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I got caught breaking into some company's records room using a trick I learned back in high school (literally involved nothing more than hooking a paper clip around the latch through the gap between the frame and the door and pulling it to get the door open...doesn't work on doors that have deadbolts, but with these antiquated pieces of junk it worked just fine) by Agent Coulson, who announced his presence with a fairly calm "you know, you really shouldn't be doing that" followed by a round from a Night-Night Pistol as soon as I looked.
I came to at a SHIELD safe-house complex that looked, for all intents and purposes, like a one-story motel built around a small, sand-covered yard. Coulson informed me that a tracking device had been attached to my phone, and that under no circumstances was I to try using it; he explained that, while I was in way more trouble than I realized, he'd be willing to let me stay with his team for the time being, so long as I proved I could get my act together and follow the rules rather than break them like I had been. Figuring my alternatives wouldn't be all that great, I grudgingly agreed.
As night fell, my phone started beeping with a tone I wasn't familiar with...the tracking device had apparently done some alterations to it. On the display was a simple instruction from Coulson: "Out the door, stairwell down to 2nd Street, head east." I grumbled, grabbed my backpack, and headed out as it said to, finding myself in something of a tunnel made out of scaffolding (apparently work was being done on the side of the building). As I started to walk down it, my phone lit up with another message:
"RUN."
At that exact instant I felt a sense of inexplicable panic, and took off as fast as I could. A few minutes later the makeshift tunnel gave way to a staircase that led down to what was, apparently, a Best Buy. Coulson nodded with approval at my willingness to comply with his seemingly pointless orders. I wanted to know why he had me take off in a sprint like that, trying to ask him between gasped breaths (apparently even in my dreams I'm out of shape). He answered by telling me to go back upstairs for a moment. I did...and found pretty much everything had been set ablaze and riddled with bullet holes. It was like I'd somehow managed to complete miss the Apocalypse going off behind me.
Coulson explained that this was the work of the group whose records office I'd tried breaking into. I'd nearly stumbled onto something really dark, and between that and the fact that I'd led SHIELD right to them, they wanted me very, very dea--
Then my alarm started blasting music. :/
I came to at a SHIELD safe-house complex that looked, for all intents and purposes, like a one-story motel built around a small, sand-covered yard. Coulson informed me that a tracking device had been attached to my phone, and that under no circumstances was I to try using it; he explained that, while I was in way more trouble than I realized, he'd be willing to let me stay with his team for the time being, so long as I proved I could get my act together and follow the rules rather than break them like I had been. Figuring my alternatives wouldn't be all that great, I grudgingly agreed.
As night fell, my phone started beeping with a tone I wasn't familiar with...the tracking device had apparently done some alterations to it. On the display was a simple instruction from Coulson: "Out the door, stairwell down to 2nd Street, head east." I grumbled, grabbed my backpack, and headed out as it said to, finding myself in something of a tunnel made out of scaffolding (apparently work was being done on the side of the building). As I started to walk down it, my phone lit up with another message:
"RUN."
At that exact instant I felt a sense of inexplicable panic, and took off as fast as I could. A few minutes later the makeshift tunnel gave way to a staircase that led down to what was, apparently, a Best Buy. Coulson nodded with approval at my willingness to comply with his seemingly pointless orders. I wanted to know why he had me take off in a sprint like that, trying to ask him between gasped breaths (apparently even in my dreams I'm out of shape). He answered by telling me to go back upstairs for a moment. I did...and found pretty much everything had been set ablaze and riddled with bullet holes. It was like I'd somehow managed to complete miss the Apocalypse going off behind me.
Coulson explained that this was the work of the group whose records office I'd tried breaking into. I'd nearly stumbled onto something really dark, and between that and the fact that I'd led SHIELD right to them, they wanted me very, very dea--
Then my alarm started blasting music. :/