Coulson breathed heavily, and as soon as his motion was granted to him he rolled out of the chair, wincing and reaching for his radio. But there was no one left to call. He let his palm fall flat on the desk with a sigh, grimacing and placing his hand over his chest. There, beneath his suit, read the words- The graveyards are filled with dispensable men. But he didn't want to look. Not yet.
He took a moment, before pushing his stiff body to its feet and jogging out after him, but the halls were empty and still.