{sifting}
[ She's laying her head on the reception desk. The other secretary staff has left her alone. They thought she needed space, and she did. Olive hated lock downs more than the rest of them did, they knew that. And with seeing Anderson the way she did, they thought she needed some time by herself. It was hard to get here, but Olive closed her eyes anyway, watching the presences of the others in the room. Some were nervous, jittery beelines, others were steady. Those were the ones that were ready for the worst-- she liked those. They made her feel more at ease, so she focused on watching them move about the lobby.
Olive was no help unless she could organize her thoughts. She had no idea what would happen to her once this was over with, but knowing something others didn't would make her somewhat useful.
Five FALCON agents in one building. Her, Sandalphon, Michael, Ilo. She could deduce with Michael. There were a dozen different agents with radios down here, including the one that the reception desk had. Someone unidentified in the holding cells? Olive tried to think back to the morning, but she couldn't recall. It had been busy in the morning. She was running files to agents upstairs. Maybe she had seen him, but she couldn't remember it. Mia had told her something once, that Michael was being used as a scapegoat for a time. Either way, the third person inside of SHIELD couldn't have been from another affiliate, so FALCON was the only way. Michael seemed like a decent enough guess. Olive continued through her sifting.
Mia was... keeping her safe. Elsewhere. And Ellis-- knew about her? It irked Olive, but she pushed forward. No need to concern herself with their relation, not now.
Anderson was dead.
Olive grimaced, clenching her fists as she tried not to think on that. The spray of blood below her. The bullet wound visibly marked across Anderson's forehead. A blankness in her stare. Olive pursed her lips, trying long and hard not to retch from these lingering thoughts. It could have been herself that had been shot, or someone else-- she was always going to see it. It was inevitable. Some things just were.
Breath deep. It was okay. That bit was over. Just breath.
...Past the thoughts that made her sick, Olive sifted down to the one thing that still nagged at her-- the shooter. Thinking on it, she was almost sure she was familiar with the shooter. She had a feeling about it. Just a feeling.
But there was one person she had in mind. Someone who had contacted her previously, asking about Ilo. Shashiel.
Olive wondered how that would even make sense, though. She grabbed a sticky note and a pen, making curly designs across it. FALCON was never so disorganized. Something was off about it. There was definitely some sort of split-- Mia was going to protect her. From Erik? Why would Mia do that? How could another agent protect her from him? Particularly after what she did. There were five FALCON agents, all in one place. That's five less agents on FALCON's roster.
Olive wondered when she had ever become so easily swayed with loyalty. But there were things not being told to her. The only FALCON agent who had even considered contacting her was Mia. She was the only one Olive felt like she could trust.
But Olive had a feeling there was more to Mia than she may probably ever understand. More to anything going on right now, even. Especially if Ellis knew about Mia. This was bigger than herself and a few agents finding their way into SHIELD. It had to be. ]
