[Protected Number] This is Phil Coulson's phone. He is currently incapacitated and needs you to meet him at Epsilon. Take a quin, you're needed immediately - Captain Rogers
The meteor shower had been - strange to say the least. Something about it had Skye’s instincts on edge and she was worried that her life was about to become a lot weirder then it already was.
She wasn’t sure if the shower had anything to do with her current assignment of decoding the writing Coulson had given her, and she had no idea what to do if it was somehow connected. She was only human after all, and Skye had her limits and unlike some she had no problem seeing them.
Her phone chimed and Skye stopped looking at her screen to check to see who it was, surpirse going over her features when she sees Phil’s familiar caller ID picture. She slides it open quickly and reads the text, only for her heart to squeeze in worry.
Nothing about that text sounded good.
Quickly she makes her way over to where Captain America - and yeah, how even was this her life she just got a text from a national treasure - and has Trip drop her off a short walk away from Epsilon. Already in her field gear she had mentally and physically prepared herself for the worst. She breathes in and makes her way through the entrance, hoping that for once her computer skills are needed above her field skills.