Coulson was (where else) in his office at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. His apartment was probably coated in a thick layer of dust by now, and the cot in the corner saw more action than his bed ever had. It was easier to live out of the office than worry about commuting back and forth. Now more than ever. Someone needed to keep an eye on Hammer. Coulson wasn't sure exactly he was planning with this new team, but he was going to find out.
He was on his 6th cup of coffee, and hadn't moved from his desk in hours. It was littered with files, hard copies; it was time consuming, but less likely to set off any alarms. It was tiring work though, and he loosened his tie with a sigh. It was going to be a long night.