Hard part is getting your foot in the door.
A few minutes later, Scott was in the cockpit, running a test on the new engines to integrate them into the plane’s existing controls.
“Nice Ward says there should be a thirty-five percent increase in thrust output while using twenty-five percent less fuel. I need to recalibrate the engine sensors before we leave.”
“Are you going to be OK with my decision to bring Lincoln on our group?”
“Well, You’re…” He stopped for a second “The one who knows what he can do…”
“You were about to say boss.” Daisy complained.
“I plead the fifth.” He said, “I know enough not to question a good idea when I hear one.”
Scott flipped a few switches and the hologram of the plane appeared, showing both engines highlighted in green.
“And we’re good to go.”
He got up and walked back to the main cabin.
“Anyone wants out, here’s your last chance.” He said before raising the stairs and locking the door.
A few minutes later they were airborne and on their way towards Lake Ontario.
Barry scratched his head in puzzlement “So why is S.H.I.E.L.D. not sending anyone else with us?”
“Extremely plausible deniably. How can we be doing this mission if we don’t exist or are somewhere else?” Jemma told him.
Lincoln stepped into the cockpit “Hey, Riley, can we talk for a second?”
“Sure…”
“I thought we were over this jealousy thing? Cause I’m getting a serious ‘I don’t like you’ vibe off you right now.”
“We didn’t tell you guys everything…” Scott said with a sigh “… The counterparts on this world of Daisy and me are married. I, on sheer happenstance, walked in on Daisy’s counterpart in the middle of a romantic liaison with your counterpart. They’d been having an affair for years.”
“Look, I’m not…”
“I know you’re not.” Scott interrupted “What I’m worried about is the inability for any of us to keep that fact in mind, myself included. I’m as controlled by my feelings as anyone else. I know deep down inside it bothers you to see her with me and I honestly don’t blame you given the hell holes we’ve all been through.
“Like I told her, I sometimes still feel I don’t deserve this. I’m just a glorified repairman, I just happen to know how to fly planes and I can move objects without touching them. I’m not a Fury or a Coulson. I’m not a leader. I’m not a Captain Rodgers. I’m not a badass fighter. I’m not Fitz or Simmons. I don’t have enough degrees to use them in place of wall paper. I’m not a Daisy. I’m not a hero. I’m nobody. I don’t belong here.”
“I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I don’t think I deserve anything I got ether. But I don’t take it for granted.”
“You… I… URGH…” Scott muttered.
“Feel better?” Lincoln asked
“Actually, yes.”
“If you’re Inhuman, then you have some sort of purpose. We all do.”
“Right… that story.”
“It’s not just a story. Everything has always pointed to it being right.”
“We’re the end result of a science experiment by a bunch of blue skinned assholes thousands of years ago… what does that have to do with fate or God or any other concept of a higher power in the universe? All I know is the people who you’ve used that line about, tend to not walk away from it, so leave me out of it.”
“Fine…”
“we’ll be landing in about ten minutes. Tell everyone to get ready.”
“And you’re sure this is the ONLY way in?” Lincoln asked as they walked down the street
“It’s the only entrance that’s not backfilled and under twenty feet of reinforced concrete. Our intel shows her coming in and out of here every so often, so unless you brought a jackhammer, this is it.” Scott said as he pulled a mask over his head.
“I just don’t see the need all this.”
“It was Fury’s idea. No clue why.”
“EVERYBODY DOWN!” Daisy screamed as they walked into a bank, firing a gun into the air.
Scott walked over to a teller and grabbed him by the shirt. “Which way is the safety deposit vault?”
The man held up a finger in the direction of some stairs. “Thank you” Scott said, before slamming the man’s head into the desk “Sorry about that, need to sell it.”
“You bring the lock pick” Daisy asked Scott, who produced a small brick of C4 from his bag and placed it against the wall of boxes.
They set the charge and backed away.
“You guys ready?” Daisy called back to the other’s via her comm, “It’s show time.”