In the middle of a small park, next to a building, two men were having a conversation, invisible for others.
"Now listen to me. It's spreading all over, I can barely contain it."
"Pass me the case, and I'll help you."
"Help me, and I won't do to you what I did to the waitress."
"Calm down Mister Creel. Take a deep breath, and clear your mind.  Remember your training. Remember, compliance will be rewarded," The smallest one of the two said.
The other one took a deep breath, and the strange mark on his right arm disappeared.
"I am happy to comply," he said.
"Good. Very good."
The tinted man of the two stood up from the bench, and he wanted to take the case next to it, but rumour behind them pulled his attention. An idiot with a snipergun ran to a hotdog stand, and started pointing at them. When the idiot fired the shot, he made the call, and ran away from his meetingspot with Mr. Creel. Mr. Creel on the other hand, had decided to go into defence, ricocheted the bullet, and started chasing the man who had fired a shot at him.

"EVERYBODY OUT, MOVE!!!"
Hunter ran for his life, chased by an  substance absorbing maniac. Creel ran through the doors (unfortunately, they were made of glass) , and started to fight Hunter with an Iron arm.
Hunter took a fire extinguisher from the wall, and emptied its content in Creel his face. When the extinguisher was empty, he hit Creel with it, but the man threw him off like he was a filty mosquito.
He was stuck in a corner right now, and Creel came in his direction, with an arm covered in 0-8-4 stone.
"I'm gonna show you the real hell."
Creel growled in pain. Coulson rammed Fitz' special device into Creel his back, and Creel transformed into one of the victims of the 0-8-4.
"Scout's honor? You were never a boy scout, were you?"
Hunter looked like he wanted to cry and to laugh at the same moment.

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She smiled proudly, when she grabbed the case, and left around the corner. Finally, she had it. She had the thing what would help her to know, what she would become. At least... It would help her, in the right direction.
"Do you have some candy for me?"
She had been walking with small, self assured steps, but- A little, red haired child had grabbed her dress. She had to be something like four years old. Or five at least.
"I'm sorry, little one. I don't have candy for you."
The little girl smiled.
"That's okay, Raina. I know you will have some. Later."
Raina blinked. The little girl was gone.
She continued walking.

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Hey everyone! I'm sorry this is a short one, I had to kinda fit it in. You'll figure it out later. Now, I have a question for you. Certain things in this story (also, see the season one story) didn't happen like they were supposed to in the series. Which events were this? Find out, and you have the first clue to the plan of Sanchez...