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

Chapter 50: The Takedown

"No pressure Skye," Coulson starts in a monotone low voice. "But if you want to extract the files and send the little present on it's way like right now, I don't think anyone would mind."

I smile at Tripp who pulls out his gun and steps in front of me.

"Well anything for you, AC. Especially since you asked so nicely." I reply.

Then all of hell broke loose.

Guns fired and I dived back into the room, fingering my drive.

Put this baby in, and a virus will be released... AND it'll slowly map every system they uploaded the specs to.

I quickly jam it into the reader and stuff my phone in my pocket, already typing in an override code for the login password.

I mentally thank Miles for creating the never failing code.

I flinch as I hear someone grunt as they get slammed into the wall right outside.

I force the nervousness away and start to type a direct command to get those files back...

You'd think that Cybertek would have better security. I think to myself as I stick a portable drive in the other slot and press 'ok'.

I watch as the load bar pops up, telling me that the files are now '32% done downloading'.

I hear someone scream my name and I jerk around, face to face with a Centipede soldier.

I slowly reach into the holster strapped to my calf and pull the icer out of it.

I know that the icer won't have much effect, but in my defense NO ONE ISSUED ME A REAL GUN.

"You wouldn't hit a girl would you?" I ask innocently before yanking the gun up and pointing it at the soldier's head and pulling the trigger.

He took a step backwards dropping his guard, and I take this time to fire several more times.

He stumbles out of the room and I see May pounce on him.

Knowing I can't wait to see what happens, I turn around quickly and yank both hard drives out (as the screen says the transaction is complete, and the virus is officially downloaded).

"OK! LET'S GO!" I shout diving out, and avoiding the few Centipede soldiers that are remaining.

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Once we're back at the motel Coulson frantically tries to get in touch with Fitz and Simmons.

We call their comms. We each call their cells. We try the quarter walkie talkies that Tripp's grandad had.

Nothing. No answer.

"Ok. So we can't get in touch with them." May tries to reason with an angry Coulson. "There could be a logical explanation."

I sigh and open up my computer, going into the program for the trackers that Coulson had gave to all of us.

I gasp and look up at my remaining team members.

"Guys." I say turning the screen around."They tagged the plane... Fitz-Simmons' tracker crossed the ocean. It's in New Mexico."

But they're not answering.

That's what everyone was thinking, but no one said.

I clear my throat and turn my laptop around as a new browser pops up.

"The trojan horse worked." I say looking up. "It gave us access to the system we wanted. Our secret weapon... We now have eyes on their operation right in the palm of my hand." I say pulling out my phone and putting it on the palm of my hand, causing Tripp to roll his eyes.