Ins_spacetime87
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"Welcome to level nine..."
Ward had been repeting these words over and over in his head for the last few days. "Level nine, what did Iget myself into? " he thought as he saw Coulson coming down the stairs from his office in his ridiculously well outfitted plane.
After the events in new-York Coulson had been regarded as a mythical here. Not an easy feat, concidering the heroes S.H.I.E.L.D. already had on its payrole. But his heroïsm, that had cost him his life, had brought together a group of very special people, people that could not possibly work together. The Avengers had come to be because of Agent Coulson, and it had cost him his life...
At least, when you were a level eight agent...
"Welcome to level nine" Coulson had said when he drafted Ward to his secret team, revealing he was not as dead as director Fury wanted the world to think.
Ward looked around the table in the Planes situation room. Agent May looked gloomy as she had from the first day he met her... as for Fitz-Simmons.... they looked as unready for fieldwork as the day he had first met them.
"A fine team we have here " ward thought... An recently promoted undercover operative, a former undercover operative with serious mental issues and to fresh academy graduates, lead by a dead man. He couldn't help but smile.
"Is Something funny ward?" Coulson looked quite severe, something serious had to be up. "Two hours ago, a man climbed a burning building by knocking holes in the brick wall, saved a woman from the fire jumped from the top of the building and ran of. We have no idea where he is now, and to top it all of, Rising tide seems to have better video footage of the event than we have!"
May nodded her head and turned to Fitz, "any luck getting past their security to find out what they know of this event?"
Fitz sounded a bit unsure as he said: "not so far, their security measures would befit our own organisation, they use a programming language I am very unfamiliar with, it seems to be developed for and by the hacking community"
"We did make an interesting discovery though" Jemma put in, "we are not the only ones trying to get a peek at their files."
"Yes, we detected someone trying to get past their security measures, he didn't seem to be succesfull, but he did use this weird programming language."
"it's something" said coulson, "we have no other lead what so ever, you have this guys location?"
"Not yet" Said Fitz as he opened his laptop, "but I do Now"he hit a few more keys on the laptop, "and now the coördinates are in the planes computer."
May got up, "wheels up in five!"
Three hours later, ward found himself looking at the ugliest hippie van he had seen in years... Expectig a fat balding guy with an unkept beard in there, he knocked on the door...
Man, was he wrong....
Welcome to level nine....
Ward had been repeting these words over and over in his head for the last few days. "Level nine, what did Iget myself into? " he thought as he saw Coulson coming down the stairs from his office in his ridiculously well outfitted plane.
After the events in new-York Coulson had been regarded as a mythical here. Not an easy feat, concidering the heroes S.H.I.E.L.D. already had on its payrole. But his heroïsm, that had cost him his life, had brought together a group of very special people, people that could not possibly work together. The Avengers had come to be because of Agent Coulson, and it had cost him his life...
At least, when you were a level eight agent...
"Welcome to level nine" Coulson had said when he drafted Ward to his secret team, revealing he was not as dead as director Fury wanted the world to think.
Ward looked around the table in the Planes situation room. Agent May looked gloomy as she had from the first day he met her... as for Fitz-Simmons.... they looked as unready for fieldwork as the day he had first met them.
"A fine team we have here " ward thought... An recently promoted undercover operative, a former undercover operative with serious mental issues and to fresh academy graduates, lead by a dead man. He couldn't help but smile.
"Is Something funny ward?" Coulson looked quite severe, something serious had to be up. "Two hours ago, a man climbed a burning building by knocking holes in the brick wall, saved a woman from the fire jumped from the top of the building and ran of. We have no idea where he is now, and to top it all of, Rising tide seems to have better video footage of the event than we have!"
May nodded her head and turned to Fitz, "any luck getting past their security to find out what they know of this event?"
Fitz sounded a bit unsure as he said: "not so far, their security measures would befit our own organisation, they use a programming language I am very unfamiliar with, it seems to be developed for and by the hacking community"
"We did make an interesting discovery though" Jemma put in, "we are not the only ones trying to get a peek at their files."
"Yes, we detected someone trying to get past their security measures, he didn't seem to be succesfull, but he did use this weird programming language."
"it's something" said coulson, "we have no other lead what so ever, you have this guys location?"
"Not yet" Said Fitz as he opened his laptop, "but I do Now"he hit a few more keys on the laptop, "and now the coördinates are in the planes computer."
May got up, "wheels up in five!"
Three hours later, ward found himself looking at the ugliest hippie van he had seen in years... Expectig a fat balding guy with an unkept beard in there, he knocked on the door...
Man, was he wrong....
Welcome to level nine....