The Snapshot {An Agents of Shield Fanficton} [1]

Chocolate Truffles

After a few minutes of walking through hallways and glass doors and passing agents giving me odd looks, we finally reached the command center. It was a large room with lots of desktops and statistics on enormous screens on the wall. Agents were milling about, some pushing carts and others holding files or talking on the phone. Coulson was on my left and Skye was on my right as a man with silver hair and glasses in a suit like Coulson's approached us.

"Agent," he said shaking Coulson's hand.
"Miss Skye," he said nodding.

"And you are?," he said looking at me.

"Lucy," I replied.

"I'm Agent Truman," he said.

"She's the one we were looking for," Coulson said. "She was willing and has been very helpful."

"I have to say," he started. "You are not what I had expected when Agent Coulson said you might be able to help. But given that you are out last chance, I sincerely hope you live up to your predecessor's reputation."

"I hope so too," I replied.

"However, you must know that this is not a child's game. This is a very serious matter. Fields is a prisoner with very valuable information that we need quickly," he said concerned.

I studied him for a moment. His glasses were dirty and had fingerprints. The edge of an expensive chocolate truffle wrapper poked out of his pocket. His pants looked a bit wrinkled, like they hadn't been ironed. I was going out on a limb but....

"I'm sure I can handle it. Oh, and if you give your wife chocolates with dinner instead of just by themselves, it might help make her happier, and given your circumstance you'll need all the good will you can get," I said.

I had never seen someone so in shock. He took a step back and looked just plain appalled. Obviously it wasn't common knowledge that he had gotten in an argument with his wife, who normally irons his pants and whom he got truffles to appease. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, looking at Coulson, who just shrugged.

"Well....it seems you're more than well equipped for the job. Fields has been prepped for investigation and is on Level 1A," he finally said.

"Thank you, Agent Truman," Coulson said as they parted ways.

I began to follow Coulson towards the elevator as Skye slowed to walk beside me.

"How on earth did you know that?," she whispered.

"Voodoo powers," I said smiling a bit.

She just shook her head.

•~•

The buzzer sounded as Coulson swiped his key card and the door opened. We stepped into a small room with a control panel. There were speakers in the corners as well as many security cameras. Above the control panel with chairs was a glass window that allowed you to see into another, smaller, room. Except this one was white and had two chairs and a table. What disturbed me most were the empty handcuffs secured on top of the table.

The chairs in front of the panel had both a man and a woman, both dressed in combat black suits and headpieces with microphones. The woman turned to look at me and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Is this her?", she said.

"Yes," Coulson said.

The man in the chair rolled his eyes and continued doing something with the panel.

"Alright then," the woman said. "Are we a go, Agent Coulson?"

"We are a go," he replied. He then turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Lucy, you're not under any risk by going in there, but she will try to manipulate you. Try to make you believe untrue things about me or SHIELD. She knows you because she worked on your case. Don't let her take advantage of that. Instead, you take advantage of her."

A door inside the white room opened and a woman in black clothing was escorted in handcuffs by two guards. She was sat down and he hands secured at the table. I swallowed and looked back at Coulson.

"You have the upper hand," he said. "Don't let her make you believe differently. She's not going to take you seriously because of your age. Make her take you seriously. Remember what you're here to do. Find out who she sold it to and why. Make her believe you know anything and everything about her and there is no getting out of this. Alright?"

I nodded slowly and glanced at Skye. "I'll be here, watching," she said.

Coulson signaled to the woman and she pressed unlock to the door to the white room. I took a deep breath and walked to the door. I paused before touching the handle, but then I slowly pushed it open and stepped inside.

The light illuminated everything in the tiny room, including the dark-haired woman staring at me with hateful eyes.