The Tales of a New S.H.I.E.L.D. | Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. [BOOK 1]

Chapter 5: What We Seek For

LOCATION: SOUTH BEACH, MIAMI, FLORIDA

Along the shores of South Beach, Hunter strolled along with an unfamiliar woman, hand in hand. "I should really be getting ready for the party. Besides, I thought you said you wanted time in the ocean."

Hunter halted and drew her closer. "I've seen it all—fish, waves—whatever. I've found something far more captivating."

Pulling her closer, he smiled at her before they kissed. During the kiss, his hand slipped into her purse unnoticed. A scooter approached on the beach road, and Hunter extended something toward Monica, who drove the vehicle. She reached out, grabbing a flash drive attached to a chain from him as he watched her depart. Monica glanced back over her shoulder, catching Hunter's wink, before turning forward again with a smile.

"The rabbit's in the hutch. I'm on my way."

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The scooter ascended the ramp toward the parked Bus. Monica halted, removed her helmet, dismounted, and climbed the stairs. "I think we'll make it," she said, tossing the flash drive Hunter had given her to Skye, while her eyes searched for Trip, who emerged behind Skye.

"Hunter did a good job distracting Gabriel Soto's executive assistant," she mentioned, and Skye plugged the flash drive into her laptop as Trip assisted.

"Oh, I bet he did," Trip replied, observing a spreadsheet with names and figures of $25,000 on Skye's screen. "Damn. Tickets cost $25,000?"

"Each. Which is why I'm going for the five-finger discount," Skye quipped, tapping a few keys.

"Copy that. We're pulling up now," Mack's voice chimed in as cars arrived outside a luxurious house.

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Mack walked in front of a Rolls Royce and opened the back door on the passenger side, where Coulson emerged, looking very un-Coulson-like, unusually relaxed.

"Sir, notice the car? 1962 Rolls, restored it myself." Mack beamed with pride, as Coulson smiled. "Thank you," Coulson replied, suiting his new demeanor. "I noticed. Still not letting you work on Lola."

"In time, sir. In time," Mack smiled.

A high-heeled foot extended from the car followed by a very fancily dressed May. Coulson held out his hand and she took it, allowing him to pull her from the car. "This is fun, right?

She shot him a look so intense that if looks could kill, he'd be dead by now. He held up his arm for her to see. "Look, cufflinks."

He gives her a grin which she does not return. "I will pay you $500 right now for a pair of flats."

His smile faltered a bit but he kept it.

"Good luck, sir." Mack wished him as Coulson held out his elbow to May, she put her hand through it and he led them away after a very deep sigh. It was so not May's forte, playing dress up and fake smiling. She hated it. Yet she had to, because Coulson being Coulson had wanted to be in the field for this mission, and she had to go along with him. After all, what would he do without her?

They plaster on their fake smiles and away they went. Mack closed the door and monitored after them. They walked to a small desk set up outside the house where a guard was waiting. "Identification, please,"

"Of course." He held out a license as May looked at Coulson. "Charles, you've got mine, right?"

He reached into his wallet and pulled out a second ID. "Yes."

May gave the guard a wicked smile. "I like making him carry my things, gives him purpose."

Coulson chuckled. "Plus, that way I know she can't take off without me."

The guard set both of their IDs face down onto a scanner.

"Oh, well, you never know when a better offer might come along, right?"

The Man watched them scan in and May shot a look to the monitor. Two IDs popped up, with Coulson as Charles Martin and May as Heidi Martin.