𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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Skye's POV
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Maria, Fitzsimmons and I are sitting in the lab. Maria and I reading through communications logs, almost falling asleep while Fitzsimmons are experimenting on the device-thingy. Yeah, I don't know what it is. Shocker.

"Gravitonium. It's an extremely rare high-atomic numbered element." Fitz tells us excitedly as if reading my mind.

"That powers the device." Simmons adds. "It's so extremely rare that most people didn't believe it existed, much less the theory that an isolated positive charge—"

"Would turn the flow from isotropic—" Fitz continues, only for me to cut him off.

"Guys, high-school dropout and communications agent here. How does the device work again?" I ask, leaning my head against Maria's shoulder.

"Well, Gravitonium distorts gravity fields within itself, causing an undulating, amorphous shape." Simmons starts. I still don't really get it, but I felt it earlier through it's vibrations and it was really strange. I've never felt anything like it before.

"Which causes these, um..." Fitz gestures to the screen. "Wiggly bits here, but when an electric current is applied, the Gravitonium solidifies. And those gravity fields erupt, randomly changing the rules of gravity around it." He explains simply. Maria and I nod, slightly understanding it, but not very well. "Well, so, now you can imagine what would happen to a big rig at 100 kilometers per hour. Or, uh, well, you could just remember, 'cause we saw it already, didn't we?"

"Yeah, and guess which genius published every theory about Gravitonium and possible applications... years go?" Simmons asks.

"Dr. Franklin Hall." Maria and I say at the same time. We turn to each other, smiling a little but then turn back to Fitzsimmons.

"Yes."

"Correct." They say at the same time. "And Dr. Hall attended the University of Cambridge at the same time as Ian Quinn." Fitz tells us.

"Coulson may be off on this. Quinn is a notoriously good guy. His charity endowment's something like $8 billion." I tell them, frowning.

"Yes, with money made from leeching the earth of its resources. Looks like he's dug up another." Simmons sighs.

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Maria's POV
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"The man's a prisoner, and it's up to us to get him out." Coulson says as we all stand around the briefing table, making a plan to rescue Dr. Hall.

"We've checked the specs. There's no way into Quinn's compound without a large S.H.I.E.L.D. strike force or a man inside. He's got neodymium laser fencing surrounding the property." Ward tells us.

"They'll never allow a strike force into Malta. Plus, this weekend, Quinn worldwide's got its annual shareholders gathering. We'd risk global outrage, but..." Coulson trails off.

"If we go in alone..." May continues.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. can disavow us, claim ignorance." He sighs.

"Without a man inside, it's impossible, unless you're immune to pulse laser emissions." I say, putting my arm around Skye's waist, watching as she pulls out her phone and starts typing. I don't know what she's doing but I do know that she has an idea. Hopefully it's not as bad as her last one...