Facing Your Destiny [Book 2]: A Grant Ward FanFic

Chapter 5 - The Not So Double Agent.

A hen in the wolf house.

Tripp leads the way in a hallway at The Playground followed by May, Skye, Taylor and Hunter.

"Eight dead, six of them Navy." Tripp informed.

"All part of an anti-HYDRA unit." May added.

"Any idea what was used to carry out the attack?" Hunter asked.

"Nope. But the effects appear similar to those from The Obelisk." Skye told them.

"Which we must assume is in HYDRA's possession." Taylor added. They enter Coulson's office. There are multiple news fees up on the monitor but he's not paying attention to them.

"Heard back from your Navy contact?" May asked him.

"Radio silence." He replied.

"Any chance we could find a way in, maybe poke around a bit?" Taylor asked. He stands up from his desk.

"Entire fleet's closing ranks. These were their men." Coulson told them. They all turn around and look at the news fees on the monitor. "No one other than the CDC and Navy's top brass are setting foot in that room."

"What about Agent Simmons? She's inside HYDRA, any chance she has some intel?" Tripp asked

"Still waiting for her to make contact." Coulson replied.

"Sir, what is that?" Taylor asked. She's looking down at his desk where he carved the symbol, Coulson glances down at it as well.

"Uh, just sketches." He moves over a folder to cover the carving up then looks up at her. "If The Obelisk is back in play, we need to know what this writing means. Any progress on your end?" He aims the last bit at Skye.

"I put some feelers out to my Rising Tide contacts about the painting we recovered in Miami, and no one has ever seen anything like it." She told him.

"Keep looking, something will turn up." Coulson assured.

"What about the writings you've been giving me? Why don't you tell me your source and I'll follow up?" Skye requested.

"I'm afraid that's classified." Phil dismissed her.

"Well, you're the boss man. Maybe you could de-classify it." Hunter told him.

"I could. I won't." He replied.

"Why not?" Skye pushed.

"I already answered the question, Skye." Coulson warned.

"No, Phil you didn't. You skirted it. There's a difference." Taylor told him, getting frustrated. Tripp and Hunter share a surprised look at the sass Skye and Taylor are showing Coulson. He walks around the desk to stand in front of her with a very serious face.

"Then it's a difference I'm comfortable with, but if you two continue questioning my authority then you and I are gonna have a very different conversation. One you will not be comfortable with. Is that clear?" Coulson snapped.

"Yes, sir." Skye replies. She turns and walks quickly from the room. Taylor follows after her.

"Skye!" Taylor calls after her. Skye grabs the painting and walks up to the Bus. Hunter comes into their view as he reaches the bottom and runs into Skye. Skye, with the painting under her arm, pauses then readjusts her route to go around Hunter and up the stairs.

"Don't mind me just standing here." He says sarcastically. Mack is under one of the black SUVs working on it. Fitz stands outside the cargo area. Taylor sees Fitz talking to himself again so decides to go over and join him in his conversation.

"Hey Fitz." Taylor greets. Fitz goes a little red at the fact she heard him talking to his subconscious.

"Hey Taylor." Fitz replies.

"You're talking to yourself, right?" she asks. He looks down in embarrassment. "No, no. I don't think it's a bad thing, I just wondered what you were talking about, that's all." She smiles.

"Really?" Fitz checked. "No one else had seen it as a good thing".

"Yeah, it's the best person to talk to. No arguments, no disagreements. It's easier really." She reasons with him. "I'm not gonna lie to you though, I've looked inside your head. It's just as messy as everyone else's really. But I know you see Simmons." He looks at her, slightly alarmed. "It's good you picture someone. It makes it feel less weird."