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Apr. 4th, 2015 08:53 pmEverything is so efficient when suddenly you're part of a proper mission. There's a blur of a morning, and somehow she and Fitz are on the loading deck of the Bus (they have official names for things now, the plane is 'The Bus', isn't that just too cool?), all of their sanctioned equipment stacked up neatly and the whole world ahead. All that's left for them to do is get set up.
Which means a whole lot of unpacking.
Of course the technicians who unloaded all of their things didn't exactly separate them out very well, so some of her stuff is on Fitz's and vice-versa. She shifts Fitz's latest project out of the way so she can get at her pack... and is prompting interrupted by a querulous Scot.
"Whoawhoawhoa watch it! That's the Night-Night Gun." Fitz scolds, sounding as scandalized as if she just dangled a baby by its foot over an acid bath.
"Well, it's on my stuff and it doesn't work and there's no way we're calling it the Night-Night Gun." She points out, rolling her eyes at him as he hugs the prototype weapon defensively. He waves one of the heavy cartridges at her as they take the latest load into the lab space.
"The bullets work. Non-lethal, heavy stopping power, break up under the subcutaneous tissue..." Fitz gripes, but she's having none of that.
"Yeeeeah, with only a dose of point-one microlitres of dendrotoxin - I'm not Hermione, I can't create instant paralysis with that." Jemma rolls her eyes at him, and barrels on - the outraged protectiveness of his design on his face means he's going to try to do the same. "You should have run the specs by me properly before building the molds, or read a book, it's not particularly difficult..."
There's a heavy thump at the open door to the lab, and they pause in their mutually satisfying rants to look over.
Hoooooooly crap. Has she mentioned recently that operations agents are rather well built? The one standing there staring at them is gorgeous. She vaguely remembers him from the briefing they were given - he's the fellow they've assigned to do all the shooting-type stuff.
"Fitzsimmons?" He drawls, sounding vaguely put-out and bored at the same time, looking between them like he's not sure which one he hopes its not. Poor dear.
"Fitz." She introduces, pointing to her partner.
"Simmons." Fitz returns, waving a hand at her. "I'm Engineering, she's... Biochem." Aaaand there's the long-standing scorn, so she goes to find the proper kit. Everything's all disorganized right now, this has to be fixed once she gets a quiet moment.
"Agent... Ward?" Fitz hazards from behind her, and she suspects she knows why the (ruggedly handsome) agent has sought them out, so she digs for a fresh swab out of her sampling kit.
"Agent Coulson said I'd need my comm unit encoded." Ward is handing Fitz one of the newer hand-held systems. "I don't know if you've worked with that model before, it's..." Ward stops, looking dumbfounded, as Fitz breaks the machine down ruthlessly (and mostly with a hammer). "... Brand new."
"He'll repurpose the IDIS chip." She explains absently as she scans through Ward's paper file, one of the handful left on their worktable.
"Don't need the external receiver for the inner ear comms any more." Fitz adds in the same tone.
"... Uh, so how does it..." Ward's mouth is open, so really it's the perfect time to swoop in and get a cheek swab. Permission is for people who haven't signed it away to SHIELD already. She does the poor thing a favor and explains as she gets a good sample. (Lord he's tall)
"Embedded neurosensory silicon matched to your DNA. It's quite posh." She assures him, rather chipper about the whole thing - a FitzSimmons joint venture, actually, from about a year back. Good to see it finally in use. "So, are you excited to be coming on our journey into mystery?"
"It's like Christmas." She grins at him for that answer, knowing she looks a bit giddy and not caring - it really is like Christmas, isn't it? It's absolutely brilliant. She hears tires screech as she sets up the DNA extractor, and by the time she has that finished and can look up, Agent Coulson has arrived and Ward is disappearing upstairs with him.
Ah well. Better get her work done now, there's time for eye-candy later. Coulson is the last of their group to arrive - not ten minutes after Ward leaves, the engines start spinning up, and they receive a terse warning from May that they're going to be airborne soon.
This is going to be the best day ever.
Which means a whole lot of unpacking.
Of course the technicians who unloaded all of their things didn't exactly separate them out very well, so some of her stuff is on Fitz's and vice-versa. She shifts Fitz's latest project out of the way so she can get at her pack... and is prompting interrupted by a querulous Scot.
"Whoawhoawhoa watch it! That's the Night-Night Gun." Fitz scolds, sounding as scandalized as if she just dangled a baby by its foot over an acid bath.
"Well, it's on my stuff and it doesn't work and there's no way we're calling it the Night-Night Gun." She points out, rolling her eyes at him as he hugs the prototype weapon defensively. He waves one of the heavy cartridges at her as they take the latest load into the lab space.
"The bullets work. Non-lethal, heavy stopping power, break up under the subcutaneous tissue..." Fitz gripes, but she's having none of that.
"Yeeeeah, with only a dose of point-one microlitres of dendrotoxin - I'm not Hermione, I can't create instant paralysis with that." Jemma rolls her eyes at him, and barrels on - the outraged protectiveness of his design on his face means he's going to try to do the same. "You should have run the specs by me properly before building the molds, or read a book, it's not particularly difficult..."
There's a heavy thump at the open door to the lab, and they pause in their mutually satisfying rants to look over.
Hoooooooly crap. Has she mentioned recently that operations agents are rather well built? The one standing there staring at them is gorgeous. She vaguely remembers him from the briefing they were given - he's the fellow they've assigned to do all the shooting-type stuff.
"Fitzsimmons?" He drawls, sounding vaguely put-out and bored at the same time, looking between them like he's not sure which one he hopes its not. Poor dear.
"Fitz." She introduces, pointing to her partner.
"Simmons." Fitz returns, waving a hand at her. "I'm Engineering, she's... Biochem." Aaaand there's the long-standing scorn, so she goes to find the proper kit. Everything's all disorganized right now, this has to be fixed once she gets a quiet moment.
"Agent... Ward?" Fitz hazards from behind her, and she suspects she knows why the (ruggedly handsome) agent has sought them out, so she digs for a fresh swab out of her sampling kit.
"Agent Coulson said I'd need my comm unit encoded." Ward is handing Fitz one of the newer hand-held systems. "I don't know if you've worked with that model before, it's..." Ward stops, looking dumbfounded, as Fitz breaks the machine down ruthlessly (and mostly with a hammer). "... Brand new."
"He'll repurpose the IDIS chip." She explains absently as she scans through Ward's paper file, one of the handful left on their worktable.
"Don't need the external receiver for the inner ear comms any more." Fitz adds in the same tone.
"... Uh, so how does it..." Ward's mouth is open, so really it's the perfect time to swoop in and get a cheek swab. Permission is for people who haven't signed it away to SHIELD already. She does the poor thing a favor and explains as she gets a good sample. (Lord he's tall)
"Embedded neurosensory silicon matched to your DNA. It's quite posh." She assures him, rather chipper about the whole thing - a FitzSimmons joint venture, actually, from about a year back. Good to see it finally in use. "So, are you excited to be coming on our journey into mystery?"
"It's like Christmas." She grins at him for that answer, knowing she looks a bit giddy and not caring - it really is like Christmas, isn't it? It's absolutely brilliant. She hears tires screech as she sets up the DNA extractor, and by the time she has that finished and can look up, Agent Coulson has arrived and Ward is disappearing upstairs with him.
Ah well. Better get her work done now, there's time for eye-candy later. Coulson is the last of their group to arrive - not ten minutes after Ward leaves, the engines start spinning up, and they receive a terse warning from May that they're going to be airborne soon.
This is going to be the best day ever.
