asked.
"We're the only ones on the bus," Skye replied.
"Don't look at me, it wasn't me this time, I swear," Sanchez said.
"This is all happening automatically-"
"How?"
Fitz knew the answer. He had just found it in the wall.
"Uh... I think I know."
They saw the 'thing' into the wall. I't wasn't supposed to be there. Definitely.
"Somebody... We've been..."
"Sabotaged," Mack continued.
"Yeah. This is based on SHIELD's ... Tech. It means that the plane is...The plane will..."
While Fitz was looking for the right words, the roof above them started a stream of sparks, gave a few loud BANGS, and started to throw sparkles of electric energy around again. Everyone knew what that meant.
"That."
"The plane will explode?" Skye asked.
"Yup."

Fitz started to explain the plane issue, but because of his speaking issues... It didn't work out great. Sanchez felt sorry for him. She wanted to help him, maybe even as a translater (she listens to his thoughts, and speaks them out in full sentences) , but she knew he would hate that. He wanted to do this himself. And she would give him that opportunity.
"Maps system just blew," Trip said when he came into the briefing room.
"There you go."
Some virus was eating its way through the bus its system, and would destroy everything. They had to stop it. Right now.
"Screens, monitors, stabilisers... Next coms... Then it will go to-"
"The wings," Fitz said.
"Where the fuel is," Mack replied.
You did not needed to be a engineer, to know what that meant.
"So then we'll-"
"Boooooof."
They were screwed. O hell, they were screwed for sure.
"Hunter, with me."
Fitz took Hunter with him to the tech part of the plane, where it was filled with smoke, the sounds of alarms, and red looking lights.
"I thought you'd said you could do this!" Hunter yelled.
"Yes, I can! Or, I mean, I know how! Ehm... It's not... Ehm, it's not... just words, it's the hands... Controlling them. So, I can't use these, so I have to use yours," he said, grabbing Hunter his wrist.
"But, why does it have to be me?" Hunter asked. "Why not-"
"Because they are repairing the systems that have already gone boom!" Fitz replied. "We need to delay the virus, and you're the only one without-"
"Without mechanical skills whatsoever."
"Yes."
"Super. Just tell me what to do."
"Okay. This chip, it needs  to go in this empty space," Fitz explained, pointing at one of the chip portals.
"Okay, so this-"
"Yes."
"Okay, so, is that it, is the plane fixed now?"
A boom above their heads. That was definitely meaning a no.
"We still have the wires."
"Okay, this way-"
"No, NOO!" Fitz yelled. "Dear god, one mistake-"
"To the left?"
"To the right," Fitz said.
A boom.
"Oh no-"
"I think that's actually a good thing."
The normal light went back on. The alarms went off.
"And now, the plane is fixed," Fitz said. They both grinned. Hunter put his hand up for a high-five, and they started to grin again.

Somewhere entirely else, a woman with a damaged face entered the room, giving a piece of paper to the man behind the desk.
"I believe this message is for you. It is in german, and Bakshi said you would know what to do with it."
She left the room again, and the man opened the piece of paper.

Ich weiße wo und wie sie sind. Klick klock. Klick klock

He made a little pallet from the piece of paper, and realised he had another problem up on his sleeve. An old problem, from a lot of years ago.
Klick klock. Klick klock.
Complyance wouldn't work on her. He knew that.
He had more reasons to destroy her.