Rescue Mission (Stark's Daughter 8)

Chapter 24

Typing in my username and password, the screen lights up blue with the SHIELD logo in the background. I search through the Level 8 class files and see nothing about the disc. My eyes catch a glimpse of my name, a password protection box appears and I type in my password. Access denied. Why can't I look at a file that has my name on? The SHIELD logo lights up the screen, I try to type but the word 'lockdown' shine on the screen.

"Agent Stark!" A man bellows.

Dammit. How did they know already?

Glancing down at my phone, I notice The Board Member contact. Pressing the speaker button, I sigh loudly.

"Yes? How can I help you?" I ask.

"We need you now. Meeting room 3. We have a photo to show you."

Jumping from my seat, I race to the elevator. Stepping off at the right level, I jog to the right door. Knocking quickly, I don't wait for an answer. Closing the door behind me, I stand at the front of the meeting room. It's all the same Board Members, all stern looking and annoyed. One of them stands at the top of the table, leaning his palms on the glass around the computer built into the table. His brown eyes burn into mine with sympathy and confusion.

"We found this. It's a match." He announces.

A photo appears in the middle of the table. It's three men dressed in black, all similar height but with their backs to the camera. One of them carries a transparent briefcase. Inside is the disc.

Pressing a button on my watch, it beeps in my earpiece.

"Scanning now M'am." Jarvis mumbles.

"This photo is to stay here, Agent Stark. You must not tell anyone about this photo or take it home with you. Do you understand that, Stark?" He asks, glaring at me with power filled eyes.

He should have told me that before I got Jarvis to copy the photo to my home and search for co-ordinates.

"Of course I understand." I whisper.

"You will have access to this here, nowhere but at SHIELD."

"I understand." I mutter.

"Then you may go back to your office. We are trusting you with this information, I hope you use it wisely."

"Thank you."

Walking out the room, I grab my car keys from my pocket and catch the elevator.

"Jarvis, did you get it?" I ask, pressing the silver button on the ear piece.

"Of course, Miss." He answers in my ear.

"Did you get the coordinates?" I question.

"Not yet, I am still calculating. It is more difficult because there are no landmarks or soil to narrow the search, Miss." Jarvis explains.

"Keep trying, Jarvis. I need you to keep trying." I urge.

*

My computer bursts into life, showing the Stark logo. Stepping into the basement, I glance at the cars lined up against the wall, each more expensive and more advanced then the one before.

I start to pace on the black tiled floor, my bare feet making small prints. Tapping the end of the pen on my bottom lip, Jarvis projects the photo of the men with the disc in front of me. I continue to pace from one side to the other, while Jarvis runs a system programme that I use more then I should, the words and symbols running across the screen.

"Come on, Jarvis. I need to get the co ordinates before SHIELD realise I have this photo outside of their building."

"I'm finding it very difficult to find an exact location of this photo, Miss. And may I point out this could have been taken hours ago and the disc may already be elsewhere."

"I know!" I shout. Shock instantly runs through me. I run my shaking hands over my face. "I know, Jarvis. But, please, just find me the coordinates for this photo." I whisper.

Sitting in the office chair, I slowly spin around and wipe my hands over the goose bumps that form on my skin.

"If SHIELD catch me with this photo at home, they will punish me and I do not know how severe that punishment is." I mumble.

"Location found. Anchorage, Alaska." Jarvis announces.

My head snaps up. Jarvis shows the map in front of me, a red circle appearing around the city. Temperatures freezing, air pressure high. Snow. Ice. Why did it have to be a snow filled place?

"Print that off, Jarvis and any other information I may need for that place." I demand.

Sprinting up the basement stairs, I then race up the glass bedroom stairs. Grabbing my camping rucksack from under the bed, I shove jogging bottoms, jumpers, wooly socks and any other thick clothing I own. Throwing one strap over my shoulder, I run down the bedroom stairs and reach the kitchen. I grab bottles of drink, a flask and some soup packets and some various other food. Walking back down to the basement, I rummage through the drawers and hide some guns under my clothes.

"Miss, we have a problem at the front door." Jarvis announces.

I stop. Looking up at the screen projected in front of me, I notice two large black vans pulling into the driveway. Throwing my rucksack on, I grab the printed pages and slip them into my pocket, along with my bank card and some cash.

"Is that SHIELD?" I ask.

"Yes."

Tens of men climb out of the back of the vans, all wearing black clothes with bullet proof vests and belts of weapons. They each carry one gun in their hand and all shout at each other. In the first car, I notice Ward jump out. He stares at the ground nervously, gripping a gun in his left hand and clicking his other hand. They got Ward to do this? He runs ahead and I hear the front door open quietly.

I don't have time to run, Ward sprints down the basement stairs and stops as he sees me. His eyes drift over me with slight regret.

"Please don't do this Ward." I whisper.

"Skye, you broke one of SHIELDs most valued rules, do not copy information. You did that." Ward argues.

"Yes. But I know where they are. I know where the disc is. I can stop this, I can make up for breaking the rules. Please, just give me a chance." I beg.

"Fine. But, leave now. I'm doing this because you convinced Coulson to give my job back. You must leave now then."

"I cannot thank you enough."

Rushing over to him, I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tight. He sighs against my ear and pulls me tighter. But, he gently pushes me away.

"Go." He whispers into my ear.

I smile back at him, giving Ward a quick hug again and then walking to one of my cars. Climbing into a red Porsche, I drive straight out of the basement and into the side driveway. Speeding down the road, I push the spare ear piece into my ear.

"Jarvis, print the copy of the photo to the home printer and ensure the Agents find it." I order.