"So, the man had powers?" Coulson asked.
"We emptied our mags at the guy," Hartley told him. "It wasn't even blowing kisses."
"Haven't seen anything like it," Hunter said. "Usually, these encounters come with better financial compensation."
"Hunter."
"What?"
"Don't be yourself right now," Hartley hissed.
"What? You like me like this," Hunter grinned. "You two can both have your SHIELD traditions and nonsense, and personal reasons for being dedicated to the cause, but you've known me a long time, Izzy. I'm a kiss up in the morning."
Hartley looked a bit sour.
"He's not a big picture kind of guy."
"Sounds like my ex-wife."
"I can imagine."
Sanchez had appeared out of nowhere into the room. Hunter almost flew through the roof.
"Dear lord, is she doing that often?"
"Yeah, actually," Sanchez replied. "Ignore me. Continue."
May came in with a paper.
"DNA match."
"Carl Creel. He was on the index," Coulson said.
"More importantly, crossed of the index," May told them.
"Reason two-hundred and six," Sanchez sighed.
"SHIELD protocol, sometimes hostile gifted individuals are put down," Hartley said.
"And there goes two-hundred and seven."
"Aren't you going to stop?" Hunter asked. As an answer, Sanchez gave him a grin.
"Nope."
"Check who was the supervising agent," May continued to Coulson. When Coulson saw who it was... Well, he wasn't surprised. Nor were the others.
"John Garrett."
"He must have faked Creel's determination," May said. "Recruited him."
"Well, all we know he's Hydra."
"John Garrett, isn't that your old mate that went... You know, to the dark side?" Hunter asked.
"And a hell more then that," Sanchez replied.
"Definitely," Coulson continued. "And after that, he went nuts."
"And the man crossed almost all the inter galaxtical laws," Sanchez murmled. The part that Garrett was in custody by her brother, god of the death, and everything what is supposed to be dead... She left that part behind. That her brother was torturing the man for more informaton too.

                                                                                          *

The strings hadn't told her any lies today. Skye would be doing research to Coulson's carvings, and after that, she would have a talk with everyone their favorit person; Grant Ward, the traitor.
Sanchez... She had other plans. She prefered it to give him a visit before Skye would.
She had stolen an IPad somewhere, to have the control over Ward his private prison. When she went downstairs, the laser barrier that parted the two of eachother was white. He wasn't able to see her. The moment she removed it, she found him sitting on his bed, kind of surprised.
"You're new."
"Indeed I am, Mr. Ward," she replied. Of course, he hadn't recognised her in her new appearance.
She would have exactly ten minutes before they knew upstairs that something was going on in vault D.
"I've told Coulson I'll only talk to Skye. You're waisting your time."
"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. It's time we have a little talk, Mr. Ward. Nice scars on your wrists by the way. With a button, I assume?"
Ward looked up from his position. This... This conversation could be interesting.
"You looked up. I'll take that as a yes."
"I've said before, that I'm only willing to talk to Skye."
"That's... That is such a shame, Mr. Ward," she replied.
Abruptly, Ward moaned in pain, and pressed his hand to his abandomen.
"Maybe talking is easier for you when you have one kidney?  If you want to, I can also take the other
one."
Five minutes on the clock. If she wanted were she came for, she had to hurry.
But Ward... He remembered. He knew exactly to who he was talking.
"Nyla... I see you still have the same jokes."
He yelled in pain, and fell back on his bed.
"That was your appendix," Sanchez replied.
"Tell me what I want to know, or do I need to get in there?"

                                                                                   *

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"
For now... It was the other way around. Coulson was giving Sanchez a sermon this time.
"You came in here, all mad, and okay, I want to understand that. But without reason taking organs from a prisoner?  Have you left your brain on Asguard?!"
"I did what I had to do-"
"You knew I would send Skye to him so he would give us intel, and now, you've destroyed everything!"
"If you want intel, I can just get it from his-"
"I don't want your barbaric methods!" Coulson growled "There is so much you still have to learn about humanity, for gods sake. I bet my money he doesn't even want to give Skye-"
"She walked happily. So did Simmons. And so did Ward."
"Excuse me?"
"The day my brother and I left, darkness was coming upon all of you. Some of you were thrown into his arms, like Fitz, like you. But Simmons, Skye, and Ward... They walked in happily. And that's all I have to say about it. You won't kick me out because first, I know the location of your base, second, I am aware of the situation, and third, you'll need me. Now more then ever. And come'on, go up to your screen. Don't you have an interrogation to watch?"
Before Coulson could even give a response, she had left his office.

                                                                                        *

When Skye walked down the stairs, she could see Ward, protecting his eyes with his hands, against the light. He looked pretty good for a guy who just had been beaten up by Sanchez.
"Such a shame she hasn't taken your heart. Would have given all the money in the world to witness that. Unless you don't have one of course. Wouldn't be surprised about that too."
He was dressed in grey, had a beard... It had been a while since Skye had seen him. Since the day they had taken him in.
"I told Coulson weeks ago, I was willing to talk to you. To give you intelligence. Why now?"
She ignored his question.
"Carl Creel, Garrett reported him dead, turns out he's alive, do you have any information on that?"
"How have you been?"
Inside, Skye wished she could get Sanchez from upstairs, so she could take his lungs out. She wanted to walk away, but Ward said something.
"The name sounds familiar," he said. "Do you have a picture?"
She pressed some things on her IPad, and hold it in front of Ward his face. When he came to close to the barrier, the barrier lighted up. That was the moment she saw the scars on his hands.
"Coulson didn't tell you? I went through a... Rough stretch. First pair of pants they gave me had a button on the back. They took that away. But, you fold a piece of paper just right, it gets sharp, and when they took that away, I started running against the walls."
"You should have ran faster."
"I tried all that. When I came back from my sedation, I was clear headed. Accepting. Who I am, what I've done, and that. I see your arms are a diffrent story. I see May's training you. Doing your left side first, because you're right handed, smart."
"I'm gonna say this once," Skye replied. "I'm not gonna believe one word that comes out of your mouth. But if one single word is about anything else then the question I'm asking, I walk."
Ward threw his hands in the air.
"Okay," he said. "Creel was a boxer, nicknamed the crusher. Turns out everything has a glass jaw, when you have iron fists under your gloves. Garrett thought he would be an asset. Now, once Creel touches an substance, he can absorb it, and somehow, conciousley, it forms the molecules of his body, but he wouldn't tell us how. But he enjoys the way it feels. Almost as much as killing."
"You two must have gotten along great," Skye said. "Well, this was fun, but pointless, because we have already figured that stuff out. If you know where to find him-"
"Wait. When Hydra was comunicating with SHIELD, they were using a white noise between SHIELD's channels, to send messages. SHIELD might be gone, not those frequenties. If Hydra is giving comments to Creel, that'll be how."
"We'll see."
"It's true, like every word I'll say to you for the rest of my life. I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just want to help you. And when that information proves true, I hope you'll come back. There is so much I wanna tell you-"
Skye pressed a button, and Ward had disappeared behind a white wall.