"What did you say to him" a voice in the darkness exclaims
"I told him my Nan from England really was sick and we had to leave to go see her first thing tomorrow" I reply glumly " and Clove "
"Yeah" a perky voice implores
"It's my turn to drive! " I giggle
- ok this might sound weird, but ill explain later-
On the way to our friend Trinity's house, well apartment block roof, Clove and I discuss what she might be doing. Hacking her crush's computer & martial arts training were suggested, and once she'd been picked up the same way I was, we found out the truth.
"Trinity Jones!" I bellow in dismay "why the hell would you hack the computer at the restaurant I was at to listen and watch my date via CCTV?" Temporarily losing control of the helicopter.
With a shrug and a cheeky smirk from Trinity, we reach the airfield.
* * *
Ok, I must admit it, I haven't been on a mission for months, and haven't been at the main airfield for even longer! It looks so much bigger than usual, and it's huge even when you've been living there for weeks on end.
The 3 of us show our ID, and are assigned a small jet - I fly obviously, considering I am the only one who can (fly a plane that is) - and only 30 minutes later we arrive at HQ.
As we walk towards the hub from the landing port, Clove's long, dark brown hair blows everywhere, and the curly lightened tips are beginning to slap Trin and I in the face. Her jade green eyes and straight, pearly white teeth glistening in the sun.
We get changed onto our uniforms, which are black pants, a black shirt and tight fitting jacket, with a yellow crest on the left side of the chest. The crest is a circle, with a falcon in the middle, and a yellow and black striped shield on its stomach with 5 small yellow stars directly above. Underneath, read one word...
S.H.I.E.L.D.
- ok, if this isn't making any sense to you, I will explain. S.H.I.E.L.D stands for
Strategic
Homelands
Intervention
Enforcement &
Logistics
Devision
Does that make sense? NO! There is something called google for a reason! LOOK IT UP!
My friends and I work for a "peace" making agency, we are teenaged secret agents, well at least were were, now everyone thinks we are trying to blow everything up (long story short)! -
As we head over to the BR (briefing room) we discuss what the mission could be - we are never right, it just fills in time, and sometimes we come up with the craziest thing - when we enter the BR, our SO's (supervising officer's) and team handeller are waiting for us.
They are the ones who have to deal with us on AND off missions, and boy do they have a hard job!
Stella, the previous handeller of us level 5's, - which we arent any more, because there are no levels anymore - steps up and begins explaining our mission.
"For this mission, and most likely the few to follow, you will be working with 2 other officers your age. Your 3 girl team and their 2 girl team will combine and solve this. MI6..." Stella is cut off by our screams of excitement.
- ok, this sounds stupid , but there are only a few agency's in the world would have cooperated with us before the HYDRA mishap, and MI6 wasn't one of them. And plus, it is very rare to work with foreign agents, and we're only kids (in coulsen terma anyways)! This is too good to be true -
After an effort to calm us down by May - my SO - Stella continued.
"As I was saying, MI6 will be housing you and briefing you for this mission, and you are needed because they have not only discovered a theft plot by HYDRA, but a huge conspiracy of mass-murder and global scale attack!" Stella explained in her toneless voice as always. - I am telling you, if the mission wasn't so exciting, we would have tuned out already. Like usual! -
As we leave the BR, and head to the landing port, Trinity changes from her thin, sporting jacket, into her long coat, with the same, yellow badge on it. She slides her beanie onto her sleek, brown hair, with the lighter streaks shimmering in the light that bounces off the clouds. Her eyes and lips glisten, along with tiny droplets of sweat forming on her nose. With a subtle flick of her straight hair, she continues back to the jet we arrived in.
On the way back to the main S.H.I.E.LD. Airfield, there is one main question asked...
"Will we take the bus?"
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unrecruited - an agents of shield fanfic
Science FictionHYDRA has attacked, and they won't rest until S.H.I.E.L.D. is no more. Three girls had their lives saved by the real S.H.I.E.L.D. and are officially unrecruited, which in these dark times, means you are staring danger in the eye, waiting for it to b...
