Rescue Mission (Stark's Daughter 8)

Chapter 26

"Are you sure there is nothing else I can do for you, Skye?" Rosie asks.

Sitting on the small red armchair, I pull my snow boots on and tie the laces as tight as possible. Rosie fills my flask with hot coffee and slips it into my rucksack.

"I'm sure, thank you very much Rosie. You've done enough for me already." I smile, standing up.

Throwing the rucksack onto my shoulders, I push a gun into the waistband of my jeans. I place the earpiece in and turn it on.

"It was nice to meet you Rosie." I say.

Zipping up my wooly thick coat, I pull the fur lined hood up and shield my face slightly. Rosie opens the door, we exchange goodbyes and I step out of her warm log cabin.

Taking the first trudge into the snow, I hear the gentle wind whistle and the small particles of snow glisten. I can't see the walkway, like it's covered by a white sheet of cold.

"Jarvis, can you give me directions to the place?" I ask.

"Turn left and walk 200 yards." Jarvis orders.

Following Jarvis' directions, I finally stop outside the old and worn out fire station. The red bricks can just be seen underneath the snow, the black metal huge door stands tall without any trace of snow on it. The building is giant, towering over me and causing my hands to turn clammy nervously. Carefully I lean against the brick wall, ignoring the snow drenching my back, I push open the small side red door slowly.

I hear distant chatter as I tiptoe along the dark corridor. My boots clunk lightly on the stone floor as I look up at the damp dull walls. Water droplets race from the ceiling to the floor, the sobbing dampness smell burning my nose.

"What do you think you're doing?" A voice bellows.

A man stands tall in front of me, his fingers curling around the gun on his belt. I also notice the top of a knife sticking out of his boot and a wire trailing from his ear and down his neck.

Bracing myself for a fight, I bend my left knee and place my right palm on the cold stone floor. He smirks slightly, gripping the gun on his hip.

"Go on then, let's see what a good shot you are." I tease.

In the second it takes for him to pull the gun out, I swing my right leg at his ankles in a sudden strong movement. He falls backwards, groaning as his back hits the ground with a crunch. I hear his bone snap loudly and he screams. Placing my hand over his open mouth, I stifle his scream until I can no longer hear it and I cant feel his breath. My fingers dance to his wrist and I sigh when I feel no pulse.

I don't like the type of person I am when I'm with SHIELD. I become too determined and deadly, I don't trust myself.

Stepping down the corridor, I stop at a junction. From the left I hear distant chatter and can see dark shadows. From the corner of my eye, I see one man sat at the end of an ancient wooden table that is almost falling apart. He pulls the transparent briefcase towards him and lifts the disc out, holding it up in his hands.

Jumping from around the corner, I raise my gun and aim it at the man sat at the end of the table, he gasps, along with everyone else sat around the table. There's 4 men and 2 women on one side of the table, all wearing rag type clothes. On the side closest to me, there's 5 men stood and their leader sat, all in black suits. They all turn to me with anger and shock on their faces.

"Give me back what is mine." I hiss, gripping the gun tight in my hands and aiming at the leader sat at the top of the table.

"It's mine now. I just paid 10 thousand for it." The leader argues.

Taking a step forward, I place the end of the gun in the middle of his forehead and wrap my free hand over his mouth.

"Give me the stupid disc now!" I shout.

His hands begin to shake as he carefully places the disc in my hand as I take if off his mouth. He gasps for breath, his eyes darting to mine for sympathy.

"What a waste of your money." I tease, slipping the disc into the back of my left boot.

Shooting at the ceiling light, the darkness creeps around the room and everyone starts to scream. Sprinting along the corridors and around the corners, I ignore the sounds of deafening footsteps. A gunshot rings by left ear, ducking instantly it hits the wall just above my head. Racing faster, I gasp when I reach outisde. The snow numbs my skin, causing goosebumps to stand up on my pale skin.

Sprinting faster through the snow, I feel the heaviness of the solid water on my feet. Another gunshot rings and I feel it spark through my foot. Holding back a scream, my foot slips from underneath me and I trip forward. Sliding across the frozen ice, the cold freezes my left cheek and I bite my lip. Skating to a stop, I hiss through my teeth and place my palms on the ice, lifting my head up. Rolling onto my back, I look down at my foot. There's a hole in the sole of my boot, blood drips quickly from it. Groaning, I sit down and notice im on a thin iced lake.

All around is glistening snow, I'm sat on the blue ice. Slowly standing up, I shout aloud in pain as the agony sparks through my gun shot wounded foot. Hopping on one leg, I notice the disc has fallen from my boot and slid to the other side of the lake.

"Skye!" A voice screams above me. A familiar voice that normally makes me smile.

Turning to the right, I see a figure running towards me. He's wearing all black and I can just make out the SHIELD logo on the top of his arm.

"Stop!" I warn.

He stops instantly, raising his hands in defence. He runs his hand through his blonde hair.

The sound of ice cracking sends my heart racing. Glancing down at my one foot balancing on the ice, I see small cracks appearing around my foot.

"What are you doing here, Zeke?" I shout.

"It doesn't matter. Get off the ice, now." Zeke demands, staring at my one foot on the ice and my toes down on the other foot.

"If I move now, I will fall." I point out.

Zeke raises one foot and goes to step on the edge of the ice.

The cracking echoes in my ears, it shakes underneath my foot and I can feel the water running underneath.

"No! Stop now, Zeke!" I scream.

"Why?" He quizzes, stepping back again.

"If you stand on this ice, we both fall and Lucas and Hope will have no one."

"I am not going to let you die here in water." Zeke says, determination sparks in his forest green eyes.

"I need time to think. I need to think about a plan." I whisper.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zeke lean forward to pick up the disc. He slips it into his jacket pocket and stands back up, his eyes fixing back on me. He raises his wrist to his lips and presses something.

"Get a SHIELD van here now." He orders.

"Please tell me you do not work for SHIELD!" I yell, the anger filling my veins.

He argued with me for ages about me joining SHIELD, and he still continues to lecture me whenever he has the opportunity. Now, he's wearing their uniform.

"No! I just go on the Skye Stark rescue missions that are more common then any other mission!" Zeke shouts back.

The vibration runs from my feet to my head. It happens instantly. In a blink. The sheet of ice shatters.