Chapter 4

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May's POV
I knocked on the door. A young women answered it. She peeked out at us. She had light brown hair. Her eyes were blue. She was wearing simple jeans and a blue t-shirt.

"Sally Jackson?" Coulson asked.

She nodded, "That is I."

"We're here to ask you a few questions about your son, Percy." He answered.

"Who are you guys?" She asked.

He opened up his suit and pulled out his shield badge, "We're with shield." He showed her his badge, "I'm Director Coulson this is Agent May." He gestured towards me.

With a straight face I nodded slightly. She looked unpleased about the gesture. She looked at Skye and Trip waiting to be introduced.

"This is Agent Skye," He motioned towards Skye, "and Triplet."

He stepped forward, "Call me Trip if you want." He held out his hand for her to shake.

She took it and turned back to Coulson, "What does my son have to do with shield?"

"We would like to talk to you about the, um," I looked at Coulson for support, "incidents that your son caused."

She sighed, "Come in. Would you like to have a drink?" She stepped aside leaving a gap for us to fit through.

I walked in first and took my place in the corner and crossed my arms. Coulson looked around inspecting the room. Skye smiled sweetly to Sally.

"No thanks we'll be fine." She said politely.

Trip walked in after her, "Nice home you have here, Ms. Jackson."

I had to agree. She had the kitchen to my left. It was a simple stove, fridge, sink, and counter fixture. The ceiling was painted white and she and tiled floors. I was standing in the living room. A dining table was placed in front if the tv.

The wall where painted an ocean blue color and paintings covered the wall. One of them caught my attention was a picture of a statue. At the bottom a white sign read:
Poker Player by Sally Jackson.

"Have a seat." Sally was saying.

"Thank you." Coulson said while sitting on the end of the table.

Sally, Skye, and Triplet took the other three chairs. Sally looked up at me, "Oh I'm sorry do you want to sit." She said while getting up.

I held up my arm, "No I'm fine."

"You sure?" She asked uncertainly.

I nodded, "Yes."

She sat down again, "Oh, yes, what do you want to know about my son?"

"We were hoping you knew where he was, do you?" Coulson asked.

She pondered on that, "If I did what will you do to him?"

We let Skye handle this one, "Ms. Jackson we won't hurt him. All we want to do is ask him a few questions and he'll be on his way." Skye said encouragingly.

She frowned, "Look I don't know where he is." She was obviously lying.

I leaned over to Coulson, "She lying."

He nodded, "Sally please tell us the truth. There's a thing that," He paused, "we can't explain but we believe that he can help us find it. Once we do the lives of many may be spared."

Her frowned deepened, "He got on a bus early this morning by know he should be along Main Street. He said there was something he had to take care of something."

"Do you know what that thing was?" Trip asked.

She hesitated, "That's for him to tell you. I'm not even sure but it's his personal life and I respect that."

She would be a great mother. I nodded to her, "Thank you, Ms. Jackson you might have save allot of lives." I said still with a straight face.

She nodded, "I hope you find what your looking for."

Triplet sighed, "Ya me too."

We all stood up. Triplet was the first to leave followed by Skye and Coulson. I walked toward the door but Sally grabbed my arm. She doubled checked to see if they were gone. I grew tense.

"Be careful around my son." She warned.

I studied her face, "We will, Ms. Jackson."

She nodded and let go if my arm. She back away. I walked out the door. She smiled and closed the door behind me. Coulson was in the hallway he raised his eyebrows.

"What'd she say?" He asked.

"To be careful with her son." I said causally.

He nodded, "She's a good mother."

I shrugged pretending not to care. We walked into the elevator where Trip and Skye were waiting. They stepped back to make room for us. I watched the door and pulled out my sun glasses.

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