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Extra extra credits scene - "Yes Men".
As far as convert meetings go, normal civilians would have called it excessive. Even some lower agents might have question the lengths that they'd gone to. Secrets within secrets was the unofficial motto of the agency and that was never proving more true then it was right now. A secure phone line. A secret mission. The small number of people as possible kept in the loop. Fury. Hill. May. The Doctor. Even the two agents positioned at the "guest house" had no idea what they were actually hiding.
And that had all lead to now. Coulson had found one the deep little secret that they'd tried so hard to keep. Hill leaned against the desk as she stared out at the city lights. Istanbul was big enough to get lost in, it made it better for a meeting like this. Any communication tended to get lost in all the white noise. It was just hitting 2am, it was a small room in some derelict hotel, for once there were no guards or agents posted anywhere near the meeting. It wasn't about security, it was about trust. Coulson had been pulling every favour he could to get to Fury. They didn't need to give him any more links. Maria's Glock is on the small table behind her, if she needs it, she'll use it.
All of this work because that last call had bought the issue to a forefront.
Because he was coming for them.
And that had all lead to now. Coulson had found one the deep little secret that they'd tried so hard to keep. Hill leaned against the desk as she stared out at the city lights. Istanbul was big enough to get lost in, it made it better for a meeting like this. Any communication tended to get lost in all the white noise. It was just hitting 2am, it was a small room in some derelict hotel, for once there were no guards or agents posted anywhere near the meeting. It wasn't about security, it was about trust. Coulson had been pulling every favour he could to get to Fury. They didn't need to give him any more links. Maria's Glock is on the small table behind her, if she needs it, she'll use it.
All of this work because that last call had bought the issue to a forefront.
Because he was coming for them.
no subject
As she steps inside, she assesses the points of entry and the layout of the room. (This isn't the kind of hotel with a view to tell them where they are, but if they stick around for another hour and a half or so, by her estimate, they'll hear a call to prayer.) She leaves her key on the nearest surface, neither the desk or the small table; not wanting to interfere with Hill's set up. The Glock gets an appreciative look.
It shouldn't come as a surprise that May herself is unarmed. That wasn't a direct order, it's just her way. She's wearing casual clothes with the ghost of the uniform—the physicality that comes from wearing it for a long time—still on her shoulders. There's some minor bruising on one side of her face, but the circumstances are negligible. They're here because of a much more urgent development.
She doesn't have much time. The team will expect her back, Coulson will expect her, and she had to cover fair amount of ground to get here. It's not a joke, but maybe it would be funny in hindsight to someone: she doesn't like driving in, around, or out of Istanbul. She's been through every level of the S.H.I.E.L.D. defensive driving course, and she still finds these streets unpredictable.]
Commander.
no subject
The sound of May's voice made her drag her eyes away from the city lights. There's only a flicker of a smile on her face at the sight of her. This isn't a social visit. She'd been dodging Coulson's and Hand's calls. For two very different reasons. Dating someone in house was always presented it's own challenges after all.
She finally turns fully around, her hands over her chest. She makes no attempt to go for her glock. At this point it was almost a safety blanket for her. She'd use it if she needed it. Unlike May, she didn't "take a gun if she needed it." She always had one.
There's a pause before she speaks. A moment that simply hangs in the air between them. Her lips pressing together as she soaks in the sight of her.]
Agent May. Director Fury sends his regards.
no subject
Something about the strange surroundings, or the image of Hill wearing something over her tactical uniform - it prompts her to reply where she could've easily said nothing.]
I didn't expect him. I didn't expect you.
[She wouldn't put it past them, or begrudge them, if they'd made her come all this way for an answering machine and a tape with a message. She's difficult to tail, but she's confident that her team could do it if they were motivated. She took every reasonable measure, but it wouldn't be impossible for Coulson to find Hill through her.]
no subject
And she had a point, there was every possibility that May could have walked in on a simple answering machine with a message on it. It might even explode after. It was very school. But this required a personal touch, Coulson was upping his game. This required a little more then a simple message.]
Drastic meassures..
[ Maria never finishes her sentence as she walked around the table, somehow feeling more comfortable closer to her glock. She's confident in May's abilities. Besides, she's also very sure Coulson wouldn't want her. Even Hill was in the dark about Fury some of the time.]
Well?
[ She was waiting for a mission update. Those words on the encrypted line were a bit short after all.]
no subject
It was the least of her motivations—she had several, she's not the type of person who can do something for one reason and one reason only—but the very tactical and hardened part of her had slept with Ward so that she'd have something to confess to, if Coulson ever accused her of keeping secrets. A strategic breach of trust, only to reestablish it, stronger for the honesty.]
Coulson knows where GH-325 came from. He doesn't know what he is, but he knows what he isn't.
And he's shutting me out - excluding the team, everyone but Skye.
[Which doesn't mean she's been caught. She counters that question before Hill can ask. Her tone stands in, placeholder for rolling her eyes. It's undeniably inconvenienced and impatient, but tolerant and fond as well. Phil's a kind man, trying to do a kind thing. It isn't his fault that it makes her job harder.]
He thinks he's protecting us.
no subject
Hill and Fury had trusted May to play by her own rules but there was a certain guidelines she had to follow. Lucky for them both sleeping with Ward was never a mission objective.
There's a little pause at the mention of Skye. Why protect her?]
And Coulson is running interference on Skye's recovery. No blood samples or mention of her after he left the medical base. Charming, he's covering all of his bases.
[ There's almost a tone of admiration in her voice. Because while it's almost Coulson doing what he thinks is best. He doesn't have a clear picture like the rest of them.]
Agents Sitwell reported in that he tried to meet with him.
You know what he's after?