All of Me - Agent's of S.H.I.E.L.D

Chapter Five

Three Days Later …

Restricted building - 19:15 p.m

Skye was sitting behind a computer in an office, her fingers flew across the keyboard as she hacked her way through all the security walls and restricted access of the highly secured database. Just not secure enough, she smirked.

“Four minutes,” her S.O warned from where he stood guard at the door.

Skye just ignored him as she continued to do her thing. Less than thirty seconds later she was in and started transferring the files to the usb. The last few days had flown by and Ian Quinn was still in the wind, but Skye hadn’t given up the search on him. She was determined to make him pay for his crimes and the people that he had hurt.

Skye’s focus was pulled back to reality when she heard a small beep. She turned her eyes back onto the screen. “It’s done,” she answered, grabbing the usb from it’s port and stood to her feet - making her way towards her S.O as she secured the usb in a safe spot.

Grant peered down the corridors. They were still empty and would be for a couple more minutes yet. He had the security guards routine down pat. He turned his eyes back to his Rookie and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go,” he said, pulling her along with him.

Back on the Bus

Twenty minutes later the SUV drove up the ramp and parked in it’s usual spot behind Lola.

Phil was walking down the staircase and stopped a few metres off from it. He watched as three of his team members exited the vehicle and walked towards him. Melinda walked straight past him and headed up the stairs.

The duo walked towards him, stopping opposite him just off from the stairs. “Good job,” he told them, holding out his hand.

Skye reached inside her top and retrieved the usb drive from her bra where she had stored it. “Here you go, AC,” she beamed, handing it over.

Phil gave a shake of the head. What was with woman and storing things in their bra? “Thanks,” he supplied. “What’s on this drive could save a lot of lives,” he shared, slipping it into his jacket pocket.

Skye was curious to what exactly was on it. “Not gonna tell us?” she asked, knowing it was a long shot.

Phil gave her a pointed look. They had had this talk so many times.

Skye raised her hands in defeat. “It’s above our clearances,” she mocked, doing her best Phil impersonation. “I know, I know. Can’t blame a girl for trying,” she joked.

Phil released a heavy sigh. “It’s for your own safety … now FitzSimmons are almost finished cooking dinner,” he informed the pair. “We’ll start eating after …”

“Wheels up in five,” Melinda’s voice poured through the comms.

Phil smiled. Right on cue.  “Let’s head up,” he supplied, turning from them and headed up the stairs. A moment passed before Skye followed the older man and Grant right behind her.

Kitchen Area

Thirty minutes later the plane was on auto-pilot and had been for the last several minutes as the team was gathered around the pull out table. Melinda and Phil were sitting on the ends. Skye and Grant on one side while Jemma and Leo were across from them.

The group were casually chatting as they eat dinner as they usually did. Phil was currently telling his team a story involving Tony Stark and a time when he was consulting a case with him - pre Avengers - and how the famous Iron Man almost ended causing an international incident which Phil had to negotiate him out of it.