Teenage Skye had been through a lot in her life. Bad fosters homes to homelessness with only one skill keeping her alive and well fed. Hacking. Unfortunately for her she made the bold mistake of trying to relay a Shield document to the group she was...
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♠♠♠♠♠ "Ian Quinn." Coulson says.
"You found him?" Ward asks.
I had found a HUGE lead, and Coulson gathered the team here to discuss it.
"No, but we think we know how we can." I say quickly flicking a few things on the holo table, causing the file I found to pop up.
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"Skye tracked down an invoice from one of his shell companies." Coulson explains. "He made a big purchase recently."
"$10 million big." I elaborate.
"Any idea what it is?" Fitz asks, beating everyone to the question.
"No clue, but it was designed and built by Cybertek, Inc., a small firm that deals in advanced technology and research." I beckon to the table.
Fitz smiles at me, letting me know he appreciates my hard work.
"Which is where this gets interesting." Coulson starts. "They've hired a private-security outfit to transport the purchase... Former military, ex-mercs."
Ward nods along, but frowns.
"Lot of muscle to move one package." He exclaims.
"And they know Shield's got eyes on Quinn."
"Which is why they're transporting it old-school." I butt in.
"On a train, through the Italian countryside, from Verona to Zagreb, very rural, very isolated..."
" And you think Quinn's on that train." May states.
"No, but I believe they're delivering the item to Quinn himself." Coulson tells May. "We got our intel from Italian authorities who have been monitoring the situation."
"And they don't mind us taking over the op?" May asks doubtfully.
"I asked very nicely." Coulson smiles.
I snort.
If you call demanding.... Threatening... Blackmailing asking 'nicely'...
