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[grab a wholeass meal. this about to be a long chapter.]
"THE TROJAN HORSEworked. It gave us access to the system we wanted. We now have eyes on their operation right in the palm of my hand." Skye entered the room, her palm grasping a tiny drive.
May was busy fixing Triplett up. Luckily, he only took a shot in his right shoulder.
Olivia sat on the uncomfortable plane seats, at least it was cushioned. Carter was beside Skye, his head tilted in sleep. He exhausted plenty of his energy in the barbershop earlier.
They still haven't talked about his illness. Is it an illness? She has never met a superhuman with his condition.
Olivia solemnly hung her head as Coulson entered the aisle to deliver another update – the tracker Fitz and Simmons planted on the Bus is currently in New Mexico. She watched as Skye hung her head in helplessness.
"They risked everything to put a tracker on that plane for us. Now we know exactly where Garrett is, and Skye can see what he's doing." Coulson paused, his lips pursed. "If Fitz and Simmons are still alive, then catching Garrett is our only shot at finding them." Coulson laid out, riling the team's morale.
He asked Olivia who her mystery contact was.
"Somebody you would love and hate to see," Olivia smiled. "I'm sure FitzSimmons will be fine. With their brains, I'm sure they're working out a plan as we speak. For what's worth, trust me." Phil sent a grateful smile to her and ruffled her hair. It was a small yet meaningful gesture of "I'm proud of you" back in the SHIELD days.
She playfully swatted his hands away. Phil's fatherly interaction with Olivia helped sealed a little void in Skye's heart, which she greatly appreciated. "We have to strike while the iron's hot. It's only a matter of time before they find out we put a tracker on the Bus. But now, we got their location, we got the manpower. This is about as good of a window we're ever gonna get."
The group nodded in agreement. Everyone fueled by their own poisons to take down Garrett and Ward's posse.
A loud snore interrupted the otherwise motivational moment. A powerful kick to Carter's shin jostled him awake and bumped his head against Skye's. He groggily massaged his area of pain and sent a death look through his half-lidded eyes. He briefly yawned an apology to the beautiful hacker, who huffed in response.
"Let's go get Ward, that son of a bitch."
"And Garrett, let's not forget about Garrett, May."
The plan was set. Coulson and Triplett will crest the ridge, use a noisemaker to grab a three-wheeler. Olivia and Carter would open a window for May and Skye, literally blasting it. They'd crawl in, grab the dealer, force his hand to get them their Ace in the hole, also literally and figuratively.
