Casted Shadow

Episode One Part One: Pilot

DISCLAIMER: I DO OWN ANY OF THE AGENT OF SHIELD CHARACTERS NOR ANYTHING INVOLVING BLINDSPOT, ORIGINAL CHARACTERS ARE MY OWN. THIS FIRST PART IS HEAVILY BASED OFF OF JANE DOE'S ICONIC ENTRANCE INTO THE TV SHOW BLINDSPOT AND I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THE RIGHTS TO THAT. AS THIS 'SHOW' PROGRESSES IT WILL STRAY FARTHER AND FARTHER FROM THE ORIGINAL PLOT. PLEASE EXCUSE ANY GRAMMAR OR SPELLING ERRORS.
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The streets of Times Square bustled with activity. Any tourist would assume it was rush hour but it was much too late for that. The sky was completely black, not a trace of a star in the sky due to the overwhelming light pollution in the city. No one even noticed the mysterious man as he hauled a large dark object out of the back of his van. The hooded man grunted as he dragged the large duffle back with him into Times Square. That was the nice thing about New York, nobody looked twice at you. He scanned his surroundings, looking for the perfect location. There he thought, dragging the bag over to the corner of a busy sidewalk. He plopped it down and sighed. He wouldn't have to deal with this for a while now. All that needed to happen to set the plan in motion was for someone to notice the bag and be suspicious of its contents and location. He walked off briskly, blending seamlessly into the crowd.

The night passed slowly as pedestrians bustled about without a care in the world, paying no mind to be giant duffle bag laying in the middle of the sidewalk. The only person to pay any heed to this mysterious bag was a police officer. No one would drop or forget a bag that large and heavy looking in the middle of Times Square, not unless they did it on purpose. And the only purpose something like this could have was something malignant. The cop, suspicious of the foreign object, began to inspect it. The dark bag was bulky and made of a thick, rough fabric. It seemed to be full enough that whatever was in it poked into the sides of the bag, creating an odd shape. Attached to the bag was, what seemed to be, a luggage tag that said CALL SHIELD. Bewildered, the man called the number scribbled on the tag and waited for back up.

The poor SHIELD agent that had been sent to inspect the bag breathed shakily as he inspected the bag. He hoped that it was a bomb. He knew how to handle bombs. But something told him that the only reason he was sent was because he was expendable. The man in the hazmat suit took a deep breath before reaching to unzip the bag, but before he could begin to unzip it, the zipper began to move, seemingly by itself, thus opening he bag. The agent stumbled back and withdrew his gun, as a graceful tattooed arm emerged from the bag, bending over to unzip the bag from the outside. His hands shook as he struggled to keep the gun steadily pointed at whatever, or whoever was in the bag. Slowly, a head popped up. The woman's face was wrought with bewilderment as she looked around at her surroundings.
"Get up!" The man yelled, scared of what she might do.
The unknown woman jumped slightly, startled, and stood as she brought an arm around her chest and the other to her crotch. It became evident now that the woman was not only completely naked but completely covered in tattoos. She squinted at the bright lights from the shield agents and their vehicles as they shined in her eyes, making it near impossible to see anything.
"Turn around, get on your knees and put your hands behind your head!" The agent shouted, gripping his gun tightly. He couldn't risk the chance that this woman was an alien, or a highly trained spy.
The raven haired woman shivered, out of fear and out of the sensation of the harsh bitter fall breeze unrelentingly whipped at her bare skin, and slowly and reluctantly put her hands behind her head, exposing herself to everyone surrounding her. She held back tears as she tried to process everything that was happening. Who were these people? What did they want with her? Where was she? For that matter, WHO was she?
"Hands behind your head, turn around and get on your knees!" He yelled more forcefully. "I will not hesitate to shoot!" He added, for good measure.
The inked lady closed her mesmerizing sage colored eyes tightly in an attempt to hold back tears as she turned around slowly and dropped to her knees.
As soon as her knees hit the ground, the shield agents swooped in to grab her. The feel of cold hard metal closed in against her wrists as they were brought behind her back. An agent grabbed her by the arm near her shoulder and dragged her to a shield van and roughly threw her in, as if she was a criminal. The only bit of decency she was given was a blanket to cover herself up. And so she was left with her thoughts (or lack there of) and fears of what might happen to her as she rode in the dark van to a place she didn't know.
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Sorry this was so short but I just wanted to get this part out of the way so that I can start writing my own original material. Anyway! Please leave comments my little kittens! Constructive criticism is always accepted.