S.H.I.E.L.D is Real {Agents of SHIELD Fanfic}

1 || 3 H Green || 1

The body before me slumped to the ground. 7. That was the seventh person I've killed in a week just to say goodbye to Green.

I sighed deeply and tried to slow my racing heart as my chest pumped up and down with air. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, pushing back the a brown strand of hair that had come lose from my ponytail.

I let out a shaky sigh. Took out a handkerchief from my pocket and rubbed away from hands a red substance that I wanted to pretend was ketchup. My hands still looked tainted when I tossed the soaking wet handkerchief.

The knife I had used to kill the man was dripping so I tossed it aside as well. This time I pulled out a gun from the holster belt around my waist. I didn't raise it, only held it at my side.

The abandoned warehouse was silent, almost too silent. It gave me the creeps and the high windows displayed that the sun was just starting to swoop towards the horizon. The light around me started to dim as the day faded slowly into night. I won't have long. Just long enough to say goodbye. And leave and never see him again. Ever.

Even though the warehouse was abandoned, many boxes had been left behind. Large metal shelves that touched ceiling to floor were lined up in multiple rows. Machines were left behind and spare parts littered every corner. The typical abandoned warehouse scene.

I kept walking through hardly any light, making my steps swift and quick. I wanted out before the police discovered me, or anyone for that fact. When I reached the opposite side of the warehouse from where I entered, I was a good hundred yards away from the entrance. The wall I faced was lined with large shelves full of supplies and crates.

When he had texted me the coordinates to this place, I had known it was him. In the text it also read, "3 h green." Which I had no idea what it meant but it was starting to become clear.

There was a total of 5 shelves, up to down. The very middle one was the third shelf and some areas of the shelf was sectioned off in letters. One area being area H. I walked to my right, up to area H, but couldn't  understand the 'green' part the text included. I tightened my grab on the gun and with my free hand I shuffled through the items on the shelf. There was nothing green at all that might help.

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and checked the text again. No matter how many times I've stared at the message it as always the same. I looked up real quick at the shelf and back down when I did a double-take. I pulled my head back up because I could have sworn I saw something green out of the corner of my eye. When I intently looked one more time at the items, I realized that the 'green' wasn't from the items but from the wall.

I pulled my hand up to the shelf, pushed aside a tool box and a screwdriver. Squinting, I realized there was a lever on the wall and apparently the smart thing to do was pull it.

I took my gun-free hand, pushed down the stiff lever and took a step back. With a low rumbling sound, the floor hummed and a section of the wall shook and opened up. And to my wishes it slid to the side revealing what, more like who, I was looking for. Green.