I'm Grant Ward

Chapter 136: Skye's Fall

The missing train was a mystery in itself, but Coulson, May, and Ward were focused on locating their companions. When they finally found Simmons waking up in an abandoned luggage compartment, it was obvious that something terrible had happened.

"Simmons, are you okay?" Coulson asked, kneeling beside her, his concern evident.

Simmons was visibly disoriented, touching her head with a shaking hand.

"I... I don't know what happened," she said, her voice weak. "We were on the train, and then there was an explosion. I lost consciousness. Where are Fitz and Skye?"

Coulson exchanged glances with May and Ward. If Simmons was there, alone and unaware of the whereabouts of the others, Fitz and Skye could be in danger. They needed to act fast.

"We'll find them," Ward promised, already preparing to follow the trail left by Fitz and Skye.

May, always calm and analytical, noticed a trail of tire tracks leading from the train towards a nearby road.

"It looks like someone took something—or someone—from here. We have to follow this trail," she said, pointing to the dirt road.

Coulson quickly agreed.

"We need to locate Fitz and Skye. Let's follow this trail."

Meanwhile, in another part of the field, Fitz and Skye watched from afar as the mysterious package was loaded into a black car. They were hidden behind some trees, watching the movement carefully.

"That's it. The package," Fitz said, whispering to Skye, who was at his side, her eyes fixed on the operation. "They're going to take it somewhere. What are we going to do?"

Skye frowned, determined.

"We're going to follow them. We can't let this get away," she replied, already planning her next steps. "I'm going to go in and see what they're transporting. You're in charge of sabotaging the cars. We need to buy time."

Fitz hesitated for a moment, worried about Skye's plan.

"Alone? Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Skye gave him a small smile, trying to show confidence, even though she knew the danger was real.

"Trust me, Fitz. I'll be fine. Just take care of the cars."

They watched as the car, along with its occupants, headed towards a nearby village. Taking advantage of the guards' distraction, Skye slipped silently into the building where the package was being taken, while Fitz went to the vehicles, carefully sabotaging the engines.

Inside the village, Skye advanced through the corridors silently. Her heart beat rapidly as she approached a large room, hearing voices echoing through the building. Upon entering a large room, her eyes widened when she saw a hyperbaric chamber in the center. Inside it, Mike Peterson was seriously injured and unconscious.

Skye gasped silently. Mike was alive, but he seemed to be in bad shape. Her leg had been lost on the last mission, but what shocked her the most was seeing Ian Quinn and his men standing next to the chamber, attaching a high-tech prosthetic to what was left of Mike's leg.

"No..." Skye whispered in disbelief.

She hid behind a stack of boxes, watching the scene as Quinn spoke to his associates.

"He'll make a perfect soldier," Quinn said, her voice thick with self-confidence. "This prosthetic is just the beginning. Let's show the Farseer how far we can go."

Skye knew she had to act, but before she could come up with a plan, Quinn's gaze fell straight on her.

"We have company," he said, smiling cruelly.

Before Skye could react, Ian Quinn pulled out a gun and fired twice. The bullets hit Skye square in the stomach, and she fell to the ground, her body shaking in pain as blood began to spread around her.

"Skye!" Fitz shouted from afar, hearing the gunshots as he sabotaged the cars.

Mike Peterson woke up. His cybernetic eye activated automatically, and he received a clear order through the implant:

"Eliminate hostile threats."

He stood up, still unsteady on his new leg, but his increased strength quickly became evident. With a roar of rage and pain, Mike brutally attacked the Italian mercenaries who were transporting the package, taking them down one by one. However, he did not notice Skye, seriously injured, downstairs.

Outside, Coulson, May and Ward heard the gunshots and quickened their pace, finding Fitz near the sabotaged cars.

"What's going on?" Coulson asked, clearly worried.

"Skye... she came in alone and I heard gunshots!" Fitz replied, panicked.

The team ran into the villa, and within minutes, they found Ian Quinn, who was trying to escape. Coulson was the first to act, knocking Quinn down with a well-aimed blow.

"Where's Skye?" Coulson demanded, furious, pressing Quinn against the wall.

— Downstairs... but I think it's too late already — Quinn replied, smiling evilly.

When Coulson, Ward, Fitz and Simmons finally come down way to the basement, everyone's hearts sank. Skye lay on the floor, covered in blood, unconscious.

"No!" Simmons shouted, running to Skye, already grabbing his medical tools. "She's losing too much blood!"

Ward and Coulson helped lift Skye while Simmons quickly checked her vital signs. She acted instinctively, ignoring the desperation around her.

"We need to get her into the hyperbaric chamber," Simmons said, his voice shaking. "That might be the only thing keeping her alive until we get to the shuttle."

Wasting no time, Coulson and Ward picked up Skye and carefully placed her in the chamber, activating the systems. The soft sound of the machine filling the compartment with pressurized air brought temporary relief, but the panic had not subsided. Everyone knew it was only a temporary measure.

The ride back to the shuttle was silent and tense. Skye was in critical condition, and Simmons and Fitz were doing everything they could to stabilize her. Ward stared out the window, clearly shaken by the situation. He always stood his ground on missions, but seeing Skye in that state affected him deeply.

Coulson stood next to the airlock, his eyes fixed on Skye. He felt helpless. All he wanted was to protect her, and now, she was on the brink of death.

"She'll survive, right?" Fitz asked, breaking the silence. There was a mix of hope and fear in his voice.

Simmons looked at him, but didn't answer right away. She knew the situation was too serious for empty promises.

"We're doing the best we can," she replied, her voice soft and somber. "But... she's lost a lot of blood. We need to get her to a specialized medical center as soon as possible."

May, always the rock of the team, was in the cockpit piloting the shuttle at high speed, doing her best to get them to their destination as quickly as possible. But even she felt the gravity of the situation. She had seen many comrades fall in combat, but Skye's fall seemed to weigh more heavily.

The team was heartbroken. They knew Skye's life was hanging by a thread, and a sense of helplessness filled the air on the bus. Everyone wondered what they could have done differently to prevent this.

Coulson, feeling the responsibility as a leader, stood beside Skye, his expression filled with worry and guilt.

"I'm not going to lose you, Skye," he whispered, clenching his fists as he stared at her, hooked up to life support.

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