agent_fitz (agent_fitz) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-02-11 22:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | agent fitz, agent simmons, green arrow ii |
Who: Agent Leo Fitz, Agent Jemma Simmons, Connor Hawke
Where: New York SHIELD facility
When: February 11, 2014 (right after this.)
What: The test results are spotted. He's makes a break for it! Ow, nope. Too white and nerdy.
Rating: Pg-13
Tap-tap-tap... taptaptap. Tap. The soft sound of his finger thumping the touch screen was the only sound until he realized that it was quiet in the lab. He looked up, scooting his goggles up into his curly hair. Where had Simmons got herself to? The machine whirring blood samples in the corner gave a soft pinging sound to note it was completed. She had dozens going at once. Fitz shook his head, wandering to the machine to set the next stage of the testing.
"Not as though this works... One tiny sample. How do they expect it to work off of... Hello there." He pulled one of the lab printouts toward himself. It had been hurriedly shoved under a tray. That wasn't Jemma's usual style, cramming paperwork where others couldn't see it. His eyes flicked over it, then his brow pinched down, flipping it quickly and looking back. "Oh, no way she managed..." His mouth dropped open, looking toward the door quickly. He quickly scampered to the computer, typing rapidly.
[Lockdown initiated. Lockdown initiated. Lockdown initiated.]
He pulled his backpack onto his shoulder and fled, sliding out the sliding doors to the lab right before they pinched shut. He passed the group of soldiers locked behind another set of doors, giving him muffled orders to halt. Sneakered feet hit the halls at a dead run.
It was a tangled hunt. A small machine led several soldiers on a chase down the hall after his com, tracking it thinking it was still attached to him. A loop of opening doors led them to think he was hurrying another direction. He entirely blocked the cameras, and few guessed where he was really going. Simmons was on her way back to the lab when suddenly a door opened to the sound of a backpack dropping on the floor and a gun charging.
Brown eyes met blue, hers wide with surprise, his narrowed and focused down the sight of the night-night gun. "This is on insane-god setting. It will kill you," he informed her. "Hands." When they were up he gave a short shake of his head, smirking incredulously. "Clever... super clever. Who would have thought that you could-AH! Don't touch the phone!"
The lips pursed, jaw setting, but he didn't seem able to pull the trigger. He needed to. He knew that. But... He took a breath, closed his eyes, shoulders tensing and aiming again.
The pair of hands grabbed him from behind. He hadn't heard the other person coming at all. The gun went clattering across the floor, his hands flailing as the forearm pressed firmly against his throat. He couldn't even cry out in the sleeper hold.
"Easy. Don't fight it... Down..." Connor knelt with the curly-haired man, and finally the body went entirely slack. "It's okay. He should be asleep now." The younger Green Arrow looked at Jemma Simmons sheepishly, rubbing a hand through his blond hair. "Uh, kinda luck, really. I took the wrong hall. You all right?"