Mara Jade is SHIELD's ☕ Queen (marajade) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-06-17 21:34:00 |
|
|||
[Three lousy bars would have been cause for complaint in New York, but at the moment Mara Jade was grateful for those 3 stupid bars on the cell phone she’d somehow managed to get through the jungle, a STRIKE team assault, and a failed attempt to get back to the treehouse without breaking. They’d been dropped off after dark by a local Argentinian who didn’t seem inclined to ask questions of the tattered group, and Mara had checked them into shared rooms in a hostel using the pesos she was suddenly very glad that she’d taken the time to exchange. She’d then extracted herself from the team to try to put together an answer to what the hell had happened out there: The HYDRA strike team, the Centipede soldiers that were obviously coming out from the Treehouse, and she’d expected something, but she hadn’t expected anything so obviously - HYDRA. Mara tucked herself into the corner of the small entertainment room, the phone in front of her had only two numbers. She dialed the first one, her eyes gazing at the television blaring Spanish in the other side of the room. It rang once before going straight to an automated lady’s voice: ”The number you are calling cannot receive calls at this time”] Kriff it. [Mara punched in the other number, the number Jasper had used to call her in the forest. As her eyes stared at the television between the Spanish and the captions, she suddenly became aware of what she was seeing on it. In the case of a video image of a helicarrier crashing into the Triskelion a picture was truly worth a thousand words. Mara’s throat tightened as the other phone went to voicemail.] Jasper, dammit. Call me. [It was decidedly unsatisfying and Mara stared at the television for a moment longer before opening her messages. She ignored the last message Jasper had sent her and moved her fingers over the keys.] » What the hell have you lost your phone? » I’ve got the news on - you’d best text me. [The first message came back undelivered, and Mara furiously punched in ‘try again’. It appeared to go through that time and she waited, her eyes on the television even though she couldn’t understand exactly what the reporter was saying. It seemed as if reporters in any language managed to capture the same sense of clear urgency about whatever it was they were saying.] » Text me or I’m leaving your souvenir here. » And it’s coffee, Sitwell. Brilliantly roasted local organically grown fair trade dark blend coffee. [The fact that Mara hadn’t picked anything of the sort up didn’t really matter. She would, if she needed to. She’d pay twice market rate for it at the moment if Sitwell would just text her back. If the Triskelion was destroyed; the Treehouse was clearly no longer in SHIELDs hands; and who knew about the other SHIELD stations around the world: The Hub even.] » Kriff. » Stuff is on the news. » Looks like your job may have sort of imploded » Answer me, dammit. “Please, Jasper. Please don’t do this to me.” [Mara glanced up in time to see her face staring back at her from the television screen only it wasn’t her face, as the name at the bottom clearly stated, but she glanced around anyway to see if anyone had seen anything. Kriff. Maybe he’d answer yet. It had only been a few minutes, but she couldn’t sit here waiting forever. Not under the current circumstances.] |
[Text Messages to Sam Winchester on the Burner Phone]
|