Because it was so much fun last time...
Seven and Romanoff had spent over an hour chatting with the various people at the party.
“It’s 4:45…” Scott moaned “Don’t these people ever sleep?”
Daisy’s phone suddenly buzzed.
“That shouldn’t work…”
She pulled it out to find a text message from an unknown source.
“Do not read out loud. Situation compromised. Chessboard not to be trusted. Make a run for it.”
“Radio check. Seven, give me a wave.” Scott said at the same time.
She didn’t move.
“Seven? Seven can you hear me? King? Anyone on this frequency?”
“I think my radio is busted. Can you hear me?” Scott said to Daisy, still looking through the scope. He saw Romanoff put her hand to her ear.
“What’s their problem?” Scott said when a bullet whizzed past him. “OK… ABORT…”
“Truck’s here” Lincoln said as a large box truck pulled up outside the plane.
“Let’s see what we’ve got.” Fitz began to say as the door on the truck burst open.
Dozens of armed men burst out. Before they could react, the Chessboard troops were in the cabin training their guns on the team.
“King, this is third squad.” One of them said “We’ve secured the objective.”
“Why are they shooting at us?” Scott asked, pressed low to the ground.
Daisy showed him the message.
“Why is nothing ever easy?”
“Get behind me and stay low” Daisy said, holding up her new toy.
A few shots bounced off the shield as the two slowly worked their way back inside the building.
“We’ve got trouble” Romanoff told Seven “We need to leave.”
“Sorry folks, we need our rest before someone’s big week.” Romanoff said loudly “Come on sweetheart, let’s get you home.”
“Can you get the others on the comm?” Scott asked as the two ran down the stairs “I’ve got nothing.”
“Jemma? Fitz? Anyone?” Daisy asked with her finger to her ear. She shook her head no when she got no reply.
“Up there!” They heard someone yell followed by gun shots shooting up the stairwell.
Any bright ideas?” He asked.
“One” she said handing him the shield. “Hold on tight.”
She grabbed onto the handrail of the stairs and triggered her vibrations.
“Earthquake!” they heard the men yelled. “Everyone out!”
“Can not believe they fell for that…” Scott said as they started back down. “You OK?”
“Yeah, I’m starting to wear down the gauntlets I think” She said “that hurt more than usual.”
They exited the building to find two chessmen standing guard near the car.
“I want to try something.” She said.
Daisy took the shield back and gave a hard windup, letting the disk fly…
It fell a few feet short and skidded to a halt at the feet of the two guards.
“Oh hell…” Daisy said, quaking the two to the ground.
“If anyone asks, I’ll tell them that was the plan all along.” Scott said, as he hopped into the car. Daisy grabbed the shield and jumped in as he backed up towards her.
“We’ve got company, again” Daisy said as she saw the black Chessboard cars chasing after them.
“On it” He said, flicking the cloak on.
He quickly turned down a side street, only for the black cars to follow.
Scott began to weave wildly around through the early morning traffic.
“God, where‘s Reyes when you need him?” He muttered after nearly crashing into a bus.
“How are they following us?”
“How should I know.” He said “Well, if I can’t lose them with fancy driving, might as well try something else.”
“We’re not doing that battery drain trick again.”
“Wasn’t suggesting it. We just need a straight, empty section of road.”
Romanoff’s people lead the two back to her car.
“What’s the problem?” Seven asked
“We were compromised.” The older woman said. “I’m sorry. They weren’t supposed to leave that rooftop. They we’re even supposed to leave the plane…. Alive.”
“You… You killed them?”
“No. Fortunately for you they got away.” Romanoff said, pointing her gun at Seven. “This, sadly, is unfortunate for me. Either way, I have an agreement to fulfill which involves you.”
“They still on us?” Scott asked as they found an empty stretch of Sunset Blvd.
Daisy looked over he shoulder “Yep”
“I’ve got an idea.” Scott said, lowering Daisy’s window. “Blast them.”
Scott put the car into a slide so that Daisy’s window was pointing at them, which allowed their persuiers to get closer. She stuck her hand out and basted the cars, sending them flying.
Scott stopped the car and the pair jumped out. They noticed Paul climbing out of one of the cars.
“Hi there Paul, old buddy, old pal.” Scott said, pinning the man to a nearby building with his powers.
“Please. I have a wife and kids. I was just following orders.”
“That old chestnut…” Daisy said “Where’s your boss?”
“Belmont Tunnel. We have a safe house down there. Please let me go!”
Scott responded by slamming him back to the ground, knocking him out.
“Should we take his radio?” Scott asked
“It might have a tracker.” Daisy said “not sure it’s worth it.”
“Where did he say they were going?” Daisy asked as they got back in the car.
“A tunnel, built for the old Pacific Electric Red Cars from Westlake into downtown.”
“And you know about it because?”
“A game I have called ‘L.A. Noir.’ The entrance isn’t that far from here.”
“I did what you asked!” Romanoff cried to the woman standing before her “now give her back!”
“Sorry, no.”
“No? What do you mean ‘No’?”
Scott kicked down the door, he and Daisy ran in.
“Oh thank God!” Seven cried “Help! That’s her! Purple Eyed Lady!”
The other woman turned and looked at Scott and Daisy.
“Part of the deal was I asked you to get rid of those two.” Mysiri said “And you failed.”
“I’ll just do it now.” Romanoff said, pointing her gun at the pair as her troops followed suit.