Agent Hill: New Beginnings

chapter twenty

I should have known, I should have known by now that I can't rest.

Life appears to hate the concept and refuses to allow me to rest to even readjust to being back on earth, or simply just breathe in the fresh air.

The material is vial, choking me as the 'officers', continue to roughly lead me through a building, distinctively unlike a police station.

It has mould etching the walls and the prominent stench of death sticking to just about everything. Coming across a chair I am roughly forced to sit down, whilst they cuff me to the chair.

The grim smile they send me makes my stomach churn, as one of the officers, crouches down to my level before reaching to the side of my face and taking the gag from my mouth allowing my exasperated breaths to become more audible.

"Hello, Ms Hill, I am sorry for the rash introduction but my Employer is interested in your endeavour" A man speaks, stepping from behind a corner, out of the shadows he walks further into the light.

The tall man, wearing a well-fitting suit with a neat tie and pocket square, made me scrunch my nose wrestling slightly with my restraints, the wealth and power portrayed by this man are not comforting.

He chuckles, re-adjusting his glasses before gesturing to the man still kneeling in front of me. "I believe I requested you to bring her here, not drag her here like a caged animal" The man jokes, making the officers feel guilty.

"Well, don't just stare at me, uncuff her. This was and is going to be a pleasant discussion, no need for the restraints" I feel my confusion becoming apparent as I watch the officer undo his work, beginning to take the handcuffs off of me. After doing so I cradle my wrists in my lap looking down at the red, angry marks left behind.

"Excuse me, but- and excuse my language by who the fuck are you?" I ask, standing up despite the dire situation which can turn south quite quickly. The officer reflexively grabs at my arm roughly, his nails digging into my skin as he pulls me backwards, away from the man in the suit.

Sighing the man once again tells the officer to let go of me. Then proceeds to stand in front of me, his hands clasped in front of him, smiling forcefully, trying to feign politeness.

"Please Ms Hill, have a seat, then we can begin"

Huffing I take a seat and stare at him expectantly, also trying to build up my figure as someone with power. Which he no doubt sees through as he smiles, eyebrows lifting. "Ms Hill, I am James Wesley, and my employer wants to know where you sourced such technology seen in your aircraft?"

Furrowing my brows I chuckle, waving my hand dismissively at my actions. "I'm sorry, it's just- the crash just happened and you already want to harp on the aircraft?"

"Well, my employer-"

"Who is your employer? And why couldn't he be here?" Wesley smiles bitterly looking down at his hands as he adjusts the sleeves of his suit. "Ms Hill," Said with disdain before looking back up at me. "You'd find my presence more preferable than dealing with my employer, now please, answer my questions," he says. Going to attest again before I see the glimpse of his handgun protruding from inside his blazer's pocket, making me bite down my tongue.

'Remember when I said don't do anything stupid? Yeah don't get yourself killed in a dodgy ass building, just bluff... lie if you have to just get the fuck out of there' Mal warns hastily.

"The aircraft was an old SHIELD model which I took the liberty upon myself to modernise and bring to life, sadly, the blueprints and materials were all destroyed by SHIELD after the production of the aircraft" I lie, hoping I will somehow be able to corroborate my story when I get back to SHIELD, so this asshole won't come after me again.