Skye's the Limit |Book 1 In 'Skye Adventures' Series|

Chapter 12: Ian Quinn

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I lean against the door frame, playing Zig-Zag on my phone.

The team's here deciding how to get Dr. Hall out.

I couldn't care less. I can't go probably. 

GAME OVER!

My screen flashes. I sigh and start to tune in to what Coulson is saying.

"The man's a prisoner, and we have to get him out."

No duh.

I start to pick at my nails.

     "We've checked the specs, there is no way inside without a large Shield strike force, or a man inside."

Blah blah blah. My brain translates his words. Blah Bleh!! Blah, man inside.

I snap my head up from fingers and watch the team.

     "He's got a neodymium laser fencing surrounding the property. And there's no way Shield is going to approve of a strike force."

All I hear is: Man inside. Man inside.

"If we had a monkey we could get in!" Fitz exclaims.

I hold back a laugh.

"Fitz!" Simmons cries.

    My mind wanders to Ian. The name had been familiar so I'd done some digging. Turns out he invested some money to Rising Tide. He was influential in a discreet way to the organization.

"If we got a small monkey and sent him in..." Fitz says, but I'm not paying any attention.

"Plus there's the annual shareholders gathering this weekend." I here Coulson say. 

I hesitate. 

    I should go to the Annual shareholder's gathering. I am a important hacktivist after all. I'm sure other members of Rising Tide will be there... This is a way to contact them and alert them that I am on the inside and that they should retract any involvement they have with Ian Quinn...

    "I can go." I say slowly just offering even though going into the field was scary to me. But I mean I should blend in with the crowd though. 

They ignore me and continue to argue.

"Drop me off." Ward says.

"No, any Agents of Shield found there can be filled with bullets." Coulson says.

I'm not an agent.

"Legally." Simmons adds helpfully.

"I could go in!" I say loudly getting their attention.

"Skye! This is serious." Ward says between gritted teeth.

     I turn on my phone and go to Rising Tide's website. I start to hack into Ian Quinn's data profile, and request an invitation in my name.

"Yah well I'm serious." I mumble.

      I then do my best to get into Quinn's guest list, but it's more difficult then expected. I'm used to doing this stuff on my laptop.

"What are you saying?" Coulson asks.

     "I'm not an Agent of Shield. I can go without breaking all these crap rules." I explain, my eyes glued to my phone as I rearrange the guest list.

"International laws!" Simmons

Ward says something about how I can't hack this, while Fitz starts on again about his monkeys.