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Grant
If there was one thing, Grant hated above all else in this world. It was stakeouts. The waiting, the boredom, the overwhelming smell of Cheeto puffs and coffee filling up the entire car. They were currently parked outside an apartment building, while one of Daisy’s Inhuman friends went in to recruit new members. Grant would’ve preferred to just use chloroform and a large sack, but no.... They had to sit and wait in a stinking jeep.
“how long have we been waiting out here?” Grant said in irritation, his ringer tapping against the leather seat in annoyance.
“20 minutes.” Mack answered, munching on a sandwich. “Why? You need to go find a fire hydrant to do your business?” He joked, Daisy giggled along with him. Grant just deadpanned and began to fake laugh.
“Hah, hah. Like, I never heard that one before.” He deadpanned. “How long do we have to wait?” He asked.
“Until Alisha comes out of there.” Daisy told him. “You know, you were never like this back on the Bus, you were always dead silent. What gives?” She asked him, Grant was always the quiet one on stakeouts, calm and composed while her and Fitzsimmons bugged him out of boredom.
Grant shrugged. “I’ve been more energetic at nights, lately. Can’t seem to sit still in one place for too long, Andrew said it might be due to my werewolf side, always needing to be on the move.”
“Like ADHD?” Mack related.
Grant just shrugged again. “I don’t know, never thought too much about it. That’s why I’m in the gym so much, these days. Trying to tire myself out, but each time I did I just became more restless.” He explained.
“Well, go get your leash and take yourself for a walk.” Daisy suggested, a teasing smile revealing itself, if she wasn’t so cute, Grant would’ve been more than happy to rip it off.
Mack chuckled. “Oh, and bring dookie bags too!” He added, the two laughing away at Grant’s expense.
Grant just rolled his eyes and opened the door of the car. “Comedians, the both of you.” He fake-snarked as he got out. The crisp October night air hit Grant right in the face as he stepped out of the car, despite it being close to winter, Grant still didn’t shiver under the cold winds, one of the great things about being a werewolf, is that he can adapt to different climates, only downside is that he sheds that much more when it gets colder.
Grant looked around the surprisingly quiet neighbourhood, Halloween decorations covered the entire street. Skeltons, pumpkin heads even a very large balloon pop up of a werewolf were placed on the houses surrounded them. Grant didn’t mind the spooky atmosphere, he loved Halloween as a kid, one of the only holidays he actually still enjoyed. Each year, the Ward’s would go to some governor’s or senator’s house to get wasted, leaving their kids at home alone, meaning Grant and his younger siblings would sneak out of the house and go trick or treating without their parents ever knowing. Halloween was the one night a year, they weren’t the senator’s kids, but just a normal family going out trick or treating. The fond memories’ bringing him comfort to the fact he hasn’t seen Thomas or Rose in years.
Grant’s thoughts were soon interrupted by a blood curling scream coming from the building, Grant leaped into action, sprinting to the car and banging on Mack’s window.
Mack pulled down the window. “What’s wrong?” He asked urgently. Daisy looking just as alarmed.
“I just heard a scream coming from the building, I think It could be Alisha!” Grant told them. Just as he got done explaining, the radio went off and Coulson’s voice came through.
“Daisy, Mack, Grant. Move in now!” Coulson ordered and the three of them were out of the car and running to the building in seconds, Grant much farther ahead as he sprinted into the building, and started leaping from flight to flight of stairs, jumping back and forth until he reached the apartment to find the door already bashed open and three bodies on the ground, one of them being Alisha. Grant then saw the figure of someone running and immediately took after it, Grant couldn’t see the zooming figure as he chased it to the roof, only catching glimpse of a large shadowy figure running away at an unnatural speed.
“Carmine, what’s your status?” Daisy’s voice rang in through comms.
“I have eyes on the suspect, in pursuit of it. It’s going to the roof!” Grant told her as he finally got to the roof and catching the monster at last minute, jumping from the roof they were on and on to the next building.
“What the fuck?” Grant muttered under his breath as he stopped and watched the monster leap from building with ease.
“Carmine, stand down!” Daisy’s voice came in. “Wait for back up!” Grant scoffed as he heard her. ‘Wait for her, she means.” Grant thought as he thought about going after it.
Grant then looked down through the gap between the two buildings, the towering distance making his stomach curl. if he jumped and slipped, he would be a pancake.
Grant let out a deep breath, centring himself as he prepared to jump.
“You want to play? Let’s play!” Grant growled; he then took off! Jumping from edge to edge, quickly getting the hang of leaping from ledge to ledge, jumping over vents, railings and fans. Grant used all the momentum he had, to keep jumping from each building. He then soon caught sight of the monster and starting to gain distance on it.
“Stop! Freeze!” Grant shouted, but the creature just ignored it as it vaulted over a vent. Grant’s forehead began to sweat as he continued the chase after the monster. Soon, catching up with it just enough he could see...... Tentacles? Tentacles coming from its head. What the hell was this thing?
Grant soon got just close enough to yank on its tentacles, making the monster roar and grab out at Grant, grabbing his arm and throwing him into a brick wall, Grant’s body impacted with the wall, his head banging against the bricks. Grant groaned in pain, getting on his hands and knees clutching his head in pain, but he was soon picked up again and effortlessly tossed into a ledge, the impact may have hurt less than the last one, but it still carried it’s pain.
Grant, still reeling from his pain, then looked up to see a large, tall monster standing before him. It was massive, big muscular arms bulged against its dark leathery skin that covered it’s body entirely, a face that looked part human, but it’s face also had a spikey crown coming up from its head and alien features covering its nose and mouth. It’s eyes held a silver predatory gaze as it stare down at him. In short, this thing was a beast.
“Well, aren’t you a handsome fella?” Grant half-joked as he clutched his head, feeling wetness on his hair and looked back at his hand to see blood covering his palm. That’s not a good sign
“Leave me to my work, moonchild.” Its voice was deep and grave as it growled at him.
Grant’s head perked up at the name the monster had given him. “Moonchild? Huh, I’ve been hearing that a lot these days, don’t suppose you can tell how you know that name.” He asked, maybe they could sit down and have a nice chat, before Grant had to bring it in.
The monster grunted, turning around and prepared to jump again, but Grant in all his wisdom, launched at the monster, tackling him to the ground. The monster growled as the two wrestled on the ground.
“Oh no, you don’t!” Grant growled as he grabbed the monster by the neck in order to hold it down, however, Grant was then met with a right hook from the monster, he felt like he was being hit with a stone fist as he felt his jaw crack from the impact. Grant toppled over, falling to the ground in pain, blood came pouring from his mouth as he felt it began to heal itself quickly. Grant then felt a sharp kick to his stomach as the monster began to tear into him, Grant’s rage began to boil his blood as he felt his face began to transform, his nails starting to extend and his strength beginning to double.
The monster went to land another kick to Grant’s chest, but it’s foot was quickly caught as Grant began to glare up at it with his blazing golden eyes, his face morphed to a more canine appearance and his claws puncturing the monster’s leg.
“Okay, now I’m pissed!” Grant’s deep voice came out and he then quickly rose to his feet and landed a hit to the monster’s face, making it recoil back slightly. The two then started to trade hit after hit, landing skin on skin, battling it out. The monster growled as he threw another right hook in Grant’s direction to which the werewolf narrowly dodged. Grant then threw a counterattack, throwing a punch aimed towards the creature’s neck but his attack was intervened, the monster grabbed his wrist, just before it was about to hit it and used that to grab Grant’s neck with his free hand.
Grant began to feel the breath from his lungs be forced out of him as the monster wrapped his giant hand around Grant’s neck and lift him from the ground and into the air. Grant began to struggle as he tried to escape it’s grasp, but the monster just stared at him, examining his struggling body as he held him in the air.
Grant was on the point of collapsing, when he felt the monster’s grasp lighten just enough to let him breath again, but not enough to escape from the vice grip.
“You’re strong.” The monster commenting, the monster then dropped Grant’s neck, Grant then fell to ground, wheezing for breath, the monster towered over him, staring down as he watched Grant grasp for air and nodding to himself.
“You will be useful in the fight to come.” The monster stated, before turning around and walking off, leaving Grant there lying on the ground as he began to breath normally again.
“Agent Carmine? Grant? do you copy.” Daisy’s half pissed; half worried voice come through on comms.
Grant’s finger went to his ear as he tapped into comms. “I copy, the suspect and I came to blows, but he got away.” He reported and he could hear Daisy let out a sigh of relief.
“Alright, give us your coordinates and we’ll have a Quinjet come pick you up.” Daisy told him.
Grant nodded even if Skye couldn’t see him. “Copy, sending now.” He said as he texted his coordinates to Skye.
“Alright sit tight. We’ll be with you shortly.” She said.
“Nice.” Grant breathed out as he laid spread eagle on the rooftop.
“Oh and Carmine?” Daisy perked up.
“Johnson?” Grant received.
“Try anything like that again and I’ll skin you alive.” She threatened and Grant just smiled maniacally as he laid there on the rooftop, staring up at the stars. Thinking about the horrendous lecture that was waiting for back at base.
hours later- 3rd person
“You fucking idiot!” Whack!
“Ow! Jesus, Bobbi calm down!” Grant complained as he wiped his hand over where Bobbi had slapped the side of his head.
“Do not tell me to calm down, Grant Carmine!” Bobbi seethed as she started to patch his more serious wounds, while the minor ones began to heal themselves. “Not when you, the hero complex case that you are, decided to go after a known dangerous 0-8-4 by yourself and then you come with not one, but three! Broken ribs and a concussion. What in the name of God were you thinking?” The blonde werewolf yelled as she roughly but carefully began to stitch up his wounds.
“I can answer that one, he wasn’t.” Daisy said, from where she and Mack stood in the med bay, very much enjoying the show of Bobbi giving Grant a stern talking to.
Grant side-eyed Daisy for a moment before looking back at Bobbi. “I was thinking, I had to catch a dangerous 0-8-4 and there was no time to wait for back up, so I pursued by myself.” He explained, as his hands went to his ribs. “Also, make those two broken ribs, I think one just healed itself.” He said in major discomfort.
Bobbi let out a fiery breath as she cleaned the last of his stitches. “Well, until you make that zero broken ribs, you are on bed rest!”
Grant gaped at the order. “What? You can’t do that, I have way too much work to get done and I’m still waiting for Hunter and Kara to give all the clear to go after Kebo, I have to be ready for that.” He tried to tell her, but Bobbi was not having it, putting up a hand to stop him.
“Yes, I can, I don’t care about whatever obsession you have about catching Kebo, getting better is now your main assignment. Now, go on!” Bobbi demanded, sticking her hand out in the directions of the agent’s quarters.
“You can’t—” Grant tries to argue.
“5!”
“Are you going giving me a countdown?” Grant questioned in outrage.
“4!”
“I’m not a kid, Bobbi!”
“3!”
“I’m a grown man! I can choose to leave whenever I want!”
“2!”
“Fuck it, fine!”
Grant huffed , hopping off the counter, and walking out of the lab, but not before he bumped into someone.
“Hey!, Watch—” Grant stopped, seeing Andrew Garner as the one he bumped into. “Oh,-Andrew.” Grant said in surprise.
“Grant.” Andrew smiled. “Just the man I’ve been meaning to talk to.”
Grant looked puzzled. “oh, that’s never a good sign.” He half-joked, hoping he can chat his way out of spending time on the couch in Andrew’s office.
Andrew chuckled for a moment. “Yes, I’ve been looking to get you in the chair these last few weeks since you came back.”
Grant winced. “Yeah, I’ve been... busy.” It wasn’t technically a lie in Grant ‘s mind, since the whole thing went down with the ATCU, Skye had them hunting Inhumans 24/7. “And, I’m fine these days, no time left for time in the chair.”
Andrew eyed him knowingly, definitely seeing behind his bullshit. “I see, well my door is always open, and you know what i always say. ‘Awareness is the first step to healing.’”
Grant smiled. “I know.”
Andrew smiled warmly and lightly patted him on the shoulder. “You’ve come a long way since I first met you, Grant. I would hate to see that progress go to waste.”
“It won’t, I’ll get talking to you later, Andrew.”
“Alright, also any word from Kara? I’ve been wanting to get her in the chair as well.” Andrew asked and Grant shook his head.
“She’s on assignment with Hunter, should be getting word from them any day now.” Grant explained and Andrew clicked his teeth in disappointment.
“Damn, well I’ll see you, Grant.” Andrew bid his farewell, walking past Grant and continuing down the hall, as he passed, Grant smelt something.... Off of Andrew. A trait to his scent... Something familiar and powerful. Very familiar.
“Andrew...” Grant whispered. “What is going on with you?”
Kara
Kara and May stood in the parking lot, waiting for Hunter. Kara kept biting her nails, it has been 38 hours since they had last saw Lance and she was getting worried, the Englishmen always has a knack for getting himself in shit, so she was silently praying to whatever person in the sky was up there that Hunter was alright.
May stood beside her, composed and as calm as usual. The older woman side-eyed her, looking over Kara’s nervous state. “Stop that, you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep biting your nail.” She said as Kara was about to bite down on her next nail, Kara looked at May’s disapproving stare and lowered her hand back to her side.
“He was supposed to be five minutes ago, what if he’s hurt? What if he’s been compromised, May?” Kara asked in distress.
“Then, we’ll deal with it.” May’s miffed voice did not help calm Kara’s panic.
May looked over at Kara and sighed in dismay. “Look, he’s probably just late. Relax and remember your training.” She told the younger woman.
Kara hesitantly nodded, taking a deep breath, but then groaning in annoyance. “It’s not working, I can’t stop thinking the worst!” She told May. Kara kept thinking of everything the could be happening to Hunter. What if he’s been found out and they shot him or worse they could be eating him right now!
May rolled her eyes at Kara’s annoying, but understandable antics. “Look, I know you and Hunter have gotten.... close to say the least. Since, I’ve been gone, but you need to stay focused. Hunter is going to be fine, that serum Fitz gave you, makes them believe that he’s a wolf, so he’s not going to be found out, so, Calm. Down.” She punctuated the last two words to get her words across.
Kara looked at her and gave her one final nod, it was then another car swerved into the lot and stopped in front of them. The car door opened to reveal Hunter stepping out. Kara had to ground herself to the car, so she wouldn’t end up running into his arms and never let go.
Hunter walked towards them, his eyes more so on Kara than May. Giving his signature wink he once swore made women fall to their knees, but really just made Kara roll her eyes in annoyance.
“Hello, darlings.” Lance greeted, much to May’s chagrin.
“You’re alive.” May stated.
“Ah Melinda, Don’t say you didn’t have faith in me, after all we’ve been through.” Hunter said in mock hurt.
May ignored him placing her hands on the boot of the car. “So, what have you got?”
“Not much, orders coming down from Hydra’s little blonde lunatic in training, Ruby that I’m finally being taken in on a job.” Hunter said. Kara still couldn’t believe the nerve of Hydra. Training kids to be soldier and making them werewolves. It was beyond cruel, it was vile. it was also suicidal thinking they can be kept under control. The worst beast is the one that has been kept in a cage.
“Okay, what’s the job?” May asked.
Hunter shook his head. “Don’t know.” The answer made May’s lips press themselves into a displeased frown.
“When is it?” She asked, this time with a very expectant look on her face.
“No clue.” He shrugged and Kara facepalmed, of course he has next to nothing!
“Any idea where?” May’s voice now took an annoyed turn.
“Not yet!” Lance answered.
“Hunter, seriously?” Kara asked in displeasure.
The Englishmen put his hands up in defence. “What? Point is I’m moving up the food chain, not the literal food chain in this case, but I’m moving!” He claimed.
“They could be luring you into a trap! You gotta think about this, Lance!” Kara tried to tell him.
Hunter scoffed. “It’s not that complicated! Get a job, get a sight of Kebo and bam! No more lunatic werewolf.”
Kara groaned in frustration. Trust Lance Hunter to not see the big picture here. “This is bigger than Kebo now, Hunter. These are kids we’re talking about now! Kids who are being made into child soldiers for god’s sake.”
Hunter kept silent for a moment, before nodding his head. “I know that. I do, but Kara you didn’t see what I saw last year. Bobbi, dirty and vulnerable on the floor, screaming at me to leave, because she was afraid of hurting me! Kebo did that and if I get a shot at the bastard, I’m taking it.” Hunter’s face was furious, anger burning in his eyes as he spoke.
Kara looked down at the ground, she understood him, she really did, she wanted Kebo dead as much as anyone. No one hurt her friends without having to pay the consequences. She would go to the end of the earth, to avenge any one of her friends, but I was different with Bobbi. Seeing her hurt, it was like feeling a apart of herself get hurt and she hated it.
“I get it.” May spoke, making both turn to her. “I get you want to get a shot at Kebo, as do I, but his life is not worth the lives of yours and Bobbi’s.” May told him.
Hunter looked at her and nodded. “On that, we agree.”
Kara quickly got in between them; in case they said or did something they would both regret. “Look, once you get the time and place. Call us.” She looked at Hunter, her eyes pleading with his to agree. Hunter’s eyes softened and nodded.
“You got it.” He agreed.
Kara then looked at May. “Start the car, I’ll be there in a minute.” She asked, May raised an eyebrow at her, but nodded her head, walking to the car door and getting inside. Once, she was sure May couldn’t hear them. Kara quickly latched herself to Hunter, taking his scent and his warmth. “Please, listen to her, don’t take a page out of Carmine’s book and play the big hero.”
Hunter lightly scoffed but wrapped his arms around her. “Kara, I’ll be fine.”
“Promise me.” Kara ordered, her eyes boring themselves into his once again.
Hunter looked at her with adornment. Taking a hand and lightly stroking her hair with it. “I promise, I’ll be careful.”
Kara breathed out a sigh of relief as she heard him. “Good, now If you break that promise, Lance Hunter. I’ll de-man you and boil whatever I end up cutting off. Understand me?” She lightly threatened, to which Hunter winced at the thought.
“Yes, ma’am.” He confirmed, unwrapping his arms off her and pushing them back in his pockets and giving her one last wink before walking back to his car.
Kara watched as he walked away, before stepping into the passenger side of her own car and leaning back into the leather seat. “Alright, let’s go.” She said to May, who nodded, putting the car into gear and driving out of the parking lot.
“He’ll be okay.” May reassured her.
“You can’t be sure of that.” Kara said.
May bit her lip as she thought of a response. “No, I can’t, but I can only have faith in him as can you.”
Fitz
BANG! BANG!
Fitz nearly jumps at the recoil of the pistol as he pulls the trigger twice, the two rounds going anywhere but the bullseye of the paper target’s head. Fitz grunts in frustration as he ejects the magazine and slams it on the counter of the shooting range.
“The damn thing is too powerful. It’s practically throwing me into the wall.” He complains, inspecting the gun as if there is something wrong with the gun.
Grant just raises an eyebrow at him, from where he stood, leaned against the wall behind him. “The gun is not the problem; it’s you.” He states, striding up beside him and taking the Beretta from Fitz’s protesting hands and slams another magazine into it.
“Remember what I told you, hands gripped high around the handle, just below the slide, elbows bent slightly for suspension. Feet planted firmly on the ground, arch your finger around the trigger and lift the gun to meet your eyes, switch the safety off and then fire.” Grant instructed, performing the stance as he spoke and then firing the gun twice, both shots hitting the head of the target.
Grant lowered the gun, switching the safety back on and handing it back to Fitz. “Your turn.” He said.
Fitz hesitantly took the gun from Grant, coping the stance and instructions slowly, making sure each one was correct and pulled the trigger.
The pistol let out a round which then ended up hitting the side of the head. Grant smiled proudly, lightly patting Fitz on the shoulder in pride. “Not bad, I’ll make a marksman out of you yet.”
Fitz smiled, putting the gun down and looking at the hole he made in the paper target.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll stick to ICERS, much less chance of killing someone.” He said.
Grant nodded in understanding. “I get it, the thought of killing someone weighs on you. This is just in case of the chance that if you or anyone else in danger, you know how to defend yourself from a potential threat.”
Fitz nodded in understanding. He appreciated Grant’s teaching, even if the workouts he was being put through made his arms feel like jelly afterwards.
As Fitz and Grant both decided to switch to submachine gun, Grant taking Fitz through the steps of loading and cocking the weapon safely. Fitz began loading the magazine, taking his time as he loaded the bullets inside.
“So, how did dinner with Simmons go?” Grant asked as he loaded his own magazine.
Fitz stopped in the process of loading, his mind going back to the night. Him and Simmons going to the carefully picked restaurant he had chosen for them and then Jemma beginning to cry on his shoulder, doubtlessly ending the date and leaving them in a very awkward place.
“It went... Okay.” He said, not wanting to seem weak in front of Grant.
Grant just stared at him in doubt, seeing past his lie. “Are you sure, you know you can talk to me about this kind of stuff.” He reassured the engineer.
Fitz nodded, setting down the magazine and resting his palms on the table. “I know that, it’s just.... I can’t help but feel maybe I did something.... Wrong. We were just looking at the menu, and she started crying. Maybe, it was too early to take her somewhere.” He guessed.
Grant shrugged as he leaned against the counter, folding his arms as he looked at Fitz. “Could’ve been, I told you this before, but things like this take time. Simmons needs time, what she went though, being in a strange place alone, it takes a toll on someone. She needs time to heal before considering something as serious as dating.”
Fitz sighed. “You’re right, of course you’re right.” And he hated it, he hated the fact Jemma flinched at his touch, the way she seemed so scared whenever he approached her. He wanted the old Simmons back, the one who always welcomed him and his advice with a heart-warming smile.
Grant put a comforting hand on Fitz’s shoulder. “This is going to be hard, for all of us, not just Simmons. From what she might’ve experienced, she may have gotten a form of PTSD, so the only thing we can do is just be there for her, listen and don’t try to fix things. Be patient with her, Fitz. It’s going to be okay.” He told Fitz, who just kept looking at table as if it had just insulted his mother.
Fitz’s lips curved into a small smile, put a hand over where Grant had put his. “Thanks, Grant.” He said with a grateful smile.
Grant smiled back, retracting his hand and nodded. “Hey, how about we take a break. You earned it and we can pick up where we left off later, okay?”
Fitz put up a thumbs up in response. “Sounds good.” He spoke. It was then Fitz heard a loud buzzing noise coming from Grant, who dug his hand inside his back pocket and pulled out his phone.
“You need to get that?” Fitz asked. However, the face Grant had made when he saw the caller ID made Leo drop his smile. A look of pure panic and horror was painted on Grant’s face as he stared at the phone.
“Grant?” Fitz asked, but Grant just held up a hand at the engineer, still staring at the buzzing phone.
“Give me a minute, Fitz.” Was all he said to the Scot before walking off and around the corner, Fitz in all his wisdom decided to quietly follow him, wondering what in the world could made Grant Carmine, badass werewolf of Shield panic?
Fitz crept around the corner, just enough to see Grant talking furiously on the phone, quietly ranting to who was on the other end.
“What the fuck do you mean they’re missing?” Grant quietly snarled into the phone. Fitz leaned into the wall, so he wasn’t spotted, practically becoming one with the wall, so he could Grant’s one-sided conversation.
......
“Do you have any idea who took them?” Grant questioned harshly.
......
“What is their last known position and when?”
.......
“No, no. Don’t bother looking for them. You’re fired!” Grant growled, hanging up the call and then proceeding to throw the phone into the wall, the glass of the screen shattering into pieces against the brick wall.
“FUCK!” Grant screamed. The action making Fitz shiver in his boots.
“Grant?” Fitz wished he never opened his stupid mouth, because once he spoke. Grant rounded on him, his wild golden eyes were full of anger and rage that promised utter carnage and destruction to anyone who pissed him off.
“How much of that did you fucking hear?” Grant roared. Fitz froze, realising his very large mistake and began to step back in fear.
Grant looked at Fitz’s scared demeanour. Taking a step back himself and rounded back to the wall, like the wall had just called him a bastard to Grant’s face. He began to lash out at the wall, banging his fists against the brick and screaming, his knuckles becoming red with blood as they began making small craters where his hands once were, soon enough the wall looked like a meteor had struck it.
Grant stood there panting wildly, as he leaned against the broken wall. Fitz looked in terror at him, slowly getting the courage to walk over to him.
“G-Grant? Are you okay?” Fitz asked uneasily.
Grant continued to pant as his head turned the littlest bit in Fitz’s direction. “Someone’s got them, Fitz.” Was all he said in a quiet and tired voice.
Fitz’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Got who? Grant, who was on that call?”
Grant shook his head. “They don’t matter. It’s my siblings, Fitz. Someone’s got my siblings.”
Daisy
“The DNA results came in. They confirm the killer is Inhuman. He’s killing his own kind.” Bobbi stated, as she and Daisy walked into Coulson’s office, handing the director an tablet with all the information they had gathered.
Daisy shook her head “I don’t get it. If he knows what it’s like, what we go through, I just… I refuse to believe he’s killing them for being Inhuman. He’s not some mindless wrecking machine.” She said, going Terragenesiswas one of the scariest things she had ever experienced, who would be that sadistic to kill someone just, because of who they were?
Coulson nodded his head in agreement. “Agreed. The killer’s tracking its prey. The question is how.”
Bobbi looked to be in deep thought with the question. “Alisha knew these people. They were friends of hers before the outbreak. Maybe the killer was, too.”
Daisy began to think about it, all the Inhumans that had been attacked, were from AfterLife. “It’s possible, but before Alisha was attacked, the couple mentioned that they got some weird e-mail, right?” Daisy asked rhetorically, throwing the email up to the big screen for them all to look at. “Well, that e-mail had a nasty virus attached to it. It chewed up the operating system like a blender. I was able to un-mangle it, and it looks like the virus was planted to track their location.””
Coulson looked at the screen in deliberation, looking to be figuring out their next move. “Do we know of any other Inhumans who got this e-mail?” He asked them.
Daisy shook her head. “Joey Gutierrez didn’t. I checked. But the others, I don’t know. It’s not like we have a ton of candidates to work with.” She answered bitterly. All Inhumans they had tried to take in, were either killed or taken in by the ATCU.
Coulson turned away from the screen to look at her. “Reach out to the ATCU. Let them know what you found.” He ordered and Daisy gawked at it. She hated the fact, they were already working with the ATCU, but know she had to hand over intel?
Daisy closed her mouth then began to grit her teeth as she spoke “Taking this team spirit thing a little far, aren’t we?” She gritted out.
Bobbi then spoke up to agree with her. “Fitz and I grabbed that laptop before they got there. Why would we share this intel?” She questioned.
Coulson squared his shoulders and folded his arms as he looked at them expectantly. “We know the ATCU has found Inhumans in the past, confiscated all their belongings. Let’s see if they’ve come across this virus before.” He explained.
Daisy wasn’t going to let him off that easy. “If we share with them, what do we get in return?” She asked, copying Coulson’s pose and staring back him.
Coulson simply shrugged his shoulder in expectation. “What do you want?”
Daisy clicked her teeth and put her hands behind her back to falsify innocence. “I don’t know. Let’s start with how many Inhumans they’ve come across, where they take them.” She began to list off. Every innocent person they had taken, every power that had been contained. Daisy wanted everything they had.
Morse shook her head in Daisy’s direction, showing her agreeance. “Daisy has a good point, sir. We don’t know nearly enough about them..”
“I agree.” Coulson said. “But if you want answers, then you gotta play ball. Share the intel, trace the virus to its source.” He told them. It was then marched footsteps made their way up the hall, they all began to look at each other, all of them agreeing by the looks on their faces that this was definitely not good.
“Grant! Please, think about this!” Fitz’s panicked voice came from down the hallway. Hearing the distressed the voice of the engineer, all three of them made their way out of the room and into the centre of the Playground to see a very heavily armed Grant holding a very large LMG over his shoulder, walking to the hanger followed by an erratic looking Fitz trying to and failing to stop the werewolf in his tracks.
Bobbi seeing the stony expression on Grant’s face immediately knew something was very wrong, walked over to the pair. “Grant, what the hell is going on? You’re meant to be resting!” She said, trying to get in Grant’s way, but was simply pushed away lightly by Grant.
Skye and Coulson walked up to Fitz who was still calling for Grant to come back. “Fitz, what’s up? Why is Carmine going all Rambo all of sudden?” She questioned.
Fitz panted as he looked away from Bobbi trying to stop Grant from walking any further to back at her. “Grant got a call from someone, apparently his stepsiblings went missing and now he’s going on a warpath to go find them. Please Daisy, you must stop him! Out of everyone, He’ll listen to you!” Fitz pleaded.
Daisy turned from Fitz to see Grant getting very close to the exit with Bobbi trying to pull him back. “Ah shit” She muttered under her breath, before running up to step in front of Grant. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” She demanded to know, Grant just glanced at her for a moment before staring back at the door.
“Away.” Was all he said, but Daisy just shoved at his chest, not that it did much good, good god it was like pushing a break wall.
“Well, I order you to stop!” She shouts.
“I outrank you.” Grant states.
Daisy curses under her breath. “Well, as your team leader, I am order you to not move any closer to the door!” She demands again but is pushed out of the way just as easily as Bobbi.
“Get out of my way, Skye.” He says, getting closer to the order and began to punch in his code.
Daisy then marches up beside him. “I am not going to let you just walk out of here without any explanation.” She tells him, but she is simply ignored by Grant who keeps trying to punch in his code, only to have it denied.
Bobbi, then joins them. “Grant please, this is just the anger you’re feeling. Come to the lab and we’ll get this all fixed.” She pleads.
“I am fixing it.” He growls, punching in his code only to say denied again and growls at it.
“How?” Daisy asks. “By painting the town red with the massive gun in your hands.”
“That’s the plan.” He grunts, before baring his teeth in a large snarl. “Why won’t this fucking code work?”
“Because I deactivated it.” Coulson calls from behind them. The three of them turn to see Coulson holding up a tablet. Daisy immediately felt scared for Coulson, scared that Carmine might kill him or maybe Daisy will have to kill Carmine to protect Coulson. Both of which she did NOT want to choose.
Grant glares at the director, giving up his efforts on the door to walk over to the director with Daisy and Bobbi hot on his heels. “Then, reactivate it.” Grant grunts in a low voice, so low it almost seem animalistic and the sound of his deep voice making butterflies fly in Daisy’s stomach.
“And I will, once you calm down.” Coulson says.
Grant roared, slamming the duffel bag, he was carrying onto the ground with a slam! “They are my family! They are out there, scared, alone and vulnerable. You cannot order me to stand down and not help them!”
“Which is why I’m not.” Coulson stated. “I would never order you to do that, but you are going to stand down and let us help you. However, you going on a rampage, does not help anyone in this, not Thomas and Rose, not the team and especially not you. The ATCU will not hesitate to put you down, if they see you going after them alone.”
“Let them come!” Grant shouted; his voice laced with every drop of fury in his body. “I will burn them all to the ground, I don’t care!”
“And yet we do!” Bobbi barked back to him, coming right up to his face, even if he was a foot taller than her. Grant quickly took a step back in surprise, his eyes, still golden and yet his anger was forced down by his shock. “Fitz cares! Daisy cares! Coulson cares! I care! We all care about you; Grant and you don’t seem to know that!”
“Bobbi—” Grant stammered.
“No!” Bobbi quickly stopped him, putting her hand up to silence him. “You help people when they’re down, you give the advice when they don’t know what to do, but you never allow anyone to help you when you need it and I am sick to death of it. You may say you care about us, well you sure as hell don’t care about what may happen to us if we lost you! You may be going to help your brother, but there’s also a chance I would lose mine!” The blonde werewolf ranted to Grant, a golden flare going across her sapphire eyes.
The golden hue in Grant’s eyes slowly died as they went back to their human brown as he stared down at Bobbi. “I— I didn’t, I didn’t know.” He tried to speak, his voice low and filled with regret.
Coulson stood next to Bobbi, his face softening to what it was before. “We know you didn’t. Grant, of course we are going to help you find them, but we need you to lay down the gear and calm down. Once you do, we can come up with an idea on how to find that.” He said gently.
Grant hesitated, but slowly began to agree, handing the large gun to Fitz who never keeled over by the sheer weight of the thing. “I— I’m sorry.” He apologised mournfully, his sorrowful eyes staring at the floor, avoiding the point of Bobbi’s stare to his face.
Bobbi’s eyes began to change back to human too, her bright sky-blue eyes gazing at Grant as she raised a hand and began to rub his shoulder in comfort. “It’s okay, your heart was in the right place, but Grant you have to let us help you from time to time.” Bobbi slowly began to lift Grant’s chin with the tip of her finger, her eyes meeting his. The tension between them left Daisy with a bad and painful feeling in her chest, a part of her wishing she was the one touching him, holding him.
“You can’t tackle the world by yourself, it will only get you hurt.” Bobbi told him.
“I know.” Grant muttered in regret, Bobbi then placed a comforting hand on his cheek, trailing down his face till it came off and went back to her side. Bobbi then grabbed Grant’s hand, leading back to the agent’s quarter.
“C’mon little brother, you still need to rest.” She stated, leading him down the hall. Grant’s face furrowed as they walked away.
“I’m older than you, though.”
“Shut up.”
Daisy looked on the two werewolves walked away, feeling angry at the closeness of the two. She gripped her fists tightly, pressing her fingernails into her palm deep enough to draw blood. as she watched them disappear into the shadows of the hallway, feeling like in that moment she could tear down the whole base with what she was feeling right now.
Fitz huffed a sigh of relief as he too watched them walk away, only he stared in gratefulness at them, contrasting with Daisy’s burning glower.
“Hoo, that was a close one.” Fitz chuffed. “Thank the Mother Mary, Bobbi was there, right? Without her, we would be dead.” He lightly chuckled and Coulson hummed in agreement, the director side-eying the spot where Bobbi and Grant once stood.
“Andrew suggested to me, when he interviewed Bobbi, that thanks to the bite, she and Grant formed a strong emotional connection, but I didn’t think it was to this extent.” He said baffled. Daisy gritted her teeth at Coulson words, thinking back to the days of the Bus when it was, she and Grant who had the deep connection, those fleeting moments of connection between them. The longing stares Grant would send and the feelings in her core, she would get when she noticed them.
Daisy pulled out her trance, marching back off to the gym, she needs to let off some steam desperately.
Fitz- Hours later
“Well, that’s weird.” Bobbi said. Fitz tore himself from his own research he had been doing to see Bobbi staring at the computer screen in front of her. The blonde looking in confusion as she examined the DNA strand they had gotten from Lash. “The hairs are deteriorating.” She said as she continued to examine the hair strands.
Fitz’s mind went to all sorts of thoughts of wonderment when he rose from the chair, to look at the screen as well. Surely enough, the hairs were deteriorating, in a seemingly familiar way. He has sown he has seen something like this before.
“Huh, that is odd.” He agreed. “Are you sure you put it in the right receptacle?”
“And double checked the seal.” Bobbi confirmed, Fitz then took another looked at the hairs, taking a closer look at the stands. Yes, this was definitely something he had seen before.
“Hey, wait. Let me try something.” Fitz stopped Bobbi, gently pushing her to the side, to work on the computer, scanning through the numerous files on Shield’s database until he selected one. When he compared the two pieces of DNA side by side, they looked practically identical. “Here, take a look at this.” He told Bobbi.
Bobbi looked at him in confusion, bending down beside him, to take a closer look. Her face turning to study the two strands. “It’s another strand of DNA?” She questioned, in confusion.
“That is Grant’s DNA after we got him back from San Juan, the molecules look the exact same as the ones from Lash, the DNA we got from Grant deteriorates from a werewolf strand of DNA back to being human DNA.” He explained, waving his finger between the two strands. “Lash’s strands do the same thing; they are both turning back into human DNA.”
Bobbi looked at the computer screen, her face going pale, when she realised Fitz was right. “Wait, you’re thinking Lash can turn into a human?” She inquired doubtfully.
Fitz shrugged. “It would make the most sense, why haven’t we caught him yet when he looks like any normal man.” The engineer explained. “Also, look at this particular segment.” Fitz zoomed on a particular strand of the DNA. “This segment is in both the genetic sequence, they aren’t the exact same, but they are so remarkably similar that they could be mistaken as the same.”
Bobbi tore his eyes from the computer to look back at Fitz, her eyes shining with amazement. “You’re speaking as if werewolves and Inhumans are related, Fitz.” Fitz just looked at her with excitement.
“What if they are?” Fitz exclaimed, giddy at the thought of it. “There is so many theories about where your species came from, maybe werewolves weren’t created on Earth, what if they came from Aliens?”
Bobbi raised an eyebrow in scepticism. “The Kree? You think they made werewolves as well?”
“We don’t know how long the Kree were on earth for, they could’ve made every kind of species that we call folklore today!” Fitz said, jumping from his seat, knocking over an binder that was laying on the table in the process. Fitz looked down to see the paper of the binder scattered across the floor, crouching down to pick them up and examine them. As Fitz continued to read the papers on schematics, data on the monolith and it’s destroyed fragments. Fitz noticed it’s all in Simmon’s handwriting?
Fitz looked at Bobbi who looked at him with wide eyes, looking like she had just been caught committing a crime. “Bobbi, what is all this?”
Bobbi looked ready to speak, when the papers were torn from Fitz’s hands from Simmons.
“What are you doing?” Simmons spoke to him harshly, frantically trying to put the papers back to where they once were. Fitz went to assist her, but was beaten away from it.
“What have you done?” Simmons glared at him and spat at him with venom in her voice. Fitz couldn’t remember the last time she spoke with him in that tone and he certainly didn’t enjoy it.
“Jemma, i—”
“it’s going to take me ages to file these again.” She shouted, before looking past Fitz, to look at Bobbi. “What did you tell him?” She hissed.
Bobbi put her hands up in surrender. “Jemma, we were just analysing Inhuman DNA, calm down.”
Jemma glared knives at both of them, before storming off with her papers. Fitz turned his head to look at Bobbi in suspicion. “What is going on with her, you obviously know something!” He accused.
Bobbi bit her lip, looking to be on the edge of spilling the proverbial beans, and then deciding against it. “it should come from her.” She claimed, walking away from Fitz as well. Leaving Fitz to wonder what he had down wrong.”
Hunter- Hours before
Hunter waited at the place; Ruby sent him to be at for the job. Hunter shivered in the cold as he waited, his one layer of warmth doing fuck all to block out the cold. Hunter then checked his watch. They were meant to be here 20 minutes ago.
Hunter then heard the sounds of car coming rapidly towards him, a black muscle car screeched to a halt before them, four very large and very scary looking men stepped out and Hunter noticed then that Ruby was not among them.
“Clearly, punctuality is not in Hydra’s core principles.” Hunter joked bitterly. The men looked unamused by the joke.
“Funny, hands on the car.” One of the men ordered, hands out and ready to search him, Hunter groaned, this happened every time.
Hunter scoffed in annoyance, walking up and bending over the car as one of the men searched him. “I thought we were past all that.”
“Got to make sure you’re clean, new policy from leadership, everyone gets checked.” The man told him, as Hunter was finished being searched, Lance could’ve sworn the man groped him twice whilst he had his hands on him.
“Leadership?” Now that was something that was never brought up before.
“Don’t worry, they aren’t that concerned with the likes of you, only making sure you aren’t some Shield rat.” The man murmured, opening the back of the car and began looking at Hunter expectantly. “In you go, Richy.” He said.
Hunter began to back away but was then stopped by a huge brick wall of a man in his path. “Oh come on, I ain’t getting in the bloody boot! It smells like old bananas in there!” Hunter whined, but the man bared his teeth at him, grabbing a bit of his jacket and pulling him in close, close enough Hunter could smell his rank breath.
“It’s either you get in by yourself or we stuff you in there.” The man threatened.
“Okay, okay! Don’t get your knickers in a twist.” Hunter grumbled, stepping and cramming himself into the shoe box they called a boot.
“Get comfortable, it’s a long trip.” The man laughed.
Hunter held up a hand before they could shut the boot. “Oh when you say long, how long are we—” Before, Hunter could finish however, the boot door was slammed shut, leaving Hunter in complete darkness.
“Oh, just great.” Hunter mumbled to himself as he laid his head on the cloth floor of the boot. Hunter then took a sniff and winced at the putrid smell surrounding him.
“Good god, the small has gotten worse!”
Grant
Grant sat in his room, reading a book while being bored out of his mind. It’s been hours since he awoke, and he feels fine now. Bobbi won’t let him leave his room until she’s deemed, he’s rested long enough.
As Grant sat at his desk, trying to concentrate on the book in his hands, his thoughts went back to Thomas and Rosie. Where they could be, were they okay, who was stupid enough to take them and how long Grant was going to make them suffer for it.
Grant’s thoughts were then interrupted by the sounds of his door being opened and the scent of Coulson’s favourite cologne reached his nose, but there was also the slightest smell of fear along with it, that single hint of his scent made Grant on edge.
“What’s wrong, sir?” Grant asked, his back still to Coulson.
“It’s Hunter, we just got word from May and Agent Palamas. They think got something on Kebo, you fully healed?” Coulson asked him. Grant perked, throwing his book to the desk and rising from his seat within a blink of any eye. Grant looked at Coulson who stared back at him knowingly.
“Bobbi coming?”
Coulson nodded. “She’s already on the plane.”
“Then, what are we waiting for, sir?” Grant inquired.
“For you to say, you’re good for action.” Coulson stated.
Grant straightened himself, squaring his shoulders and putting his hands to his sides, a soldier ready for command. “I’m ready, sir.” Grant confirmed.
Coulson smirked. “I expected as much. Come with me.” Coulson then marched out of the room, Grant closely behind. Grant felt the surge of adrenaline rush through his veins, the passion of his rage fuelling his entire body, every step he made was to the thing he had been waiting for. Vengeance.
“Where do we think he is?” Grant asked Coulson as he walked through the base by the director’s side.
“Hunter was picked up in a black muscle car in Maryland, we think he’s heading to a Hydra warehouse to be instructed for a job.” Coulson informed, the director’s face set in stone as they walked. They soon got to the hanger, when something began to nag at Grant’s mind, grabbing Coulson’s arm to pull him back and stop.
“Also, sir.” Grant started, leaning in closer to whisper to Coulson. “Any news on my siblings?” He may be overjoyed at the chance to find Kebo, but Thomas and Rosie came first always in Grant’s mind.
Coulson smiled sadly in understanding; the single facial gesture was enough of an answer to Grant to realize they still had nothing. The director placing a comforting hand on Grant’s arm, mirroring Grant’s arm on his. “Nothing yet, I’ve asked the head of the ATCU to look into the disappearance, the kids of an ex-politician, it won’t be long before we have something. We’ll get them back, Grant.” Coulson reassured him.
Grant took a moment but nodded hesitantly. “Thank you, sir.”
Coulson gave his arm a comforting pat and nodded his head to the Zephyr, motioning Grant to follow him. Grant and Coulson both got to the Zephyr to find Bobbi and Fitz waiting for them. Bobbi addressed Coulson first. “We’re nearly ready, sir. All we need right now, is your say-so.”
“I’ve given out equipment that should give us a hand against Kebo’s wolves. Claw Dusters and silver leaded rifle ammo.” Fitz said, looking positively giddy at the thought of his equipment, finally being used in the field.
“Brilliant.” Coulson said. “Agent Morse and Carmine, get buckled in, we leave in five. Fitz, remain on radio just in case.” Coulson ordered, beginning to ascend the ramp of the Zephyr.
Bobbi waited till Coulson left to punch Grant on the shoulder. “Told you, you would get another chance at Kebo.” She smiled, as did Grant.
“Beginning to think, we were never going to catch the bastard.” Grant admitted, turning to look at Fitz and breathed out a regretful sigh. “Look... Fitz, about earlier, I- I shouldn’t have ripped your head off like I did. I would just like to say I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Grant apologised, extending a hand for Fitz to shake, but quickly found it replaced by a violent hug from Fitz. Grant stiffened for a moment, before slowly and awkwardly wrapping his arms around the Scot.
“Water under the bridge.” Fitz told him, pulling away from him. “I know you would react the same if it were any of us who had gone missing. Now, go, go get the bastard.” He said, waving them off.
Grant nodded gratefully. “You got it, I’ll see you later, Fitz.”
Grant then turned to Bobbi. “You ready?”
Bobbi smirked, placing her hands on her batons, strapped to her side. “Ready for some payback? Hell, yeah.”
Grant returned the smirk, walking up the ramp to the Zephyr with only one thought on his mind.
Today, Kebo dies.
Hunter
KNOCK- KNOCK
Hunter shook awake by the sound of a banging on the door of the boot, it felt ages ago he had been put in the boot and driven off to who knows where. The boot opened and the blaring light of the day hit Hunter like a bad eyesore. The light was then blocked by the form of someone standing in front of him.
“Rise and shine.” Ruby’s cold and singsong voice snag out to him, Hunter was then pulled from the boot and his feet planted on solid ground, his legs feeling numb against the feeling of him being on his two feet again.
“Where am I?” Hunter asked, still trying to get his bearings. Hunter then looked at Ruby who was looking back at him with un-impressiveness.
Two of the men then pushed Hunter forward, making him walk farther into base. Hunter looked around to see a warehouse filled with armed guards, weapons placed all around the area, the place looked like a fortress. Young people, looking no older than sixteen or seventeen watched the place like hawks, scanning every area of the base for something out of place.
“We call it The Wolf’s den.” Ruby told him. “It’s a temporary base of operations, until we’re told to move on.”
Hunter wrinkled his nose at the choice of name. “Sounds a bit to on the nose for my liking.” He commented abrasively.
Ruby chuckled. “Mine as well, but it was the director who chose it, you can bring it up with him.” She told him.
“Director?” Hunter’s ears perked up, ‘could she mean Kebo?’ He wondered in his head.
Ruby nodded her head, picking her nails in boredom. “He says every pack should have it’s den, a den far away from the eyes of humans.” Ruby then looked from her nails and showed Hunter a cruel grin. “There he is, right there.”
“This the new guy?” Hunter froze, that voice, that voice that brought him back to that old house in Mexico, the blood thirsty smile shining at him as Bobbi lay in his arms, covered in blood and forever changed. Hunter eyed the submachine, laying close to him, if he had enough time, he could grab it.
“Yeah.” Ruby confirmed, turning to Hunter to motion him to turn around. “Go on, Richy.”
“Yeah Richy, why so shy?” Kebo repeated, the only difference was an added edge to his voice that made Hunter want to shut him up.
“My name isn’t Richy.” Hunter said out loud and the whole room went quiet, Hunter turned to see Kebo’s ugly mug staring back at him, a wave of realisation covered his face for a moment, soon replaced by raging hot anger.
“.... Director.” And with that, Hunter grabs the submachine gun and unleashes a wave of bullets at Kebo.
BBBBRRRRRRBBBBB.
Kebo dives to cover and as does Hunter, hiding behind some barrels as armed guard lay fire on him to protect Kebo. Hunter fires a few shots, hitting a few guards in the process, but then...... Hunter hears Kebo’s cruel laugh.
“Come on, Hunter. Don’t tell me you were dumb enough to come here alone, were you?” Kebo’s mocking tone made Hunter clench his teeth in anger, this bastard was going to die, today!
“Yeh, yeah I did.” Hunter answered back. “You wouldn’t know anything about going alone, the second Grant showed up back in Mexico, put all your little mutts in their place, you ran with your tail between your legs!” Hunter egged him, scanning for a way to flank him.
Kebo chuckled. “Yep, lesson learned. Never leave loose ends untied. Where is Grant anyway? What, is he too lazy to deal with me, he sent you here? That’s too bad, I had a surprise for him!”
“He’ll be here, he said couldn’t wait to put you down like a dog!” Hunter snarked. He was too busy playing back and forth with Kebo to notice two armed guards coming towards him with guns raised, then two gunshots rang out from above, Hunter looked up to find Kara standing above him with a pistol still smoking at the barrel.
Kara jumped from where she stood, landing close to Hunter and running up to his side. “Hey, baby.” She greeted with a smile to which Hunter smiled back.
“Hiya love. Did traffic keep you?” He teased, firing out another few shots at some guards hiding behind a table for cover.
“Oh no, just getting rid of the guards outside for you, you’re welcome. So, how many did you count?” She asked, exiting cover to shoot at a guard who fell right to the floor with a shot to the head.
“17, including Kebo.” Hunter answered.
“Agent 33? Is that you?” Kebo called out, Hunter watched as Kara turned to pissed at the sound of Kebo’s voice.
“Where the hell is May.” Hunter asked, looking around for any sign of her.
“She’s five minutes out with Coulson. We just have to wait it out.” Kara said, Hunter grunted, that’s too long to wait, Kebo needed to be put down now!
“No, we need to hit him hard now.” Hunter stated, loading his gun with a full magazine. “If we wait till Coulson gets here, We risk the chance of letting him get away!”
“Is everything alright over there?” Kebo called out, the man crudely mocked. “If you two are having a little lover’s tiff, I am more than happy to wait!”
“Smug bastard.” Kara gritted out in outrage.
“I got say, I’m impressed, 33.” Kebo shouted out. “First, you got the missus, and then you somehow got the husband as well. I knew you and dear old Bob were kinky back in the day, but I didn’t know you wanted to have a three-way that badly!” Kebo barked out a laugh at his own perverted joke. The joke making Hunter tilt his head towards Kara in question. The brunette looking just as confused as him.
“What do you mean?” Kara demanded and Kebo just laughed.
“I remember when you would follow after Morse like a lovesick puppy, back in the old Shield days, agreeing with whatever she said, doing whatever she said, warming her bed whenever she was lonely. Never realising you were just the sidepiece to the great Bobbi Morse.” Kebo taunted, Hunter watched as Kara began to spiral where she stood, looking all kinds of confused and baffled.
“Don’t listen to him.” Hunter said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “He’s just trying to through you off your game.” He tried to tell her, Kara just bit her in an anticipation, when—
CRACK!
One of the rooftop windows was broken in on the outside and a large black human shape came through, tearing through the armed guards that were laying down fire on them, ripping each of them apart with relative ease. The attacked guards let out bloodcurdling scream, while an demonic growl came from the dark figure, far too masked by shadows and darkness to make out from where Hunter stood.
Hunter then heard Kebo’s maniacal laugh, a sound so terrifying, it gave him goosebumps just hearing it.
“I’d knew you’d come, brother.” Kebo said, the figure let out another growl, jumping to the ground to reveal Grant in hybrid form, his form still humanoid, but hair covered most his canine-like face, his blood-soaked claws shined out crimson in the day.
Grant’s piercing eyes soon found them and Hunter really hoped he wasn’t looking at them like two pieces of meat to chew on. Grant quickly leaped through the gunfire like a pro show dog, barrel-rolling towards them and stopping just in front of them.
“How you guys holding up?” Grant asked, his voice low and terrifying.
Hunter shrugged sarcastically, rolling his shoulders in the most dramatic way possible. “Oh, we’re doing just peachy, getting shot at by Hydra, while waiting for your hairy arse to come save the day as usual.”
Grant bared his teeth in irritation at the Englishman for a second, before glancing at Kara. “Coulson’s close, he sent me and Bobbi to scout ahead, she’s dealing with the Hydra back up they called.” Grant said, Hunter breathed out a sigh at the thought, those Hydra thugs are all manners of fucked if Bobbi’s the one dealing with them.
“Alright, what’s the plan? Kebo could get away any minute.” Hunter rambled.
Grant looked deep in thought, which was a weird sigh according to Hunter considering how he looked like a weird breed of dog looking to take a massive dump. “I’ll draw their fire, leaving you two to flank and we corner Kebo, we met in the middle and squash the fucker.”
Hunter grinned, cocking his submachine gun. “Let’s unleash hell.” With that, the two men bumped fists. Grant let out a furious roar and leapt out of cover, drawing the fire of the armed men, while taking them out one by one.
Hunter looked back at Kara, who still seemed stuck on what Kebo said.
Hunter bumped her shoulder, getting her startled attention. “Kara love, are you alright?” he asked in concern, she still looked trouble at what Kebo had told her.
Kara jumped at his touch, looking like she was in a world of her own, but shook herself out of the trance. “Yeah, yeah Carmine’s right. Let’s get this guy.” She hissed, reloading her gun and jumping out of cover without warning, leaving Hunter racing after her.
Grant
Grant tore through the Hydra guards, some of them putting up more of a fight than others, their screams filled the whole warehouse as Grant clawed his through them like cake, until he finally spotted Kebo, hiding on the catwalk.
“Kebo!” Grant roared. “Come out and face me, you son of a bitch!” He demanded.
“I’m really glad you came, Brother.” Kebo told him, Grant growled at the name Kebo had given him, to call the two of them ‘brothers’ made Grant sick to his stomach.
“Why’s that?” Grant questioned in dismay.
“Oh why, my surprise, of course!” Kebo said, tossing him a phone, which Grant caught, looking at the screen to find his worst nightmare on livestream.
Rose.... Tommy....
Grant’s rage surged at the sight of them tied up in cages, Rose looked like she had a black eye and Tommy had blood trailing down his chin. Grant’s eyes blazed towards Kebo.
“You took them!” Grant screamed and Kebo just chuckled in amusement. Grant nearly crushed the phone in his hands, if it didn’t mean his only assurance that Rose and Tommy were still alive, he would jump to that catwalk and claw out Kebo’s eyes and make him choke on them! The gagging of Kebo would be music to his ears. Grant noticed at the corner of his eyes, Hunter and Kara ready to engage, Grant held up a hand quickly signalling at them to wait. Hunter put out a hand in questioning and Grant quietly mouthed at him to stand down.
“I admit you hid them well; it took my men a whole week to find them.” Kebo confessed. “So, here’s the deal, you let me go right now and I’ll release them in the next 24 hours.” The lunatic offered. Grant froze, finding himself with two options here, let Kebo go and hope he keeps his word, letting his siblings go or go after Kebo and risk Tommy and Rose getting killed.
“He’s bluffing!” Hunter quietly hissed at him. “We get him now and we can find out ourselves where they are!”
“What if he’s not?” Kara pointed out, staring at the feed. “If he isn’t, that means they’re good as dead!”
“He’s trying to get in our heads, that video is bullshit.” Hunter tried to tell him. “Grant, you need to smarten up here, Kebo is right there!”
“If I don’t call off my men in the next 24 hours, dear Mr and Ms Ward are as good as dead.” Kebo promised firmly. “it’s your decision, brother. All you have to do is let me go.”
Grant gripped his palms tightly as he thought of what to do. “You’re lying!” Grant accused.
“Oh, I promise you I’m not, it’s only up to you now to believe me.” Kebo said.
Grant turned back to the live stream, now showing an up close of Rose. It was when the camera showed a close up of her face that he knew it was her. The scar on her left cheek, the same one Christian gave her that made Thomas call Grant to come back.
“It’s them.” Grant confirmed. “Stand down, Hunter. It’s really them.” Grant confirmed and Hunter grunted.
“You don’t know that!” Hunter shouted.
Grant looked up at him with an authoritative glare. “Yes, I do, now stand down!” He ordered. Hunter looked at him and then at where Kebo was hiding. Hunter sighed desperately, looking back at him with regret deep in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Hunter said, before leaping out of cover and firing at Kebo. Kebo leapt out of cover at the impact of the shots, running for the door.
“No!” Grant yelled, throwing himself at Hunter and began to wrestle for control of the gun. “Hunter, I said stand down!”
“No!” Hunter grunted back. The two wrestled each other, pushing and pulling in control for dominance. Grant looked on the edge of winning, when it was then the sound of an explosion coming from the phone that made Grant stop in his struggle to look at the phone, running up to the device to see the words.
Livestream Ended.
Grant held the phone in his shaking hands, staring down at the clear words, Grant struggled to speak, muttering only nonsense as he fell to his knees with the phone to his chest.
“No...” Grant whispered. “No,no,non,no,no,no,no, NO!” Rose.... Tommy.... They're gone....
"NO!"