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Jul. 7th, 2015 05:18 pmJemma will always remember the second mission as a series of snapshots, tiny clear spots in a day full of fear and worry and sketchy decision-making.
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The Mayan ruin was... immense, awe-inspiring, ancient, surrounded by the most intense humid heat she's ever had the misfortune of encountering. She'll have to re-think her outfit if they have to stay here for longer than a few hours. Jemma does hope they'll be here that long - once they figure out the mysterious object that brought them here in the first place, of course. After that, they should be free to do a little personal exploration - Fitz can find one of his monkeys, and maybe she'll find a snake or two - the area's supposedly thick with them, every single one fascinating. She convinces Fitz to stop for a photo before heading inside the ruin - maybe someday, when all of this has been declassified, she'll be able to tell her parents about it.
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The heat is worse inside the ruins - at least outside, there's a breeze once you get above the trees. Inside, the buzz of the DWARF drones competes with the buzz of the mosquitoes, and Jemma begins to regret her comments about Dengue Fever. She's making a mental note to make sure and check everyone for infection once they're back on the Bus when the readings she and Fitz are getting from the drones start to make clear, horrible sense.
And then, of course, there's gunfire.
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Jemma eyes her normally verbose partner worriedly as she works, sifting through the pile of data they already have on the mysterious machine they've found. She was so very happy when she found out that Fitz had been assigned to this team as well, but... Maybe she shouldn't have asked for it. He's never really wanted to be out here. Not like she has - she has only herself to blame for all this, she did ask for it. Repeatedly.
Of course, she didn't know she was asking for a frantic cross-country drive with a dangerous Tesseract-powered weapon that might possibly could explode sitting practically in her lap while armed rebels chase them through the jungle, ending with a plane full of rescued Columbian soldiers on their plane and a whole lot of shouting between people who were supposed to be teammates.
Anxiety makes her tone snippy as she taps the holotable to life.
"So, should we work, or just continue to..." 'Sulk' was the next word, but finally Fitz feels like answering, and it almost feels like something approaching normal.
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They tie her up first.
One of them still has a knife to Fitz's throat, jammed up against his carotid. She's already done the math three times, she knows just how quickly he'd bleed out if that knife slips. Still, it's embarrassing. She's a SHIELD agent, she should be able to... do something. Slow them down. Get out of this fix.
They tie her up first, but in the end, the only one not tied to the cargo bay doors is Coulson. With how relaxed the enemy soldiers are, they probably have Coulson captured somewhere. This... this isn't good.
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Jemma stares into the refrigerator, considering. She feels rather battered, the plane is in... rather rough shape, they're grounded for the near future... but. They got the weapon to the Slingshot, and soon it will be out of anyone's hands. They worked together as a team.
Agent May is the Cavalry.
Decision made, she pulls the ice tray out of the freezer door and dumps it into the cooler. There's enough beer in here for everyone, they can watch the rocket launch from the hanger bay doors and have a drink. Perfect end for the end of a day in the field.
Maybe she'll have one now. Just to make sure they're still good.
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The Mayan ruin was... immense, awe-inspiring, ancient, surrounded by the most intense humid heat she's ever had the misfortune of encountering. She'll have to re-think her outfit if they have to stay here for longer than a few hours. Jemma does hope they'll be here that long - once they figure out the mysterious object that brought them here in the first place, of course. After that, they should be free to do a little personal exploration - Fitz can find one of his monkeys, and maybe she'll find a snake or two - the area's supposedly thick with them, every single one fascinating. She convinces Fitz to stop for a photo before heading inside the ruin - maybe someday, when all of this has been declassified, she'll be able to tell her parents about it.
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The heat is worse inside the ruins - at least outside, there's a breeze once you get above the trees. Inside, the buzz of the DWARF drones competes with the buzz of the mosquitoes, and Jemma begins to regret her comments about Dengue Fever. She's making a mental note to make sure and check everyone for infection once they're back on the Bus when the readings she and Fitz are getting from the drones start to make clear, horrible sense.
And then, of course, there's gunfire.
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Jemma eyes her normally verbose partner worriedly as she works, sifting through the pile of data they already have on the mysterious machine they've found. She was so very happy when she found out that Fitz had been assigned to this team as well, but... Maybe she shouldn't have asked for it. He's never really wanted to be out here. Not like she has - she has only herself to blame for all this, she did ask for it. Repeatedly.
Of course, she didn't know she was asking for a frantic cross-country drive with a dangerous Tesseract-powered weapon that might possibly could explode sitting practically in her lap while armed rebels chase them through the jungle, ending with a plane full of rescued Columbian soldiers on their plane and a whole lot of shouting between people who were supposed to be teammates.
Anxiety makes her tone snippy as she taps the holotable to life.
"So, should we work, or just continue to..." 'Sulk' was the next word, but finally Fitz feels like answering, and it almost feels like something approaching normal.
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They tie her up first.
One of them still has a knife to Fitz's throat, jammed up against his carotid. She's already done the math three times, she knows just how quickly he'd bleed out if that knife slips. Still, it's embarrassing. She's a SHIELD agent, she should be able to... do something. Slow them down. Get out of this fix.
They tie her up first, but in the end, the only one not tied to the cargo bay doors is Coulson. With how relaxed the enemy soldiers are, they probably have Coulson captured somewhere. This... this isn't good.
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Jemma stares into the refrigerator, considering. She feels rather battered, the plane is in... rather rough shape, they're grounded for the near future... but. They got the weapon to the Slingshot, and soon it will be out of anyone's hands. They worked together as a team.
Agent May is the Cavalry.
Decision made, she pulls the ice tray out of the freezer door and dumps it into the cooler. There's enough beer in here for everyone, they can watch the rocket launch from the hanger bay doors and have a drink. Perfect end for the end of a day in the field.
Maybe she'll have one now. Just to make sure they're still good.
