May, Tripp, Coulson and Sanchez were in Coulson his office, to oversee the situation. Creel had to be stopped, and fast.
"He couldn't have gone far. Local authorities have his description, road blocks are up," May said.
"Talbot's people are still out there," Coulson sighed.
"What did Creel at the bar?" Tripp asked.
"He was waiting for someone," May replied. "We just don't know if that person ever showed."
"We need a solution for Creel's powers, and we needed it yesterday. Sanchez?"
"He's an interesting- Oooh."
All her eyecolor disappeared from her eyes, so they could only see the white, and her hands were desperatly grabbing around, looking for something to hold on to.
"What the- Sanchez, are you-"
"Shut up, okay?! Just, shut up."
She looked like she was focussed on something, and after a few minutes, her eyes came back.
"Nyla, what was that?" Coulson asked.
"Vision... Creel is going nuts. The 0-8-4 is becoming a part of him. Literally. Jesus, I need a drink."
Within a blink, she had a small bottle in her hand, and started to drink. At the same moment, Skye came in.
"Do you remember that encrypted Hydra frequency we shut down? Well, it's back up."
"Someone's sending a message."
"A message for us, with a Phone number to call."
"Could be Creel," May suggested.
"Nope. He's to busy with freaking out. Gosh, my head."
She moaned, and took another drink from the little bottle.
"Yeah, what is the guy, lonely?"
"Doubt it, the guy is jacked," Skye replied. " And he can turn any body part into any material."
"If someone says the name Creel one more time, I swear, I'll put a bullet through his head."
"Damn girl," Tripp said. "You're as changeable as the weather, hm?"
"Just call the fricking number," Sanchez moaned.
Skye started dialing the number, while May went to Sanchez, who was still standing against the wall.
"You, with me, outside."
She grabbed Sanchez by her arm, and Sanchez didn't even give a reaction. Outside of the office, May looked her right in the eyes.
"What is going on with you? We've known you for a pretty long time right now, and something like this never happend before."
"You mean the spontanious visions that give me a massive headache and weird eyes?"
May made a face.
"Yeah, about that... This is the third time."
"Does your brother have them too?"
"For as far as I know, he doesn't, but he knows I have them. We've been to the tree for answers, but the tree, nor our creators gave an answer."
"When was the first one?"
"I guess... Two months ago? You can't tell Coulson.  Please say you won't tell him. And otherwise, I'll make you. We both know he isn't in the position to worry about my problems. Not now."
May rose an eyebrow.
"Oh, you thought I didn't know what the two of you do with eachother sometimes at night, in his office? What he needs so he won't go crazy? You've said it yourself, May. You've known me for a very long time. You should have known that I would have known."
May made a face again.
"For this one time, I agree with you. Coulson is not in the position to know. But when it happens again-"
"I know. I know," Sanchez sighed. "Then you're taking action. Okay. That's fine with me."

                                                                                      *

In their absence, Coulson had been talking to Raina, who had told him about a tracker in something what Creel had stolen from her. So right now, they were on the move. To catch him.
"The moment that tracker's frequency comes through, I want everyone on the move. When Creel's handing off the item to Hydra, we need to see to what that leads."
"What is Creel melts down again? The lab hasn't figure out a way to stop his powers, and Sanchez isn't an option," Skye answered.
"I heard that," Sanchez growled back.
"When he is an immediat threat to civilians, Tripp and Sanchez have the back-up plan."
"What kind of back-up plan?" Skye asked.
"Heavy duty com," they replied together.
"Will that work?" Skye asked.
"Can we get close enough to him, catch him off guard?"
Hunter had joined their little group in the hallway.
"Hopefully, we won't have to find out," Coulson replied.
"Where do you want me?" Hunter asked.
"It depends," Coulson answered. "Can you follow an order?"
"Absolutely, sir."
"You know what it is, part of me wants you here, running back end. Other part knows we need boots on the ground, and we got a few good pairs."
"I'll be good. Scout's honor."
Everyone looked at him.
"Please sir, I owe Hartley one. And Idaho."
Coulson looked at May.
"We could use him."
"Suit up," he said.
Everyone went to grab their gear.

                                                                                *
"Icers? Great, how do we get stuck with a non-legal option?"
Hunter was complaining about the fact they used Icers, instead of normal guns. Without them being aware of it, Sanchez was in the form of a streetdog outside, looking if she could find something interesting. When they heard scratching and a bark by the door of their little van, Skye looked up from her laptop.
"That should be Sanchez. The lab sended something, Mack and Fitz might have found a way to stop Creel's powers."
May opened the door, and a terrier pit bull jumped into the van.
"Really? A pitbull?" May asked. The dog barked, and took the form of Sanchez.
"I like pitbulls," Sanchez replied. "Creel's here, by the way."
"Tripp, are you in position?" May asked through coms.
"Locked, loaded and looking... Found him. He's got the package."
Skye runned face recognition, and they all knew that this was Creel his contact.
"Let the exchange happen. Skye, Hunter, follow the new player. May, Sanchez, stay with Creel, " Coulson ordered through coms. "Copy?"
"Copy."
"Copy."
"Copy."
At exactly the same moment, Hunter shot May, Skye, and Sanchez with an Icer. Sanchez, whose skin was bullet proof - for any kind of bullet,-  turned around, with a pretty mad expression on her face.
"Copy that, sir," Hunter said. Then he looked at Sanchez.
"I know your plan. Go! But try that one time again, and I might kill you."
"How lovely."