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Deathlock was a hitman. That was weird thing to try and say fast five times.

Deathlock was a hitman. Deathlock was hitman. Deaf –

See? He fucked it up on the third one.

Skye clicked to the side of him. Bringing him back to the hotel room him, Skye and Fitzsimmons sat in. Skye on her laptop, Jemma going through some documents. Aaron going through some of his own. While Fitz said in front of the TV. Watching the news that told them that Deathlock was a hitman. And that he'd just killed a Mexican drug lord.

"Why would he kill a drug lord with known ties to HYDRA?" Jemma questioned. Skye gave the theory that they needed to expand their search. That their plane wasn't in American airspace.

"Maybe their cleaning house." The other three looked to the youngest among them. But his eyes were only glued to the now turned off TV as continued, "Maybe their taking out anyone beneath a certain bar. Take out the stragglers. Take out the grunts. Leave only those that matter left. Leave only those that matter to make the changes HYDRA wants. Take out everyone whose a means to an end." Aaron finished his own theory, finally looking at the other three. Who all seemed to consider it.

"Interesting theory," Coulson called as he came into their part of the room, "But, I think we have something to show you guys."

It was a board with circles on it. Smaller circles around a larger one. All reminding them of how much bullshit they'd had to go through to get here. And how fucked they really were.

"This," Coulson presented it like he was on a game show, "Is just about everything we've been dealing with. And this," He pointed to the massive circle in the centre, "Is what connects them all," He wrote the word, "CYBERTEK" in the middle. Aaron still hated the way it was spelt.

"They built Deathlok," He drew a line to "DEATHLOK" Oh, he'd been saying it wrong. They spelt that wrong too. Fuckers.

"Shipped items to Quinn," He drew a line to Quinn. God that name still boiled Aaron's blood. If he could bring Quinn to where they were right now he'd drown him in the fucking pool outside. Actually no, that would be too quick for him. He'd actually –

"Who was working for the Clairvoyant," Another line was drawn to a circle with the same name, "Who turned out to be Garret," This line was starting to get very confusing and convoluted. But, Aaron didn't raise that concern. He only tried to follow. Verbally? Sure, he could follow it fine. With this weird fucking chart? No.

Now Coulson was just disrespecting the fucking thing. Drawing a line that went through the CYBERTEK section, "Who planted Ward on our BUS," This line made sense (thank Christ) and went to "GH-325".

"Because he wanted to know. Why I didn't stay dead." He looked at his magnum opis of a chart, "I should've drawn another chart for this part."

"You should've drawn another chart entirely." Skye hit his arm to get him to focus. Even if she agreed but didn't voice it.

"No, I get it. Garret's been developing Centipede serum this whole time." Coulson pointed at Fitz, confirming his suspicions.

"And he wants GH-325 as its final ingredient. A way to stabilize and regenerate his centipede soldiers." Jemma concluded her best friend's theory. Looking to her two youngest friends when she mentioned the regeneration part.

May continued it. Saying that it was why Ward had come back for the Hardrive. It had all the research on both Coulson and Skye. But, the tides seemed to have shifted in their favour. As Coulson revelaed that Skye had left them a present. That being in the form of a trojen horse.