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PUNCHING A CODE INTO THE KEYPAD situated at the garage entrance into the S.H.I.E.L.D facility, Brendon tossed a permissive look over his shoulder at his teammates.
"Clear," he nodded a moment later, stepping back to allow The Hounds to do their bit.
He and Dean held open the heavily barred doors for Seth and Roman, who hoisted the unconscious body of The Phantom Warrior out of the back of the SUV and into their arms. With Roman keeping a firm grip under the assassin's arms and Seth taking care of his legs, the two agents hastily made their way over the threshold of the entrance and into the facility.
"Holding cell or infirmary?" Seth asked, using his elbow to knock against the button mounted on the left wall of the hallway and call for the elevator.
"Cell," Brendon answered, letting go of his grip on the door and striding into the building as well, followed closely by Dean, "I don't give a shit about any injuries he might have."
Seth and Roman shared a quick look of dubiousness, but didn't make a move to say anything. Dean, on the other hand...
"Well yeah, but he's no use to you if he's coughing up blood or breaking out in cold sweats," The Lunatic remarked with a scoff, prompting the brooding agent to toss him a cold, hard glare. "I'm just sayin', if I were you-"
"But you're not me, now are you?" Brendon silenced The Hound with a sharp response. The older man grinded his teeth together before continuing. "And if I wanted your input, Ambrose, I woulda asked for it." He snapped his head in the direction of Seth and Roman, the elevator open and waiting behind them. "Cell. Now."
The bitter iciness that accompanied his presence hung in the air even after Brendon had started down the hallway, walking towards the communication centre with strong purpose. The company of his newest prisoner unsettled him more than he cared to admit, and he needed to take his mind off of the situation and regroup before attempting to proceed with his plan.
The Hounds watched intently as their fellow agent made his way down the long hallway, not saying anything. Once Brendon had rounded the corner and was out of earshot, Dean piped up yet again.
"I'm telling you guys," he shook his head before turning to his friends and stepping forward to join them as they backpedalled into the elevator, "if he doesn't see (Y/N) soon, he's gonna snap and kill all of us."
