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Skye was trying to focus on keeping Fitzsimmons safe. But every few seconds, tears would start to fall, and she had to furiously wipe them away. May was out in the halls somewhere, Skye had lost her as she rampaged over the death of Coulson.
They needed a way out of here and fast. There were only a handful of other agents around, plus Ward. That bastard, that man she thought she could not just trust, but love. She needed to get them all out of here and somewhere safe. That's what Fitzsimmons where doing, trying to find a safe location, that could or would already be well fortified that had what they needed to mount an offensive.
At an explosion down the corridor, Skye knew they had only minutes before they would need to engage with them. But the shouts that had followed soon stopped at the sound of concentrated fire.
"May? Is that you?" She called out.
