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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 9, 2016 20:29:32 GMT -7
Ever since she got the phone call that she was needed back at HQ, Emily's heart had been pounding hard in her chest. This was actually the first mission involving an 084. An 084 in the South West of England, in some damn castle. Who the hell actually puts an 084 in a castle? The Director had said it was a recon mission, and that they were to bring the damn thing back, easy. A quick in and out. It definitely should be interesting.
When Emily had joined SHIELD a couple or so years ago now she had told Fury that she didn't want to go undercover again. That her time of being someone else was over and he had agreed. Then she had been sent into keep an eye on Steve Rogers and that had almost sent her insane and she wasn't afraid to say that now. But being sent on a mission in the UK was something she was going to have to get used too because this was what she had been trained for, even if she had told the Director that anything resembling an op she would reject but here she was, working another mission. But at least this time she wasn't going to be alone. She was going to be taking three guards, two scientists and a pretty damn good pilot.
Emily looked down at the new uniform that she was going to be wearing, a SHIELD shirt with black pants and a jacket that had the eagle logo on it, but if it was needed then she was going to have to wear it. While she was waiting for Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons, or Fitzsimmons as everyone knew them, she decided to do some checking. She checked the gun, making sure she had enough bullets in there, she did. She made sure that she had her SHIELD badge just in case anyone would be there and they would have to tell them who they were.
She put the gun in the back of her jeans and pulled her hair back away from her face. Emily knew that Caesar liked it down but right now she really needed it up and out of her way.
A recon mission, that's all this was. A quick in and out. Of course they would have to take the two scientists because they were there to assess if the thing was actually dangerous or not. But that really didn't matter to SHIELD because it would end up in their grasp anyway, so if Emily didn't retrieve it then someone else would do it. Sometimes that's what she hated about SHIELD. She pulled her lip in between her teeth and moved out the quinjet to wait for Fitzsimmons. In honesty she had heard so much about them that she was so happy to be finally meeting them. These two British scientists that were causing quite a stir, of course they were both just coming out of the Academy and were eager to be working at the Triskelion where they could make all different sorts of weapons but right now they were going to be going on a mission with her.
That was both overwhelming and daunting. She has never lead a mission before, she has been on one. Just never leading one and it seems like Fury wanted this for her, so either she was the only person he could trust on this mission or no one else was stupid enough to do it. Either way it was making her feel a little bit out of her depth, something she would have to push away when they were out in the field.
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Post by Ray on Jan 9, 2016 21:01:11 GMT -7
"You know you're going to get busted one of these days, right?" Poe huffs over the speaker of the smartphone sitting on the co-pilot's seat, annoyed and making sure that was damn clear. "I once got yelled at because I used the wrong bathroom, let alone took off with a plane I have no authorization to fly during a mission I'm not authorized to be on."
"Relax, buddy." Caesar smiles to himself, running quick diagnostics as they sit idle on the tarmac. "I've got it all under control."
Or so he'll pretend for the next day or so. Truth is, SHIELD is generally more occupied with Captain America and monsters to give a shit about a low-profile pilot's past-time. SHIELD might be meticulous, bureaucratic, and so far up everyone's ass that agents are practically walking puppets, but as long as he files the paperwork and keeps his nose down, the worst that can happen is they'll ground him for a few weeks as punishment. They're the ones who taught him how to fly anyway. Not that he's complaining.
Besides, he's doing a favor.
He glances back over his shoulder towards the door of the aircraft, spotting Emily's turned back and straight posture. It's not the first time he's escorted her someplace despite protocol. Hell, there's a lot of things they do that are despite protocol, but this is by far the most harmless of that long list. She's nervous. He can tell. And he'd break a dozen rules if only just to make her feel a little more under control.
"Every time you say that, I have to endure Maria's death-glare. And to think I was willing to sit through Return of the Jedi for you." Poe grumbles, and Caesar smiles wider as he drops his eyes back to the controls.
"You love the ewoks."
"Hate 'em with a fiery passion, Sherlock." Poe retorts snappily, but Caesar can still hear the movie playing in the background. "Don't get shot, alright. Or fired."
"If I do, you can say that you told me so."
"You know I've been waiting too."
"You remind me every day. Signing off." Caesar ends the call with reach of his hand towards the adjacent seat, and pushes himself out of his own chair in the same moment. He fixes the cuffs of his black flight suit, feeling more comfortable in this than he ever did in a police uniform. "How's it going?" He asks as he moves to stand beside Emily, dark brown eyes giving her a quick glance-over before he shakes out a wrist.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 9, 2016 21:30:00 GMT -7
Emily looks up when she hears someone moving towards her and she sees him and smiles slightly before looking ahead once more. "This is my first mission where I'm in control" she admitted. She has been with other agents, others who knew each other and was comfortable enough to say their first names but Emily had always been the one who would rather be at the Triskelion but here she was now, heading up her own mission. She pulls her lip in between her teeth and then looks up at this. Fury hadn't even given them a pilot, there was two scientist, Emily, and the three guards they were taking. But no damn pilot so Caesar had stepped in.
In honesty it had made her feel that better knowing that he was there, just like always.
"And I have two agents that are fresh out of The Academy, who don't know how to arm themselves and it's very overwhelming" she said and then sighed before shutting her eyes and shaking her head. Emily had to stop worrying. It was all going to go fine, an in and out mission. Fitzsimmons were there to assess it and once they gave the all clear then they could be out of the castle and on their way back to America. "It should be a quickie" she said and then opened her eyes to look at him. "And don't even think about using that man brain of yours" she smirked.
To be honest right now Emily really needed anything but to be on this mission, maybe at home in a nice hot shower or somewhere else. Her eyes moved back over to his face and she smiled to herself. Emily was going to say something else when her attention was pulled away from him at the sound of a male voice saying "Agent Clarke?"
Emily moved her eyes away from the, dare she say it?, gorgeous guy standing next to her and over to the male voice that had interrupted her scrambling brain to bring her back to the present. He was dressed all in black, pretty much like the other two that was standing there with him, but also there was two further people stood with them and she guessed they were Fitzsimmons. "Yes?" she said softly and then smiled.
"I have the two scientists that you've been waiting for ma'am" he said and then moved so that the two behind him could move forward. "And we've been assigned to your mission"
"Well welcome aboard, this is the pilot Agent Laurent" she said and looked over at Caesar before she dropped her eyes to the two that they had been waiting for. "Agents Fitz and Simmons" she smiled at them.
The female stepped forward first. "This is a bit exciting, don't you think so Fitz?" she asked over her shoulder at the male "Oh, don't mind him, he's probably working out something to do with the night-night gun" she said and then smiled. "I'm Jemma Simmons and that is Leo Fitz and we're going on our first 084 mission" she said and then looked up at Caesar. "Hello" she said and then cleared her throat.
Emily couldn't help but fall in love with this girl already. She was pretty awesome. Her British accent was definitely there. "So, shall we get this show on the road. Quicker we get there the quicker we can get back and everything will be fine" she said and smiled at Caesar before she let Fitzsimmons get on the quinjet first. She came up next to Fitz. "Can I just ask, what is the night night gun?" she asked and looked over at the curly haired male.
He opened one of the cases that he had with him and took out one of the guns. "It's like a tranquillizer gun" he admitted. His Scottish accent coming through, something that was completely different from Jemma's English accent. "But instead it runs on Dendrotoxin"
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Post by Ray on Jan 9, 2016 21:56:57 GMT -7
"You'll do fine," Caesar reassures, crossing his arms over his chest and watching her as she lists off her turmoils. "You're a good agent. Fury wouldn't have put you in charge if he didn't think you could do it." He knows it sounds trite, the kind of things you read in a Hallmark card where a puppy in an eye-patch smiles up at the reader like guns aren't a thing that exist, but he believes it to be true nonetheless. Though, then again, Caesar doesn't really know much about Fury or his intentions. He's worked for SHIELD for nigh on eight years, and the man has remained an illusive beast high in his tower. Like most things in this organization, Fury is a well-kept secret. Most agents would kill for the opportunity to talk to Fury face-to-face like Emily has, but Caesar thinks it's a small relief that he hasn't even caught a glimpse of the director.
He has enough on his plate.
He tuts out a slight laugh at her jab, and turns his body to face her slightly. Caesar leans in towards her ear, "Well now that you mention it..." He teases in a low voice, but he's quickly interrupted.
With a glance back to the tarmac, Caesar lets himself fall once more into the background as introductions are made. He smiles charmingly, one corner of his mouth ticked upwards and his chin held high. But the smile quickly grows into something more amused as Simmons bubbles out her excitement. A part of him wonders if he'd been that excited when he first joined. Or if he'd just been overwhelmed. He takes a step aside to let the group make their way into the quinjet, one finger scratching lightly behind an ear.
"Hello." He replies to the girl, "Need any help carrying in equipment?" He asks, glancing to the trio of muscle who all look back blankly.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 9, 2016 22:15:50 GMT -7
"Of course it's not actually going to be called the night-night gun" Jemma said and raised an eyebrow at Fitz. "It will have to be changed to something better than that"
Fitz sighed and looked over at his counterpart before shaking his head. "Yes, Jemma. I'm going to leave it as the night night gun for now" he then put his eyes on Emily. "I had an agent coming in and complaining about the fact that it was a little heavy, the ungrateful sod" he said and then looked back at the gun. "It's not heavy, is it?" he asked and looked up at Emily.
Emily was completely taken by these two and then looked over at Caesar and mouthed "Can we adopt them?" she said before looking back at Fitz. "No, it feels completely fine to me" she admitted and then held it up the way a person held a gun and couldn't help but smile to herself. This actually looked and felt freaking amazing. "The agent, who was it?" she slowly lowered the gun and looked back at Fitz before handing the night night gun back to him.
Jemma looked up when Caesar spoke and then smiled. "If you could carry this" she said and then pointed to the heaviest case they had. "But please be gentle, it has Fitz's Dwarves in there and the last thing you want is for him to be on your bad side. I should know I did drop them before and he didn't talk to me for a week and my gosh I'm rambling, especially when there is no time to lose" she said with a bigger smile on her fact this time.
Fitz locked the gun back away before standing up and looking at Emily. "I'm not sure you will know him but Agent Grant Ward" he said and then shrugged a shoulder.
"Oh, him" Emily said and scoffed. She had definitely heard about that douchebag. He was a Specialist, he was sent in to get things done, on his own. "Yeah, he's like that with everyone" she admitted. Grant Ward was actually one of the biggest dicks she had heard about when she had joined SHIELD. There were others of course but she really didn't have time to go into the long list of who they actually were. Well she probably did, especially with the flying time to England but they wouldn't want to hear the names. Plus they really did need to get this flight in the air before Maria or Fury found out that it was Caesar piloting the flight. The last thing Emily wanted was to get him in trouble, even when she did find him escorting her places that he wasn't actually authorised to go to.
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Post by Ray on Jan 9, 2016 22:36:05 GMT -7
Caesar walks forward towards the case, arms uncrossing from his chest and reaching for the handle. His fingers are just skimming the metal when he suddenly pauses, brows darting upwards at her words and brown eyes flicking back to meet hers. "Dwarves?" He repeats, a little unsure if he heard her right. His eyes drop back down to the case, assessing. It's big. Big enough to hold a few hobbits maybe. "Please don't tell me Gimli is in here." He teases a little, though a part of him is more serious than he expected to be. He grabs the handles with steady hands nonetheless, and lifts.
A slightly surprised woosh of air escapes his lungs at the unexpected weight of the thing. His arms and back tighten as he hauls it upwards to cradle against his chest, really hoping there's not actual dwarves in the damn thing. Cause it's sure as hell heavy enough.
Who knows. Maybe SHIELD is recruiting from Middle Earth.
With a small shake of his head, Caesar carries the case -carefully- into the quinjet.
"Ward?" He comments, catching the last tendril of their conversation as he steps passed, heading towards the back of the quinjet to store the case. "Jesus." He mutters under his breath, setting the case down. Caesar thought Rumlow was bad enough. But Brock Rumlow is just a dick with a gun and a superiority complex. Grant Ward is a self-centered tool. The same kind of guy he had plenty of experience working alongside with in the police force. The kind of guy who expects medals for every nice thing they do.
Caesar is slowly beginning to see a pattern with the types of people he dislikes.
He brushes his hands off on the pants of his flight suit as he makes his way back to the front of the plane, flicking a lock of his curly hair out of his eyes. "I'll do the walk around while you all get set up." He says with a smile, slipping between the growing crowd to the still-open door.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 9, 2016 22:53:40 GMT -7
Jemma looks over at him when he repeats the word Dwarves back at her and then teases her before she chuckles. "No, they're Fitz's drones. He uses them to assess a crime scene incase we can't actually go in" she smiles and then grabs the last two bags off the ground and moves into the quinjet after Caesar. She put the bags down next to Fitz.
Emily looked over at Caesar when he comments on their conversation and then scoffs. "What can I say, he's a complete dick. I have actually come across him once and let me just say that once is bad enough" she nods and then moves the case, that held the night night gun in, to a space that wasn't going to be used. No doubt Fitzsimmons would sit together and the three guards would either sit on the other side or stand, but it was going to be a long flight. Emily however was definitely going to be sitting. "Plus I think that's why Fury sends him on missions on his own so that he doesn't come in contact with anyone". Ward was a loose canon that no one wanted to even come across.
She bit down on her lip and then looked over at Caesar when he said that he would do the walk around and she nodded before putting her attention back on Fitz.
"He really is a nice guy, isn't he Agent Clarke?" Jemma said and looked over at the blonde haired woman. "Do you do missions with him all the time?"
Emily shook her head. "Sometimes" she smiled. "Although this is actually my first time leading one so I hope that everything goes to planned and we can be home before anyone really misses us and please call me by my name," she then hesitated because everyone called her something different. Fury called her Amanda, her friend back in The Hamptons called her Emily, Caesar called her Emily. That had been her undercover name, twice, but for some reason it was harder to let go of it this time around but she had to get out of the habit of keeping names. "Amanda" she said softly and then locked the case into place and put the bags away from the main aisle.
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Post by Ray on Jan 9, 2016 23:11:02 GMT -7
Caesar quickly inspects the outside of the aircraft, running his usual pre-flight checks that have become more instinct than duty over the last half-decade. The hangar is otherwise empty and silent as he walks all the way around the quinjet. His eyes stray from the jet every so often to glance across the huge bay, not used to it being this quiet. Even in the dead of night, there's always someone running back and forth, always an engineer snoring in a chair, always agents milling around, always a non-regulation radio blaring music. But not tonight.
It's actually sort of...nice. Poe would hate it.
He climbs back into the quinjet, fingers running through his hair. "Everyone ready?" He asks, one fist pounding against the doorlock. With a whir, the door to the jet raises slowly, and retracts back into the side of the plane. The airlock hisses as it closes, and a quiet clunk echoes through the plane as the locks seal in place. He already knows the answer before anyone has to say anything, and he flashes a smile towards Emily as he turns towards the cockpit.
It's not his own plane -an X-Wing Fighter with a black body and red wings- but he feels just at ease in a quinjet. It's a simple machine. Easy to maneuver, fast as hell, light as a feather. Helps that the controls are all the same. SHIELD is at least consistent.
Caesar dips himself into the pilot's chair, hands flying across the controls, setting his preferences and readying for flight. "None of you get airsick, right?" He calls back, albeit sarcastically, another smile ticking around the edges of his mouth.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 9, 2016 23:28:28 GMT -7
Fitzsimmons takes a seat next to each other, just as Emily predicted they would. The three guards accompanying them decided they were going to sit in the seats opposite, and Emily hadn't even finished getting herself ready yet. She made sure that her own stuff, just a simple black bag, was in place before she looked up as Caesar came back into the quinjet.
He flashed her that damn smile of his and it made her heart do a flip, she sighed under her breath and rolled her eyes at both her heart and him. He damn well knew just what that smile did to her and he was doing to do it anyway. It's like he was trying to tease her knowing full well she couldn't do a damn thing about it. Well just wait until she got him on his own later.
There was a echo around the jet of a no when he asked about anyone getting airsick. Emily scoffed and sat down in her own seat. "If you don't get us up the air, the only thing we will be sick of is your face" she teased at him before smiling to herself.
"This really is rather exciting" Jemma said to Fitz quietly. It was their first time out of The Academy, unlike the Triskelion where everyone knew the location of, The Academy was actually classified and the only people who could actually reach the place were the agents that it had spat out or the upper levels of this agency.
It was like everything in this agency, it was all classified and need to know stuff. Emily hated that but she knew that keeping secrets were best for everyone. It was the damn levels that she hated so much, something she hated dealing with but again it was a necessity in SHIELD.
Now Emily just wanted to get this mission over and done with so she could sleep, having not actually gotten any in the last few hours. So she hoped that her brain was functioning nicely because if not then they were all screwed.
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Post by Ray on Jan 9, 2016 23:44:44 GMT -7
"Good." Caesar replies to the unanimous no, thumbing the last switch. The engines come to life in a slow, gradual rev; smoother than any jet the military could have ever provided. He straps himself into the chair but forgoes the usually-standard helmet, knowing damn well that he'll be fine without it. "This is Sherlock in Echo-Bravo, ready for take-off." He says into the radio, hooking the receiver to his ear and the mic to his mouth.
There's a small beat of silence he's all too used to, giving him the opportunity to toss his phone somewhere it won't fly around the cabin. He gives it a quick glance as he does so, catching sight of the rather sad selfie Poe sent him of his face pressed right against a well-time screenshot of an ewok.
"Roger, Sherlock. Take-off confirmed. Hatch doors opening in five." The control tower behind them replies.
A loud groan thunders from overhead. The waters of the Potomac split as the hangar door opens above, a few drops of water the size of small dogs splashing down onto the tarmac. The sky opens up to his view, a quarter moon smiling down at them and the stars blinking in the night. Caesar takes hold of the controls, giving one last glance back at the passengers behind him, before looking upwards once more.
"Hatch open. Ready for take-off, Sherlock."
"Roger, Tower." He replies.
The quinjet lifts straight upwards upon his command, propulsors pointing down to the tarmac with a hearty push. But Caesar eases the controls smoothly, lifting them with ease into the air and out of the Triskelion's hangar bay. As they raise higher, all of DC spreads out beneath them, bright and glowing. Caesar angles their aircraft in the right direction, and the plane jets forward through the night sky.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 0:14:29 GMT -7
Emily had to admit that flying by quinjet was the best way to get around, you didn't need a passport and there was no waiting in long queues at the airports. No screaming kids in the seats either behind you or in front. It was complete bliss. There was a soft murmur going through the jet. Fitzsimmons talking about the fact they were going to be Britain for the first time in a while. It was the South West but that didn't matter, they would be on British soil. And the guards were talking amongst themselves and all of that just seemed to mash into one and Emily was slowly falling asleep, considering that she had been up most of the night before. -four and a half hours later- Emily might've been asleep when they were in the air but that didn't mean she was asleep when they landed. So, they were on British soil and it was early in the morning, the weather seemed nice enough considering it was supposed to be winter. She grabbed the gun out of her waistband and checked it over before putting it back into her waistband and turning to Fitzsimmons. "Grab what you need and then we will head in" she said with a sleepy smile. "Don't forget to grab the Dwarves" Fitz said turning to Jemma who was going over to the heaviest case that was brought onto the quinjet and opening it up before grabbing the bag that was in there, along with a tablet and a couple other things. "And the other two bags, Jemma" "Got it," she called over to him and put one of the straps on her shoulder before grabbing the empty case they had brought with them to put the thing in. "Grab the ICER, Fitz" Emily said and pushed her blonde hair away from her face and back into a ponytail, she needed it out of the way. Fitz looked confused, "ICER?" he asked and pushed his eyebrows together "Oh! You mean the gun, ICER.. I like that" he said with a grin and grabbed the bag with the ICER in. Emily made sure that she had everything that she needed and then looked at the others. "Remember, this is a quick in and out, once Fitzsimmons has assessed the 084 we can pack it away and head back to the States" she nodded and then turned back to the door. Well it was better to get this over and done with. Emily just hoped that none of this came back to bite her on the ass because if that did then she really wouldn't be happy with Fury. Once the door was opened, the team stepped out onto British soil and over to the castle.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 0:34:41 GMT -7
They land smoothly on a clear plot of land just down the hill from the castle; the first castle Caesar has ever seen that isn't a cheap tourist attraction. Morning has already arrived in its bright glory, making it easy to forget that they'd left only a little bit after midnight. Before Caesar has even powered off the engine, jet settled into the grass, the agents behind him are already stirring and gathering their things. Caesar tugs off the headset and unclasps the restraints before rising to his feet. He steps to the edge of the cockpit, resting a forearm against the narrow opening, and watches as Fitzsimmons rush around collecting their things.
They're cute, in the young, brand-new, and wide-eyed kind of way. Most agents at SHIELD are either disillusioned with the whole organization, or so soured by it that they forget all sense of excitement. Much like the three guards all stomping around in a militaristic way only soldiers know. Caesar thinks he likes how pleased Fitz and Simmons are by the whole experience. Thinks he likes them in general.
Maybe they should adopt them.
"I'll stay here. Watch the plane." Caesar calls to Emily before she leaves with a nod. "Stay out of your way." He adds on with a small shrug as he pounds a fist against the door-lock to open the hatch.
In only a few seconds, they're already trekking off towards the castle, and Caesar takes position at the opening of the jet, watching them head off.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 1:19:19 GMT -7
Emily looks over at shoulder at Caesar when he says that he's going to stay there and watch the plane. She nodded and then stepped out onto the lovely British soil. She walked with the others and then glanced over her shoulder and grinned at Caesar because he was watching them head off. Mostly because it was their secret and she already knew he was checking her out in the only way he really knew how.
She put her attention back on the mission and told the two guards to wait at the entrance before Emily, Fitzsimmons and the other guard headed into the castle. "Apparently it was found in one of the dining areas" she said and bit down on her lip.
"One of the dining areas?" Jemma asked and raised her eyebrow. "I visited a couple of castles when we went on a school trip but jeez this is like the TARDIS, bloody bigger on the inside" she huffed out and walked down the corridor with the others.
"There's a dining room coming up on your left Fitz, so if you want to deploy the boys then now would be the best time" Emily nodded.
Fitz put down his bag and then opened it up before taking the case that was in it out and opening it up. In the case was seven small drones, each one named after the seven dwarves from Snow White. He was in the midst of making the eighth one and naming it Snow. He used the tablet to light them up and control them and then one by one they zoomed into the air and into the room on his left. He kept his eyes on the screen but nothing was coming back to him. The only things that were in there were what you would normally find in a castle dining room. "Nothing" he said and then brought them back out the room.
"Well there is always the second one" Emily said and then carried on down the corridor, the drones following her as she walked. "The second room is on the right hand side, this is where they said it was" she said and then watched as the drones flew passed her and into the room.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" He asked and looked up from the three screens that this tablet had. "Because there is nothing here agent Clarke" he muttered around a sigh before looking up and down the corridor. "Maybe it's in another room" then there was a beeping coming from the tablet and he dropped his eyes down and looked at it. "Sneezy is picking up something" he said but kept his eyes on the screens.
"Where is it, Fitz?" Jemma asked and then looked around the corridor before putting her eyes on her best friend.
"Uh, it's in the corner of the dining room and there's nothing else in the room so it seems safe" he nodded with a smile and then pushed the door open more, it gave a creak which is odd considering that this was a castle that was being looked after. But he pushed that thought away from his mind and walked into the room. Fitz looked around and then huffed out a breath. "It's just mostly sticks" he called out to them. "Oh, hello what's this" he said and raised his eyebrow. This part of a stick was coming out of a fireplace, as if it had been placed there. Just stuck into the brickwork. "You can come in"
Emily walked into the room along with Simmons, telling the other guard to stay outside of the door and moved over to where Fitz was standing and turned her head to the side slightly so that she could see what it was. "Any idea on what it could be?"
"Well it could be a number of things" both Fitzsimmons said in unison and then started to go off in one of those famous scientist talk that they were well known for.
"Guys," Emily said after a moment and settled her brown eyes on them. "In English, do you know what this is or not?"
"No" Jemma said and then just as she said that Fitz said "Not a bloody clue"
Emily laughed and shook her head. "Well you really are helpful, aren't you?" she teased before then calling out. "Will" The guard on the door was called Will. There wasn't any answer. "Will" she tried again and this time she moved over to the door and found that the corridor was empty. But she had told him to stay outside the door. That was straight. It was also making a feeling settle in the pit of her stomach. "Someth-" she was in the middle of a sentence when a shot rang out and she moved back into the dining room. "That's all we fucking need" she said.
There was someone else there with them and this wasn't going to be easy, they had to get the damn thing out of the castle and back in the air. More shots rang out and this time they were on the wooden door that was facing her and Fitzsimmons. There was two ways out of this room and she wasn't sure if they were both blocked.
"Amanda" Jemma said and looked at her with wide eyes "You're bleeding"
Emily pushed her eyebrows together and put her hand to the side of her stomach and it came away red. "So I am" she said and bit down on her lip. "Shit" she looked around the room. "I have to get you both out of here," she admitted and then looked over at Fitz. "Do you have the ICER on you?" there was silence "Fitz" she said more forcefully. "Do you have the ICER on you or is it in the bag?"
"I have it on me," he said and then nodded. "Yo.. you're bleeding" he looked up at her and pointed to the red spot on her shirt.
"I'll be fine," Emily smiled reassuringly. How the hell didn't she know in the beginning that she had been shot? That wasn't the important thing right now, they had to all get out of here alive and back on the quinjet. She heard gunfire from the other side so that meant the other two guards were doing what they were paid to do, good.
"Right, what I'm going to do is get you out of here, get the damn whatever it is and let us get out of this shit hole" Emily muttered over at them and looked back at her hand. It wasn't the first time she had been shot and in this job, it probably wouldn't be the last either.
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Post by Ray on Jan 10, 2016 2:01:26 GMT -7
Caesar hangs by the door, letting the morning chill wake him up from a sleepless night. He watches the castle lazily, even after the group has disappeared inside with all of their gear. He's never been in the UK before, very rarely been to Europe at all save for one particular mission early on in his career with SHIELD. Most of his time is spent in the States or South America, thanks to his Hispanic parents and Spanish being his first language. But it's nice here. Quiet. Cold. The sky is a shade of blue he's not sure he's ever seen before. And the castle is...smaller than he expected.
He fingers his phone out of the pocket of his flight suit and snaps a quick picture, sending it off back to DC and Poe, who's no doubt grumbling in his sleep about rules and regulations.
He smiles to himself and tucks the phone back away, breathing in deeply the fresh air.
And then he blinks. He sees red.
The smile slowly draws downward into a frown as the hairs on the back of his neck stand upright. His body shifts, involuntarily, instinctively, off of the door frame he'd been using as a post, his entire frame tensing. His lips part in anger and panic even before he hears the distant echo of a gunshot, and then he's running.
His feet pound into the soil as he races towards the castle, jet forgotten. The two guards are standing by the door, banging sharply on the door in an effort to cave it in with sheer force alone, when Caesar rushes up to meet them. He's a little out of breath, but he doesn't take a single second to rest as his brown eyes scan the castle. "We were set up, sir." One of the guards barks out like it helps.
"No, we just weren't the only ones who knew about this. Give me that." Caesar demands sharply, snatching the rifle out of the guards hand. He spins it round, rests the butt against his shoulder, and aims upwards towards an open window in one fluid motion. He fires off a shot instantly, and a figure tumbles out of the window and drops like a sack of bricks to the grass below. "I'm keeping this." Caesar huffs, not even giving the guard another glance as he searches for a way in. "Is there a second entrance?"
"We don't know-"
"Shit." He hisses, jogging around the side of the castle.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jan 10, 2016 2:18:48 GMT -7
"Okay, I'm only going to say this once so pick up only the stuff that you can put in your bag Fitz and leave the rest" she said and nodded before moving across the room to the other door. The other two were working out what would fit in the bag, by the sound of it most of the stuff that he actually had with him.
Emily reached into the waistband of her jeans and grabbed out her gun before she took a deep breath, or at least tried too. The SHIELD shirt was starting to stick to her skin and it was feeling horrible but that would have to wait til they were out of this castle. "Come on, we're going" she said and then beckoned them over to her, she couldn't help but smile, through the pain, at the fact Fitz had the ICER out. "You stay with me and do as I say and I promise I will get you out of here" she nodded at them before she reached for the door.
She poked her head out of the door, her gun raised, and found that no one was shooting at them and decided to step out. That could've either been a good idea or a very stupid one and thankfully it was the former. Emily then nudged her head and Fitzsimmons came out of the room and followed her down the hallway. She had no idea where she was going but the best bet was to always see if she could make for one of the back rooms, they usually had a door. Then an idea came to her, she grabbed her cell out of her back pocket and found the name that she was looking for and rang it.
"Come on Caesar, pick up" she said and continued on down a corridor. This had been the first time she had been in a castle but it was going to be the last damn time too.
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