Yesterday's Secrets
“What’s an anti-life equation?” Barry asked
“A Mathematical equation that can strip a person of their free will.”
“I always knew math was evil.” Scott noted.
“This is serious.” Thawne said “There is a being, his name is Darksied, who wants this BADLY. We can’t let him have it.”
“Why do you care? You were helping the Nazis last we saw you.”
“I care because I need to exist, Iris. No you, no Flash. No Flash, no me. Kinda simple logic there, don’t you think?”
“Iris, where is Morse’s machine?” Scott asked, trying to change the subject.
“This way.”
They reached the room just as the door was sliding closed. Barry slapped his disk and grabbed Scott by the arm, the two making it inside just as the door shut. However, in the process, Barry has used up the last of his disk’s charge. The device shut off and fell to the ground.
“I told you to save that.”
“I did…” Barry said “Now what do we do?”
“We wait… Any minute now…”
“Soon, you’ll be in my arms again.” Morse told May as she stood before the machine.
“Start it up.” She told Sara. Sara began inputting commands into the computer system.
The lights all dimmed.
“This is about as far as we’ve gotten. We just need a little more power.” Morse said to Lincoln, who was tied to a nearby chair, his hands covered in rubber gloves with wires connected to his wrists.
“No” He said. “I’m not going through with this.”
“You don’t have a choice at this point. Don’t you want your wife back.”
“Not like this.”
“Too bad.” She said, touching his chest. The mind stone on her tiara glowed. Lincoln did as he was told and fired off his electrical powers at the machine. The extra juice sent it over the edge and it began to work. The temporal delineator lit up and the array began to glow. “It’s working” Morse cried as the lights came back on.
Within a few moments, a portal formed before them. The room where her Melinda met her end.
“Simple task here, Ms. Wells” Morse told Jessie, who was being held by Ava, “You zip through the portal, switch out my Millie for this one and you’re free to leave.”
Morse watched as two SHIELD grunts dragged May into the room. She was about to send Jessie and the other May through when… a hidden door in the wall opened.
“Good work Agent May” the tall, bald man said
“Director Fury…” May said, standing “You couldn’t have them go even a little easy on me?”
“Sorry, it had to be believable.” Fury said “Is Morse aware of anything?”
“That fucking idiot wouldn’t notice if she was on fire if I didn’t tell her…” May said with a smirk. “So, what do we do now?”
“We’re going to move you to one of the lunar colonies until we’ve got Hydra wrapped up.” Fury said, handing her a folder. “Everything on your new temporary identity. You’ll be working security for Doctor Richards and his team.”
“When do I leave?”
“Right now.”
Two more SHIELD agents came in, carrying a dead body.
“Found her in a morgue in Toledo, OD’ed on prescription painkillers. Didn’t take much to make her look exactly like you.”
“My compliments to the surgeon.”
Fury drew his pistol and shot the body in the head a few times. May faked a scream, to which Fury gave a thumbs up and lead her out through the passage.
Suddenly, the structure shook, the lights went out and the portal closed. The console Sara was standing in front of exploded, knocking her back.
Morse was crushed. The woman she loved. The woman she worked so hard to get back, was a double agent. A spy for SHIELD. She never loved her. She used her to destroy Hydra.
Then she had a second realization.
“Mysiri knew… She played me…” Morse muttered.
“Mistress?” The May in the room asked, “Are you alright?”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT!” Morse screamed.
“MAY!” Scott yelled from the rear of the room, standing up with Barry.
“Barry!” Jessie called out “Scott, Fitz and I left the explosive downstairs…”
“Come any closer, and the girl dies.” Ava said, putting her hand around Jessie’s throat.
“Hello again Agent Riley. Are you here to help my Mistress?”
“SHUT UP!” Morse cried.
Barry ran over to untie Lincoln.
“Listen…” Scott said to the sobbing woman “Let the others go. Let them leave. You do that, and then tell me where my team is and what you know about Mysiri; and I won’t take you in.”
“You’re S.H.I.E.L.D., You’re a bunch of lying, worthless shit bags!”
“Oh, and you’re just God damn a saint…” He snapped back at her, “I met Number 547…”
“I wanted to give her the freedom her world never did. You should have seen how they treated her.”
“Sure, unless you’re like me and don’t know how trading life in an institution for life as your servant is freedom… And now she’s dead.”
“And it’s your fault.”
“My fault? MY FAULT?”
“You came here, you beat her, she played by the rules of the game and now she’s gone. If you’d left us alone, none of this would have happened.”
“YOU don’t get to pin this nonsense on me. I looked through your files. I found everything about you Ms. Morse. Daughter of two well to do socialites who were always out at parties and events, never giving you so much as the time of day. You lashed out to try to get their attention, but at the same time reveled in freedom them not being around gave you. You could do what you wanted, and your household staff couldn’t punish you. You have no concept of the consequences of your actions. YOU are nothing more than a spoiled child.
“That’s not true!” She screamed. “That’s not…”
“People are dead because of your little games. And right about now, I want nothing less than to put a bullet through that brain of yours for what you and your dear friend Mysiri have put me through.”
“Then just do it!” She cried.
“No.” He said “No. You have information I want. Tell me everything you know, and I will find you a place to go.”
“You’re negotiating with a ‘terrorist?”
“This isn’t negotiating, this is… Let’s call it ‘plea bargaining’. You’re as guilty as all fucking sin and I’ve got you dead to rights. I could easily kill you, but I’m not going to. I know I’m dealing with someone who lost something and who’s about to lose so much more if she doesn’t help me. Let me put it this way, swapping out your dresses for orange prison jumpsuits for the rest of your life is the BEST case scenario if you don’t give me what I want. In ten minutes, S.H.E.I.L.D. will have Lakeside City evacuated and then they are going to drop an air force’s worth of Disney Bombs and Bunker Busters on this place unless I wave them off. So, unless you want to hang around for the WWII re-enactment, I suggest you start talking!”