I am ... covered in blood. Is this my blood?
It can't be... I don't feel any pain.
Charlie and Peter are dead. They have shot them right next to me. I've also seen Agent Michaelson' body lying on the ground. He wasn't breathing.
Where am I? How many of us is still alive?
There were so many shots...so much blood. But there must be more. I can't be the only one.
Dad...Daddy where are you?
Stop it! Just STOP panicking! You were trained for this...
But it might just be a drill. The sickest, most terrifying drill ever. Shit...this is not a damn drill, and you know it.
Okay, what language is this? Arabic...its definitely Arabic. But what are they saying? Damn it, I should have listened in class.
They must have knocked me out and tied my arms and legs together. The blood is starting to dry on my clothes. We must be traveling for quite a while now. But where are they taking...wait...the vehicle just stopped.
- NO! LET GO OF ME!
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FanfictionIf your grandmother was the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. and you are raised by an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, you have no other choice but to become one. In the prologue: We pick up the story of Tyra Carter in 2003, right before graduating as the member of the...
