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

Chapter 49: Frustrated

I sigh and close my eyes, tilted forward on my seat looking at the files.

"Garrett started project Deathlok way back in 1990." Coulson says dumbfounded.

I honestly didn't know there was more then one Deathlok, so this is a surprise for me.

 "Look at this." He says tossing a file from his stack in his hands onto the table in front of us.

I try to snatch it up, but Fitz and Simmons beat me to it.

I sigh again. I was feeling the stress of our current situation pretty heavily right now. 

"We've been looking at all this backwards." Coulson speaks up after Fitz and Simmons finish and pass it on to Tripp next to them. "Garrett doesn't just want GH-325 for his Centipede soldiers. He wants it for himself so he can become a real, live boy again."

I snort at the Pinocchio reference, but bite my lip as Simmons shoots me a silencing look.

 "And if he happens to create an army of programmed super soldiers for Hydra along the way, triple bonus points." I speak up, confident that this is what is happening, even though I can't seem to look at the important files because (cough cough FITZ AND SIMMONS) someone keeps on snatching them up.

Fitz looks up, blank faced.

"How do we know Garrett didn't do that to Ward, too?" He asks calmly. "Maybe he's been programmed."

Tripp stares at me, but I ignore him.

"Fitz, when are you going to stop clinging to the idea that Ward's the victim and not the freaking person who is murdering innocent lives?" I snap, more harshly than I needed to.

Fitz looks at me, a bit of anger in his eyes.

"When I see something that tells me I shouldn't with my own two eyes." He snaps.

I raise my arm up as proof, and he flinches.

"We don't know all the facts." He mumbles looking down.

"You want a fact, Fitz?" I snap rising from my chair. "Ward murders people. He hurts people. HE LET GARRET HURT ME."

I turn around and gaze at the pool, the reflective waters moving ever so slightly.

"I should have grabbed a gun or something." I mumble. "We were in the storage area! I should've grabbed something and shot him when he was vulnerable!"

I turn around scowling, not wanting them to see how panicked I was.

"I'm stupid and... Weak." I mutter.

Coulson walks over and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"You weren't weak.  It happened quickly."

I shrug his hand off and head to my motel room.

"Pizza delivery for Pablo Jimenez?" I hear what I assume is the pizza guy that Coulson had called half an hour earlier.

"That's me."

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I lay on my stomach on my bed, scrolling through the files on Miles' death, looking for ANYTHING out of place. I wanted to know what happened. I believed him to be dead. I didn't see how Garret and Ward could have pulled that off. But I needed to know everything. I wanted to know if it was my fault.

"You never came out to eat."

I shoot up and slam my laptop closed, whirling around to see May holding a Gatorade.