3087/Epicenter: Biochemical Madness

Epicenter: Biochemical Madness
Date of Scene:	25 August 2020
Location:	Daniel Whitehall's Lian Yu HYDRA HQ
Synopsis:	Daniel Whitehall wanted Dr. Morse to find him a curse to death. Instead, they met Jacob, rescued Jiayang, 'handled' Toshiro Mori and let Whitehall ..expire. Agent Quan picked them up in a quinjet when their stolen mini-sub mysteriously exploded. HYDRA's base on Lian Yu is no more.
Cast of Characters:	Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Jemma Simmons, Daisy Johnson

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Bobbi Morse has posed:
    The sea-gate closed, the sea-dock is a large underground hanger cut from the stone of the mountain. unlike something that has been finished, all the cuts are rough. There are crates everywhere and more HYDRA workers than HYDRA agents. This place is a work in progress, they're still moving in. The tunnels they are marched through are similarly rough laser cut or blasted.

    The room is sparsely decorated. There is one pot planted tree in the corner, but the feature of the room is the desk and the man that sits behind it. Trusted HYDRA agents stand at attention in the corners of the room, each sporting the latest fashionable super powers watch, but also wearing armor and a submachine gun.

    As unarmed agents even discounting that all these HYDRA goons have super powers, the gun and armor alone puts them at a significant disadvantage. Improvised weapons and smart tactics will take them far when it's time to escape - if they can level the playing field on super powers.

    It has been a long time coming. Finally, seeing Daniel Whitehall aka Werner Reinhardt in the flesh. All the attempts to capture him, the closest they got was on the 4th of July raid on the base where they found Epicenter. Wearing his dove gray suit, silk handkerchief in its pocket. Small round rimmed glasses. His hair cut short in a 40s style. He is seated behind a large mahogany desk with his back to the large window vistas. Looking out of the side of the cliff at tormented seas and darkened skies.

Lance Hunter has posed:
Marched in with the others, Hunter takes in the room, the guards and the man in charge with a single glance. "So, are you the one I have to see about getting that continental breakfast I was promised?" he asks Whitehall, stepping ahead of the group a little as he snarks at the man.

"Cuz, got to say, as nice as the view is, the service around her is crap." He tenses his stomach muscles expecting one of the guards to hit him.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Oh....this is not good. Not good at all.

    If any one of these guards had the power of telepathy, they would hear that particular thought, over and over, in Jemma's mind. As well as perhaps a steady stream of analysis as that mind of hers just runs through data. But, audibly, Jemma doesn't make a sound.

    And...it is pretty easy to see why. There are a lot of bodies that do not necessarily seem to think Jemma as necessary. And....she doesn't want to change their opinion to 'expendable'. And...besides, this particular situation is outside of her normal experiences. And such, Jemma falls back to watching Bobbi and Lance for clues as to what to do.

    Except...she isn't going to antagonize the opposition. The crack from Lance gets a minor frown, but that is all. Because...Jemmma likes not being hit.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Toshiro has changed to one of his business suits now that they are at the Hydra base, having moved along with the guards, a rather self-satisfied smile upon his face. All his going according to plan! Now only a few more steps to go..

"Doctor Whitehall, here they are. The plan worked."

Whitehall's response comes with a calm, assured tone. "Of course, as I told you it would. But you can go now, I would like you to check the new batch of watches, I believe we have improvements to do on them still." The look that comes from Toshiro is an annoyed but he complies, offering a terse bow before stepping out to go do some engineering..

And that leaves them alone with the guards and Whitehall. "Ah, Agent Hunter..." of course he would know the name! And then he indulges him by doing a brief gesture to one of the guards who steps in to punch Hunter in the stomach. And they aren't pulling punches now!

"I am glad you could all join me, I had been looking forward to meeting you. I believe we will achieve great things together. But allow me to get to be brief and to the point.." he gets up to his feet slowly. "I have read about your work on the longevity serum in the past, Dr. Morse. You will be finishing what you started with it."

His eyes turn to the other two. "Failure to comply means your friends will be killed."

"Any questions?"

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Jemma isn't the only one to frown when Lance puts himself in harms way again. He always does this. She has learnt to take advantage of the chaos he can create with the tactic. She still never likes to see it happen. And who was it that had to look after him when they were dating after he'd pull one of these stunts? Bobbi of course.

Bobbi raises an eyebrow at Toshiro as he turns heel and leaves. She can't help but feel like there's still a thumb on him, but he seems all too eager to play the loyal HYDRA engineer right now and that is an unsettling and new concept for her to swallow. She has left him dangling free for too long.

Bobbi winces as Lance gets what he wants and she narrows her eyes at Whitehall. She is usually pretty good with the poker face, but the statement about the longevity serum takes her by surprise. "That's what this is all about? that was over a decade ago. I'm sorry to tell you but Project: Gladiator was a failure, Whitehall. I was also doing my doctorate at the time, hardly at the forefront of the research and work going on there." Then comes her own snark, "So, sorry to disappoint, we'll just see ourselves out and get going now k? thanks for having us over, it was lovely to meet you face to face."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter has to fight instinct and not grab the guy's gun when he's belted in the stomach. He doubles over to sell the punch hurting more than it did. "So that's a no on the breakfast then?" he asks the room.

As for the whole evil plan. Hunter raises a brow, but doesn't speak up, leaving Bobbi to do the snarking at this point.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Oh....oh, that is interesting.

    The look upon Jemma's features is enough to signify that she picked up on at least a little bit of the conversation. But...longevity serums? Secret projects? Jemma has been a part of a few in the past...and no, she is not about to bring that information up.

    Still, there is a glance towards Bobbi, with a slightly raised eyebrow. Did it actually fail? Or did it just need another viewpoint? Damn that curious nature of hers. At least she keeps quiet, though. That...is about all Jemma can do at the moment, even as those eyes wander to take in the rest of the room.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Was it?" Whitehall asks in a rhetorical manner when Bobbi mentions the Project having been a failure. "The principles there were on the right path even if ..., you showed too many scruples with your attempts." a brief shake of his head. "Discovery requires experimentation afterall. And in this case having subjects on which to do that experimentation." human ones, but he doesn't need to be so overt.

When that snark comes he narrows his eyes. The man's file says he is patient but right now he doesn't seem to be enjoying the delay too much. "Perhaps you are not taking me serious enough."

He adjusts his glasses, studying Hunter for a moment, then Jemma. "In reality I only really need one hostage correct? Who should I kill? The loud mouth? The quiet and meek one?" as if giving Bobbi the choice on which one of them would live.

"Maybe that would motivate you, Dr. Morse?" He opens a drawer in his table, bringing out a Walther P38. A relic even! From world war 2. And he points it towards Jemma. "We don't need this one, do we?" he doesn't seem aware that Jemms is quite the biochemist too. But then again, capturing Jemma hadn't been in the plans before.

As for the guard close to Hunter he pushes him back up and a bit ahead of him.. Just in case Whitehall decides to shoot. The poor guard doesn't want to be in front in case the good Doctor is a lousy shot!

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi presses her lips together and steps forward narrowing the gone of targeting by Whitehall so that either target is harder to aim at. "You've made your point, Reinhardt." She hates losing ground to an opponent, 'patience' is not one of her virtues. It's come up on her evaluation reviews more than once.

"I'll need them both to work on the serum," she says with hard eyes in return. This is not a man she can bluff, this is not a man she can negotiate with. This is a man who has enjoyed considerable power in HYDRA for far too long.

Her eyes search over his face, noting the subtle discolourations, the vein lines, she turns away from him with a quizzical look upon her face and says, "Please take us to the lab." She has much to discuss with Jemma and Lance.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
The combination lab and prison is more lab than prison, but the door is certainly strong and study enough. Guards stationed outside too. Inside, the quantities of chemicals have been carefully chosen. They are not alone in here either. There's a young bald man resting on a cot, and and body parts on a stainless steel medical table in the center of the room.

There's a security camera in one corner, but it's not even fully installed yet. Clearly their plans had been accelerated for some reason. Whitehall probably cares more about results than methods. That is his shtick with his mad science after all. Bobbi takes her time inspecting every corner of the place before she decides it is probably not bugged yet. The room itself is carved out of the stone, rough angular cuts with a laser.

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter does a quick inspection for bugs as well, finding none, he turns and looks at the others, "So, how are we all holding up?" he asks, pulling up his shirt to take a look at the bruises forming on his stomach. He drops it down again deciding it was no big deal. "Didn't like the view out of the office, not exactly friendly seas, and that's not counting all the guards with armour and guns we have to go through first to get there."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Once the group is released into the prison lab the bindings are also cut off. They are quite certain they won't be running out considering the security in the base, and all the superpowered Agents of Hydra present. And Whitehall referred to it as a 'gift for complying so quickly'.

The young man in the room looks at the trio in a suspicious manner, his face gaunt and eyes sunken, little life left in them. His voice comes out low, a whisper, "I don't know who you are." he begins. "But I am not going to help Whitehall anymore. I am done. And he won't be able to make me." a twist of a smile comes to his lips. "I don't have my powers anymore. I am that powerful." is he bluffing? But well, whoever this is it appears he is behind all those years Whitehall has had...

Or maybe it's the .., bodyparts on the table.. Those bodyparts seem to resemble a woman, gruesome, eyes closed as if in a peaceful death.. But, was there a TWITCH there? Maybe all this being in an Hydra base is getting to the SHIELD agents minds?!

The young man then looks up to Lance, still suspicious but, "You can't get out of here, have you seen all the powers those guys out there have? And it's all my fault..."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "Well, apart from having a gun pointed at my face, I am simply fantastic." Oh, there is a little of that sarcasm that Jemma seems to be picking up from Lance. It seems that the two agents with her are a bad influence upon her. "Though, it is apparent to me that our captor's intelligence is less than current. I do not think he would have deigned to point that gun at me had he known otherwise."

    Not that Jemma is tooting her own horn in this case. The last thing she wants to do is help Whitehall.

    As the young man speaks, the brown eyes of Simmons shifts to regard him. that is...until one of the body parts on the table twitches. Now....body parts being just out is distasteful enough. But....when they seem to have life? That...gets the medical doctor. "Wait....did that just move?"

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi turns around and stares with annoyance at Hunter and approaches, stabbing a finger to his shoulder, "Stop getting yourself beat up all the time." She lifts up her hands and fingers spread out as she lets out a somewhat exasperated growl of annoyance. "As if we're not in a deep enough hole already you have to put your body on the line. What are we meant to do if you get a ruptured spleen or a bifurcated..."

She turns to look to Jemma and says, "Ah Jemma, at some point we have to face the notion that this isn't just a regular bit of spy game fun. Whitehall is beyond dangerous and unlike many psychopaths, he's not bluffing when he says he'll kill you both if I don't complete the ... well, I guess I have more explaining to do."

She looks over to Jacob and stares, not quite sure what to make of him. "What powers?" As Jemma starts to investigate the twitching body, Bobbi takes a knee next to Jacob, "Hey. I'm Bobbi. That's Lance and Jemma. Jemma and I work for SHIELD. We're here to stop Whitehall, not help him. And, to be honest with you, we have no idea what he's been doing here, where here is, or why you are locked up in here with us. If you could fill in the blanks that'd be mighty helpful."

Lance Hunter has posed:
"Hey, relax Bobs, I've always been able to take a punch, and superpowers or no, these guys still hit like they're about to take their A-Levels, nothing to worry about," he says before looking over to Jacob, listening to what he has to say. "Guessing they've nabbed you powers the-" the body parts move. "What in the bloody hell is that!" he points at the parts looking stunned and horrified.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
It could had maybe been a trick of the light, but then it happens again, the twitching.. The young man looks towards the 'body', then to Jemma. "That's Jia." he explains as if a moving body was a natural thing. "She is an Inhuman." a clear distinction from a mutant! "She is .., very hard to kill. I think she has limits and Whitehall has explored them but .., she is still alive. Though I think she's gone past being useful for him so he has left her like this. I don't know how to put her back together." the young man sounding sorrowful, shaking his head slowly.

"I am Jacob." He introduces himself when Bobbi does, frowning some. "Other doctors have tried to trick him when they realized what he was up to, I never saw them again. Don't think you will be any different." but then he nodding as if confirmation to what Lance half-says. "Yes, my powers are .., tricky. I am inhuman, like Jia is." he says, the tone in which he says the woman's name noting some kind of familiarity. "And I am able to adapt and adjust my dna, I can ..., evolve. In itself maybe it isn't too impressive.." or maybe he really never explored it, "But apparently Doctor Whitehall figured out he could use it to create those watches. He called me .., a bridge."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    There is a moment of scrutiny before Jemma replies back in her manner-of-fact manner. "I would say it is the upper left thigh of an adult female, that is either alive somehow or going through muscular contractions that causes the semblance of living tissue." The scientist doesn't actually touch the leg, at least not yet, but only because she isn't exactly in the proper gear for such. And...it would be just rude to touch, at least in Jemma's mind.

    As Jemma looks for at least some gloves, she calls back towards Bobbi. "I understand what Whitehall wants with you, Bobbi. You was doing some research he came across that may help to prolong his already lengthy existence. The cellular degradation that we saw on him was proof of that. But this..." With that, her hands indicate the human puzzle on the table. "This is just repugnant. To leave someone like this."

    The explanation from Jacob sees Jemma with an idea. Something to do. Once appropriate supplies have been requisitioned, Jemma proceeds to put the puzzle back together. At least, initially. The idea is to piece together a body...and see if the powers just take over. At the very least, it keeps her busy. "Have...have you seen her recover? Does she just assimilate the missing part or does there need to be more strenuous methods needed to bring her whole once more?"

    Because...Jemma is not going to leave a person in pieces. Not if she is still living...

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi stands up and looks back to the table of meat bits with more horror on her face. She had seen the pictures Peggy Carter showed them of Whitehall's Nazi-era experiments. They were horrific. But it's another thing to be in the same room as them. "He's a monster," she mutters under her breath.

There's a moment as Bobbi's mind ticks over what Jacob just said and then she lets out a small 'huh'. "You're the missing link. Back at SHIELD we were trying to figure out how Whitehall was able to give regular human beings the powers of an Inhuman. It's you.. what do you mean then when you said you don't have your powers anymore? What happened?"

She gives a nod to Jemma as she starts playing human jigsaw puzzle, then looks to Lance and frowns. She owes him some truth. "When I was doing my doctorate I was part of a project called Gladiator. It was an attempt to recreate the super soldier serum that made Captain America.. well, Captain America. We certainly weren't the first, or the only people attempting to do it.. but we did succeed."

She stands up and gets some gloves too, then begins to find the corner pieces for Jia's reassembly. "It was my first real mission in SHIELD too. We got infiltrated by AIM. But yes, you saw it too Jemma? Whitehall is almost done. And if he can't get any more of Jacob's Inhuman ability, then he needs an alternative. So he came after me - the person who wrote the paper on super soldier serum and its variations."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Stepping back from the body, Hunter looks between Jemma and Bobbi, "So, Whitehall's dying then? How long's he got? Seems to me that's our countdown, 'cuz either a, he dies and his men shoot us, or b, we fix him and he has his men shoot us, so we need to stall long enough to get out of here."

All the while he looks with undisguised horror at the apparently still living body before he asks, "Anything I can do there?" he asks nodding at what's left of Jia, offering himself as an extra pair of hands for the medical geniuses.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
While Jiaying isn't exactly whole right now it's not as if she is one of those 500-pieces puzzles. The various members are visible but trying to just have them 'glue' together doesn't appear to work. Or at least not immediately. Jacob says. "It takes some time for her to be able to be together again. Whitehall used stitches.." a beat. ".. The screams..." the young man sounds haunted, shaking his head again to himself. "I don't even know if she is aware of anything else than pain in her life now."

Though whatever method they may choose to get Jiaying back together the lab doesn't seem to be lacking. State of the art, and very similar to the type of technology they got back at SHIELD. Whitehall is no slouch afterall, a veritable genius where it comes to medicine. He just needs that extra step to find eternal life...

Jacob then finally answers on what he did. "I ..., realized I could adapt my body to whatever I wanted. That included *ending* that bridge, I am not able to use my powers anymore, nor can they use them." which may explain that gaunt look on the boy's face.

"Whitehall is keeping me alive in the hopes that he can force me to evolve again. But I know I am done. I will die soon." resignation in his tone.

"But I couldn't take it anymore." A pause, then he looks at Hunter. "He doesn't have long, he was getting desperate lately. But if you want to run out of here you'd need, like, superpowers." he lifts a doubtful brow. "And you don't look superpowered to me."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "My God...."

    The frown on Jemma's face grows larger as she listens to Jacob...and the inhumane mentions of one Doctor Whitehall. "I...I just cannot imagine something so vile and hideous as that." That is all she has to say about that, as silences takes her.

    With the lab being as effective as her own SHIELD lab back home, it may not take Jemma too long to come up with a suitable alternative to doing stitches on a body already racked with pain. It isn't like she could anesthesia on the whole body when it is in parts. Perhaps locally, but, really....so much.

    Lance's offer for help goes unanswered. This is Jemma's domain and she starts immediately to try to help this poor poor woman.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi frowns as she looks back to Jacob, "You're dying? we could try and help if you'd let us." She nods though, "Yeah. I'd say things are getting bad. I could see it when I got up close to him. A wild guess, somewhere between days and weeks. A problem that will hopefully solve itself. I like those kinds of problems. But that leaves us with a ticking clock."

But a terrible idea has just start to grow inside her head. She looks in the fridge to see what's in there, then checks the drawers and cupboards. They have a lot of stocks in here. The vial labelled 'Jacob' in the fridge gives her pause.

"Okay. Jacob, if you'll let us help we will try. Jia needs .. stitching? and we need to improvise some weaponry from all these chemicals." She sets up a small work area on the workbench in the corner and starts gathering up some supplies. "Hey Lance," she says with a somewhat softer tone, "You look good. You know, despite all the bruises you've managed to acquire recently. It's been a weird few years without you there..."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter looks up at the sound of his name, not that his attention is ever far from Bobbi no matter the weirdness going on around them. "You too, Bobs," he says, "Just wish this little reunion was under better circumstances."

"Anyhow if you lot want to focus on Jia, I can manage the weapons." He may not be a science nerd but he could McGyver up some weapons in a pinch.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
With the aid of the lab here it does seem like a solution can be found about getting the woman back together. A work that will take some hours to get finished, and perhaps with some pain involved but eventually it does seem as if those members are sticking together, even if there's still no signs of 'life' from Jiaying, at least no more than that earlier twitching. But there is a beating heart in that chest though. That much they can sense.

As for when she may wake up? That could take a while...

Jacob looks with skepticism as they continue to say they will be getting out of here alive. And when Lance starts McGyver'ing stuff he eyes him. "You aren't much of a doctor, are you...?" look, in his defense his attitude has soured considerably after so long under captivity! Yet some weapons will be able to be assembled, including some cocktails of the more explosive variety. If they serve as a chance against powered ones? Chances may be slim right now, but there is a chance at least.

But at least Jacob is willing to listen now, or help, getting up to his feet and joining with the preparations for the development of the serum.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    While medical school did involve playing with cadavers, it was never quite like this. Stitching up living body parts forms a rather Shelley-esque environment, at least for Jemma, as the parallels between creating a creature from body parts are drawn to what Jemma is attempting to do.

    And, while there is wincing each and every time that a part of what was and will be Jia twitches, Jemma works as quickly and efficiently as possible. Everything to minimize the amount of pain the poor woman is going through.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi claimed she was working on some weaponry, but has been spending a lot of time in her corner. When Jacob lends a hand she asks him, "How long do you have?" She has safety goggles on and a bunsen burner. Jemma is working hard on Jia's body. Lance is getting deep in to improvised weapons. There's a few good pressure vessels too. Small scale explosions are easy to concoct as well.

HYDRA hasn't been worried about escape attempts because even if people did get out of the prison/lab, and managed to get the jump on one or two guards, the rest of them could easily stop them. Jacob was right, they needed superpowers to get out of here. Superpowers better than that watch.

"Whitehall doesn't know what he doesn't know about the serum. It amplifies who you are and also, it requires very specific radiation therapy to activate. On top of that, there aren't the right ingredients to complete it. Nor would I ever give it to him." She folds her arms and brainstorms still murmuring to herself, "On the other hand.. the infinity formula." She raises an eyebrow and glances over to Jemma, the only other person in the room that would follow along with what she's doing.. but the risks are massive. She pockets that Jacob fluid from the fridge.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Several hours later ...

Jiaying now looks like an whole body thanks to the work of the group, even if she hasn't woke up yet. But now that chest is visibly breathing, the face permanently creased in pain.., as if whatever is going on within her body isn't being pleasant. But then again, she *is* still alive...

While they work there is the sound of the door opening, the locks being put down and a couple of those powered guards come in, eyeing the proceedings.

"Stand against the wall." They order just before Toshiro walks in, still in the business suit. There is an eager little smile on his lips. "I see you are all hard at work now. It's as I told you Bobbi. This is all going to work, just develop the serum for Whitehall and he told me we will be free of all of this. He will forgive your crimes against Hydra and then we can finally be together."

His eyes go to Hunter with some reluctance. "He even agreed to let that one live." does Toshiro want him to live though? Doubtful!

Lance Hunter has posed:
When the guards enter, Hunter quickly stows his makeshift weapons and jumps up to sit on the counter, keeping them well hidden behind him. "Cheers mate, you crazy kids enjoy yourselves, I hear Bali is really good this time of year," he says with a shrug about Torshiro's plans for Bobbi. "Heck, let's go one better, let me go now, you've got Bobbi and another hostage." He says playing up his role as the very ex-boyfriend and current mercenary. As he does he sizes up the two guards and their fancy little watches. Jacob had said it, to get out of here they were going to need powers and there didn't seem to be a better way to get them than to use the enemy's own tech against them.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    With a dejected sigh, Simmons steps up to the wall, the look of contempt for their guard plainly visible. She just spent hours putting together a person that their employer so callously left in pieces, knowing the person was alive...and Jemma has little patience left for the lackeys that work for him. "Really...just develop the serum and everything will be all sunshine and rainbows. Until you run out of usefulness and your employer leaves you in pieces on a laboratory table."

    Yes....Jemma has definitely reached her point. The flat derision in her voice is a familiar tone for those that vex her. It is the commonly used tone for people who should not be doing what they are doing. Hunter himself might have even heard it back in the day.

    Dr. Simmons is not pleased.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi's jaw gets set the moment she is told to stand against the wall. She's been captured enough times to hate this procedure. She stands against the wall and then glares daggers as Toshiro. "Toshiro-san," she says dropping the cute moniker. Her eyes follow Lance and.. damn, it's too ingrained in her to support his plays as he supports hers, but this is a terrible play. She can convince him not to use the watch -after-.

She stands up and slaps Toshiro across the face, "You and me are //done//. I should have taken you in years ago, but you were too useful, too predictable. Then you go and pull this crap. Not only you and me are //done//, but you're //done// too."

She then makes her move to help Lance get his hands on one of those watches. At the very least they can find out what they're up against, she just can't let him use it. She punches Toshiro in the throat and high kicks the nearest guard in the face, then holds up her hands to be the one to take the beating this time.

Lance Hunter has posed:
Lance is off the table in a second, one hand wraps around the guard's wrist as his other drives a fist into the man's throat. The watch comes off as Lance throws that punch and then he follows it up with two more quick strikes that put the guard on the ground. The man has no more hit the floor than Lance is putting on the watch. "Quick, get their weapons," he says about the guards not having time to grab those and get the watch on before there's more trouble.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The first guard gets kicked in the face and stumbles back, unable to block when Lance goes around him and starts getting that watch off his wrist. "Guh.." he is very eloquent right now! As for the second guard, he is more attentive. He brings the butt of his rifle on Bobbi's head when she raises her hands, even when Toshiro lifts one hand. "No!" and the guard then calls out. "Need reinforcements!"

They are now in possession of one of the watches, but the problem normally comes from activating, or at least knowing *how* to! Something that the guard in the room doesn't need to learn to do. The injection goes in and he lifts one hand, it crackling with electricity. "Don't even try it." he warns Lance..

Sounds are heard outside of more guards coming while Jacob mutters. "I don't really feel so well..."

Toshiro appears to be in a mix of panic and hurt. Being *slapped*?! That's not how it's supposed to go. But his smile turns to devilish when he taunts Lance. "Go ahead and use it." as if he knew something about those watches.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "No....don't use it."

    The British tone, normally light and congenial, is cool and hard. The eyes shift to Toshiro. "Repeated use of the device will cause cardiac arrest and death. And....his reaction..." Jemma points to Toshiro. "...confirms my suspicions. Never got around to correcting the strain on the cardiovascular system, did he?"

    Jemma turns her attention to the guard with the electricity. "Did they even bother telling you that? That it is quite literally Russian Roulette, each time you use that device? You might want to re-evaluate your decisions. Or at least make sure your affairs are in order."

    All straight forward and matter-of-fact. Jemma is telling the truth.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi drops to the floor and grabs at the back of her head. She looks over to Lance with the watch and then shakes her head slowly as more guards join them. "It's true," she says to the guards as they escort Toshiro slowly out of the lab. The door is locked behind them again, "Don't use it."

She frowns and looks at the blood on her fingertips from where the rifle hit her. She feels woozy and it takes her a moment to register what Jacob said. "Jemma... can you check on Jacob please." She sits up and looks at Lance with a grimace, "You know I'm going to back your plays, even if I think they're dumb.. but if you were still in SHIELD you'd know that device is death."

Her eyes glance over to her work station where she's brewing her own horrible monstrosity, then back to Lance. "I'm sorry I pushed you away..," she quickly adds, "..er from SHIELD." She then rolls her eyes, "Oh hell. Jemma.. Happy Birthday. I almost forgot."

Lance Hunter has posed:
The watch is dropped as though it was suddenly painful to hold, the device clattering to the floor. "Fine, fine, you got me," he says to the guards raising his hands even as he shoots looks of thanks towards Bobbi and Jemma for the warning.

He steps back and behaves himself, as the guards usher Mori out of the room. He nods to Bobbi, "How's your head?" he asks, gently, before Bobbi's apology leaves him blinking, "You didn't push me away, just tired of SHIELD being the third member of our relationship," he says honestly. Though the news about Jemma gets a look of surprise and a wry smile. "Sorry to hear that Jemma, we get out of here, we'll throw you a proper party, maybe get you a watch or something," he says with a wink at the little bit of dark humour at the end.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Of course..." Jemma is already moving towards Jacob. It doesn't take much to get her to do what comes naturally. Still, even as Jemma starts to examine Jacob, that British tone calls out, softer. "Oh, yes. It is that day, isn't it? I didn't realize."

Bullshit. She exactly knew what day it was. But it didn't matter.

"There is no need of a party. And...certainly no need for a watch." There is a hint of amusement in that tone, before Jemma turns her full attention to Jacob. To the best of her ability given the situation.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Jacob has developed a bit of a fever and coughs dryly as he lays there. He looks up at Jemma and says, "Don't worry about me. I finally figured out my purpose. Worry about Jia, help her get home. She helped me when I needed it the most and now the best I can do is beg you'll help her." His voice is weaker and it's almost a murmur at times.

Bobbi approaches a basin and gets the water running, then dabs at the back of her head to clean the wound. It doesn't feel too bad, "I may have a concussion," she comments to the group in general. "So don't let me fall asleep," she warns and then frowns turning back around. Her eyes fall on Lance first, then over to Jemma. There's guilt on her face.. what has she gotten the both of them in to?

Jia twitches on the table and lets out a soft whimper from the obvious pain painted across her face. There's still no obvious consciousness to her though. Bobbi steps across and lifts an eyelid to see her eyes rolled back still. "Right," she frowns and approaches her work station again and sets some chemicals under a bunsen.

Lance Hunter has posed:
"It's alright, Jemma, going to celebrate when we get home anyhow, might as well make it a birthday party too, right Bobs?" he asks, glancing over to Bobbi at that last. Though when she mentions a concussion, his eyes widen with concern, before he offers her a smile, "Don't worry, I'll just be my usual charming," read: annoying "Self and keep you awake. In the meantime anything I can do to help you two?" Most of his prep was done, but then he had the easy part.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
There is a frown as Jacob basically refuses Jemma's help. There isn't much that he can do to stop her, though, as she finishes her cursory examination. "Physically speaking, there isn't anything apparently wrong. If we had more time, I could perform a more thorough examination, complete with a genetic scan. But, I believe that whatever you did, " With that, Jemma turns to Jacob..."...to turn off the bridge is essentially shutting you down. I don't know how I can stop it, if it is even possible."

Still, Jemma's other patient, held together by Jemma's own stitching, gets a check, too. Not that Jemma can do much for Jia right now, either. But...there is something else she can do for Jacob. "I promise...I will do whatever possible to see Jia out safely."

If Jemma can't treat the physical, she'll treat the emotional health.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Jacob tries to take Jemma's arm in his weak grip and says, "Thank you. Please don't leave my body here. I want to be buried at Afterlife. Jia can take my body there. Not here, I want to rest with my people." He coughs again and chuckles, "I did it though. I beat Whitehall. When you have powers -- it can take a long time to master them. This is my greatest achievement. I know it won't be enough to undo the damage I have caused." He winces and curls up in pain for a brief moment.

Bobbi takes the solution off the bunsen and lets it cool for a moment. She turns at her station and looks to Lance, "You're doing it already Lance. Plenty of time for you to peacock later I'm sure. Also, I don't understand why you are so jealous of SHIELD - all of our best dates were on SHIELD missions. Accra, Brussels, Dhaka, Paris, and let's not forget Lisbon," she briefly shuts her eyes and smiles.

Lance Hunter has posed:
"First off, people stopped saying peacocking in like 2014," Lance says falling into his role. "Secondly, dates where we need to steal information or shoot people don't count as dates," he says arms crossed standing by Bobbi's station. "And thirdly, Lisbon wasn't me," he does actually sound a little annoyed at that one. "To be honest I don't think we had one non-work date, and no, San Diego doesn't count, because trust me Bobs, visiting you mum counts as work."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
The expression that crosses Jemma's features is only for Lance and Bobbi. And...it is one of hopelessness. Because...she knows that Jacob is absolutely right. He is going to die. If the two spies notice, the face shifts from despair to a pleasant mein, the standard good doctor mask. A hand reaches over to pat the frail grip upon her arm. "Yes. Certainly. We will not leave you behind." The words are sincere, to be true. And...maybe, just maybe, truthful.

At least, if Jemma has any say in the matter.

But first, they need to have a plan to get out. And that is when Jemma turns back to the experts in the room. "So, are we improvising? Do we have an idea as to how we are going to get out of here? Because I really like to keep my promises."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi stares off in to the distance for a moment as he mentions Lisbon wasn't him, "Oh yeah." There's a small curl of her lips, either to tease him or because there was a great memory there with someone else, or probably both. "Hey, my mom is a national treasure. And at least you got to meet my family, secret agent man." She downs ponders for a moment though, he does make a point.

"So you're saying somehow this is all my fault? pretty sure you were extremely excited for the mission to Oslo so we could, and I quote, have some alone time." Not that Oslo turned out that way, rather the opposite. But he can see he's gotten in to her head, a rare thing, and she's now wondering if may be she should have found time for them to have a life outside of SHIELD.

The notion would have been inconceivable to younger Bobbi, but now... she's not running off on 6 month undercover operations anymore, she has teams to keep in top fighting shape ready for whatever next crazy mission Gonzales comes up with for SPOT, or whatever next crazy mission Coulson comes up with for OPS.

Bobbi frowns a touch at the look Jemma gives her. She feels bad for Jacob, if only they'd been able to find Whitehall's operation sooner. This base is too new, it must have been somewhere in the USA. She's pretty sure he was operating out of Vermont. "Yes, working on it."

The weak touch from Jacob loosens and his hand flops as he exhales one last time and his heart stops. While he may be dead, he has probably also doomed Whitehall.

Lance Hunter has posed:
Lance rolls his eyes at that contented sigh from Bobbi. "Bloody lovely," he says, before nodding about Oslo, "I was, but then we spent it all trying to get those files from what's his name."

He shakes his head. "Like I said, never felt like a relationship, just me being a third wheel with you and SHIELD." Though there's not the usual heat there, just regret and a softening of that facade of anger he puts up when she's around.

He looks over watching Jemma tend to Jacob in his last moments, and he frowns, suddenly his and Bobs problems dont seem so big. "My part's done, just need our moment and we'll all get out of here. What about Jia? She going to be able to move on her own?" He's running the odds in his head. Carting out one body was going to be a challenge, two might make things near to impossible.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
The pleasant expression drops to despair as Jacob expires. And Jemma doesn't care if the couple in the room sees her. The tenderness as Jemma sets Jacob's hands gently upon his lap, crossing them with care. Then, with a slow motion, Jacob's eyes are closed. It is a small gesture, but a needed one, even in the midst of the chaos of the current situation.

Then, it is back to business. The switch is obvious. The sadness has been stuffed away. It is time to carry on. Jemma steps over to determine Jia's current status. "This is not a normal situation. I never sewn together a body and watch it heal. This is uncharted territory." Still, she does her best to try to understand...to determine if the party of three will soon be four.

Still, as she works, Jemma offers information. "From what I have seen from in this laboratory, I could create dendrotoxin. It would be crude, but I imagine if I put it into a noble gas suspension in a pressurized container, we could use it as a sort of knock out grenade." Someone has been thinking a lot...

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi sighs as it appears Jacob has passed away. She nods to Jemma, "Really?" She walks over to the door and peers out through the crack, "There's may be six or seven guards out there, a dendroxin grenade would give us a huge advantage. I suppose Fitz would want to call it a night night grenade. That's not going to happen. Get on it Jemma."

Bobbi returns to her station and mixes the two solutions she's made together, then takes out the Jacob sample and pours it in too. She pauses and watches it work its incredible Inhuman magic. She takes a drop of it out and then dangles that over the flame, noting it not burning up. She raises an eyebrow and gets a syringe and draws the frankenconstruct she's made.

She should have been better than this. She should have caught Whitehall a month ago. She should have considered Toshiro might have flipped. She should have protected Jemma and not pushed Lance away. She takes a breath and makes sure they're not looking, then injects it in to her forearm.

Jia murmurs, "No! my Daisy," softly and turns over on the table. The stitches are still there, but the flesh has mended together and the living body is connected and working once more. Jemma's chatting seems to get through to her and her eyelashes flutter open. She sits up in a sudden startled motion and covers her chest with her arms. Her look of confusion roams across the three SHIELD agents in the room and then her eyes settle on Jacob and the sorrow spreads over her face. "What did you do to him!," she says with a seething undertone.

Lance Hunter has posed:
"Fair 'nuff," Lance says with a glance towards Jia. "Guess we're sort of on the edges of our experience when it comes to that stuff," by which he means powered people and all they entail. "Well if we've got to carry them both then we carry them both."

Though the news of the grenade changes the calculations quite a bit. "Now that's the ticket," he says. "Get those, drop the guards, we all help ourselves to their weapons, we might just have a fighting chance to get out of here, even with a few extra-"

Lance jumps back as Jia sits up. "Bloody hell!" he exclaims before he puts up his hands. "Easy, luv, we're the good guys, Jacob died a hero, stopping Whitehall and his lot, now we're going to keep our promises and get you and him out of here."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Jemma also jumps in fright. After all, she was examining Jia...and she didn't expect that sudden of a recovery. The hands fly up, palms outward...the universal sign of trust. "He is right. Jacob died to save us. He....his only requests were for us to help you and to be buried at what he called Afterlife. I promised him I would do whatever possible..." Jemma nods to the needle and medical thread used. "I...didn't know how, but I did what I could as well as I was able to."

With a glance to Bobbi, Jemma returns to Jia, the hands slowing dropping down. "I intend to keep my promise to Jacob. We are *all* getting out of here." Another glance to Bobbi, as if saying 'take over here?' then Jemma backs away slowly. To go construct a means of escape.

And...for not the first time, nor will it be the last...Jemm wishes silently that Fitz was here. He...would be so much better at the designs than Jemma.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi's eyes widen in surprise as Jia sits up suddenly. She takes off her jacket and offers it to her. "Ah, may be we can fashion a skirt or something for you to wear too. As my .. we're captives of Whitehall, but we're busting out of here." She furrows her brow thoughtfully and hides the darkened veins on her forearm behind her back. "And I have a plan."

"One moment. Your name is Jia yes? Did I hear you say Daisy?," she asks.

Jia frowns and then looks very sadly to Jacob, "My daughter, she was hunted by HYDRA when. When did I say her name?"

Bobbi replies, "Just now before you sat up." She nods to Jemma, "Go ahead," and then leans back against the wall. "Here's the thing. Whitehall wanted me to make the super soldier serum - the same one that runs in Captain America's blood. It's what made him the super soldier that took out HYDRA in World War 2. What Whitehall doesn't know is that to activate it requires a particular high dosage of radiation.. which obviously we can't do here."

"But that got me thinking. Remember the.. project.. we did for Peggy?," she smiles a touch, "The gene therapy also requires specialised equipment to work. Neither are applicable, not the Super Soldier Serum nor the Infinity Formula. But... Jacob's gift. We could combine the three together. It'd likely be fatal for whoever took it, because of the heart attacks. But, it'd give us a massive advantage over even their powers. Steve Rogers could take them all without breaking a sweat."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Stepping back from Jia while the others talk, he fills an unused flask with water, just enough to drink and then offers it to the newly resurrected woman. "Here, drink this," he offers, nodding about the clothes situation, figuring that's something he can take care of for now.

"Yeah, that sounds less like an escape, more like a very elaborate suicide," he says of Bobbi's idea. "You both said it yourselves, the watches will kill their users, this sounds like it'll do it even quicker."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
The other biochemist in the laboratory is already at a workstation she has claimed for her own. And...the flasks are already in use. To watch Jemma mix various chemicals together is a trip. She isn't measuring by any visual means. It looks to be just by sight and feel alone. Which...would make sense, considering how often she has made this certain magic potion. Hermoine she may not be...but what she can do with what she knows can very well be magical.

As Bobbi talks, Jemma listens. And follows along easily. The mind is already forming connections...and Jemma is not liking what she is hearing. "Wait...you want to combine the super soldier serum with the Infinity Formula, using Jacob's DNA as the recombinant component? Have you any idea what risks are present with that? We don't have any concept on how Jacob's bridge works. There is too much risk with that..."

The dendrotoxin does not take long to come together. A small amount is poured into a pressure flask...then helium gas is added and quickly sealed. Either it will knock out the guards, kill them, or make them all talk like Mickey Mouse. Only way to find out what...

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi nods her head, "I spent weeks working on this with Caitlin Fairchild if you remember. We were always missing the secret ingredient. Little did we know it was a person," she says and looks over to Jacob. Jia gets up off the table and wanders over to a closet where she takes out a lab coat and puts it on.

"But yes, I can see you're both totally not on board with this plan, even though we have no capability what so ever to defeat these HYDRA agents, even if we were foolish enough to use one of their watches. We'd be out numbered."

She takes a breath and holds up her arm where her veins have turned black creeping up her arm, "So it's a good thing I don't need your permissions to do this. I figure I may die from this, but I'll damn get the mission done first and get you three out of here."

She looks over at the door, "Speaking of which, ...here's the plan. I kick down the door, we toss out the grenade, then we prepare and fight the reinforcements. Once we somehow win that - we split up. I'll get Whitehall, Lance you get Toshiro, Jemma you steal the submarine. You were preparing for that other mission right?"

Jia clears her throat as she looks back at the group from the corner of the room, "I have a way we can get out of here, if you can get me to their radio room. I only need to send a signal."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter's eyes go wide as he sees the black spreading through Bobbi's veins. "No, Bobs, what did you do?" he says in a brittle whisper looking at her with horror. "Jemma, you got to be able to stop this right? We can't let this happen, there has to be another way!"

If Lance hears the rest of the plan or not it's hard to say, his attention is entirely focused on Bobbi right now.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"What the bloody hell are you thinking?!"

The sleep grenade is forgotten as Jemma rushes over towards Bobbi, those brown eyes locked upon the black veins in Bobbi's arm. The shocked expression shifts to anger, then to despair. "I understand you feel responsible...but did you really think this through? What is this going to do? Have you any idea at all?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Jiaying is a mess of stitches and bundled up scars. Yes, she is mobile, but the kind of scarring she has tells of a life of pain. Bobbi's sacrifice doesn't particularly register on the woman's expression, her slanted gaze but giving her a cursory glance. Yes, she seemed fine with someone sacrificing themselves to get them out of here..

And while her friends go through their states of disbelief, anger.., denial, etc.., she goes hunt for some clothes, finding a night gown to fit into. It will have to do for now.

But time is of the essence too. Who knows how long that serum will work until Bobbi dies? Yet the voice that comes is one of gentle understanding, even if firm. "Your friend has made the sacrifice for you. All you can do is honor it by making sure it is not in vain." She moves closer to Jacob, placing one hand atop his head to close the man's eyes. And she lets it rest there.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi has a mode of stubbornness that she sets in to. She already took so that no one else would debate about taking it too, once they'd realised it really was their only option. She does look a touch regretful and presses her lips together as she looks to Lance and then to Simmons she says, "It is our duty as Agents of SHIELD to put the mission ahead of ourselves."

Guaranteed to piss off Lance, but this is exactly the time when those directives are truer than ever. "We have one shot to get Whitehall, it's slippery like an eel and we know he's here and desperate for a medical answer to his self imposed doom. Who knows what solution he'll be able to find in the next few days or weeks he has left - depending on how much more of that serum he has."

"I really need you both to focus, because it's game time. We're on the clock now. And what do I think this'll do? Well,.. a bit of a guess but based on all the years I worked on the super soldier serum as Project Gladiator, I expect strength, dexterity, speed, amplification of whatever inner truth betrayals my character, and the like.. and that Infinity Formula? well.. healing and anti-aging."

"I mean... there's a small chance that somehow this concoction will undo the heart attacks from Jacob's serum." She is trying to sound flippant, it's her usual deflection. The black veins start to clear up as if they were never there and she takes in a deep breath, "And I am starting to feel pretty... good."

Lance Hunter has posed:
There's no question to anyone looking at him that Hunter is //pissed// but Bobbi especially can see the signs of just how mad he is and at her to boot. "Fine," Hunter says, turning away from Bobbi to gather his makeshift weapons. "But if that junk in your veins kills you, I'm bringing you back so I can do the job myself," he snaps, putting a couple of test tube molotovs into his pockets. If things go to plan, he won't need them the Night Night Grenade should open up a veritable arsenal of stealable weapons just outside their door, but then they didn't teach the 6 P's in the SAS for nothing, Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance.

Loaded up, he nods to the others, "Alright, let's get this done then."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Jia doesn't ask for a weapon. Actually she is just standing there near Jacob for now, her own eyes closed while her hand rests on the young man's forehead. Whatever she might be doing there! But nothing appears out of the ordinary.

Eyes snap back open when Hunter mentions it's time to get a move on and she moves to stay near the rest of them. A faint smile creases her features, some eagerness visible but not the exuberance that might had been expected from someone who may have been under torture for years and is now given means to escape.. "You are Agents of SHIELD.." she murmurs. A faint nod is given and she seems ready.

To note, she has really made no effort to pick up Jacob's body to carry with them.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Oh..there are times in which Jemma considers one Agent Bobbi Morse as one of the coolest people she has met. With the jump kicks and the stave and the whole attitude in how she handles adversity.

    Judging from Jemma's look now....this....is not one of those times.

    There is an mixed appearance of pity, anger, and concern. All at once. All for Bobbi. It is so painfully obvious that Jemma thinks that injecting oneself with bits of compounds with known failures and side effects is drastically wrong. But...she knows there is nothing she can do about it now.

    So, stiff upper lip time. Jemma adopts her British sensibilities, the emotions being shoved down into a deep dark hole as she puts on her game face. When she speaks, she sounds so insufferably English that it might as well be Peggy Carter standing before the three people in the room, rather than a research scientist in way over her head. "Right. Onwards then." A beat, then a nod to Jia, for confirmation. "We are. And...you wish for a radio, yes? Would you be adversed to using the radio on the submarine I am about to liberate from our not-so-gracious hosts?"

    No hesitation. No asking how to go about it. Yes, Jemma has been studying....and, provided the submarine is similar, she might actually be able to steal it. It's time to get down to business.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi regrets having hurt Lance like this. No matter how things ended last time she still feels deeply for him and know he does for her too. If by some miracle she does survive this, or they can manage it - she's going to try and make it up to him. Somehow. That might not be possible, but she'll try.

Bobbi Has had some time for what Jia said to sink in and she remembers the classified sections of Daisy's file. The perks of being level 7 and above. At level 7 it's only need to know and when she first decided to truly trust Daisy, she needed to know. "You don't mean Daisy Johnson do you?," she asks Jia as yet another way to deflect the guilt she's feeling from those looks Lance and Jemma are giving her.

No time for that now, she steels herself in front of the lab door, "On the count of three, I kick the door and you throw the D.T.G, we count to five after that and then rush out and fight for our lives. Got it? Good." She kicks open the door.

Lance Hunter has posed:
"They are, I'm not," Hunter says about them being agents. He does note that Jacob is being left where he is by Jia, and as much as he wants to protest he can't fault that logic right now. Though he does check the man over for anything, any trinket or jewelry he might be able to take off him, and see that get home to wherever this Afterlife is.

Though when the door is kicked open, Hunter is ready glancing into the hallway for a quick scan of the opposition's number and position before he ducks back and lets Jemma do her thing with the grenade.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
A pendant had been left on Jacob. Perhaps some kind of torture from Whitehall, leaving him with a memento of his life out there, a way to give him some 'hope' so he'd continue to serve his purposes.

"A radio. Correct. At least I am hoping it will work." Jiaying's attention goes to the british one. There is an awareness to her that this strife between the three of them at Bobbi having taken the serum is now something she shouldn't meddle in, "I will follow your lead, Agent." she tells Simmons. Time for some Jemma-Jiaying tag team apparently!

And just as she moves to stand on the other side of the door that question comes from Bobbi. It makes her look up sharply at the other woman but she doesn't answer.., even if the look may be telling..

Yet no time for more because a door needs to be kicked down!

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    There is a minor note that there was no counting. Just....door kick, and go. But, that is besides the point as Jemma picks up the pressurized flask and just chucks it out the door. Fortunately, her aim is true as the group of guards sees a glass flask with what seems to be a blue mist flies through the air and slams into the floor, shattering somewhat explosively due to the pressurization of the inert gas within. The blue cloud actually spreads out and up, which, for Jemma, seems to be a fascinating process.

    And...5 seconds later....the guards start falling. Oh thank god with that. It seems that Jemma's little makeshift cocktail is successful.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi kicks the door open. What she's used to experiencing - door bounces back, or in this case, goes no where because it's a prison door. What actually happens is what she had hoped would happen. The door springs open and hits the other side, bending and deforming out of shape. She ducks back behind the wall and waits.. drop.. drop drop.. the bodies start dropping.

5 seconds pass, Bobbi is first out through the door and picks up one of the AK74s the hydra agents are carrying. She looks around the room and then slings it over her shoulder. She motions for the others to follow. There's one way in and out of this section of the facility, a staircase leading down. Bobbi moves to one side of it and can hear footsteps approaching. She lets one pass by and then as the second one passes she grabs them by the arm and tosses them behind it. To her surprise, the guy goes flying and hits the wall. She winces, "Yikes."

The third guy turns the corner and blasts Bobbi with a shockwave. She has been hit by Quake before and it usually knocks her back. This time, however, she feels the intense pulsing pressing against her body and her feet begin to slip against the floor, but it feels more like a strong invisible wind than what has happened to her in the past.

A fourth hydra agent rushes past. The first activates strength, the fourth activates speed.

Lance Hunter has posed:
Jacob's token is pocketed, "Sorry mate," Hunter tells the man patting him on his chest. "We'll get this home for you though."

Then it was time to act.

Hunter is second through the door, stripping a HYDRA guard of his AK74s and his sidearm, strapping the latter to his hip as he ducks the guy thrown down the hall by Bobbi. There's be time to process that whole business later, now he just lifts his weapon and fires off shots at number one and number three, each getting a three-round burst apiece, aimed for center mass. There was no time to mess around with non-lethal approaches today.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Jiaying waits for the agents to go out first. Hey, it's their show! And besides, she'd prefer to keep herself alive. Well, she knows she'd live, but there's the pain to account for. And deep down, she really doesn't particularly care about whether the Agents die or not. But they will be useful to get out of here!

When she does come out of that room and puts her eyes on those Hydra guards moving in towards them something seems to awaken inside her. That fury to take out these men who have dared to harvest the powers of her people...

It's the one with super strength that she approaches. Or rather, he is coming for her.. It's a mistake, for when the man's strong hands wrap around her neck she places her own over his hand..

The man falters and gasps, letting go and dropping to his knees while she just watches and continues her drain..

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    That....actually worked.

    It is the first thought that runs through Jemma's head. The bodies drop....and the toxin clears as intended. That...might be something that needs further development later. But...for now...

    Jemma relieves a couple of sidearms from the guards, leaving the rifles for Hunter to peruse from. She is pretty accurate with a pistol...and her ICER? Amazing. The sidearms are the closest to that...and two is better than one.

    As the group steps out, there is a stray thought that catches Jemma...something that ticks in her head. That of Bobbi asking about Daisy. But....this isn't the time to ask that question. At least, not yet.

    Just...time to protect Jiaying. Or, as Jemma catches the tail end of how Jia protects herself...time to go steal a sub.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi pushes forward up the stairs and runs in to a group of hydra agents. One hits her with lightning, the next with a tremor and the third upper cuts her with strength. She flies up and then drops to the ground twitching a moment. The next two move forward, phased out to merge past the bullets and get a shot off at Lance before he has a chance.

Thinking Bobbi 'done', but she's not. She rises back up again, feeling her heart starting to race a little. Her left hand clenches and unclenches and then she grabs the two hydra agents as they phase back in and does a backward roll to toss them behind her in to the group of three.

She pushes forward and slams the door to the hallway and looks out at the guard room. It's now empty. She turns back around at the three as the five HYDRA agents stand back up. "This is your unlucky day boys," she says with a grin, then clenches her left hand again.

One of them lifts up his gun and starts to shoot and Bobbi can see it coming, almost feeling her heart racing fast as she starts to run at him, taking a page out of Natasha's book, she kicks off the wall and punches down at him as the bullets narrowly miss her and knocks him out flat, leaving four.

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter rolls as the bullets come his way. "Down," he shouts to the people behind him, though with his eyes fixed on the opposition he misses what Jia is doing to the HYDRA guy. Hunter does return fire in short order then moves up behind Bobby, sticking close to cover and offering covering fire when needed.

As the men stand up, Hunter fires off two shots at the back one of their legs, before he leaps into close combat, knowing her can't just hose down the room with a notoriously inaccurate Russian assault rifle and not risk hitting Bobbi. The good thing about Russian made guns though, is they're durable so they can take a beating and dish one out as well! As Lance demonstrates using his weapon to attack the HYDRA goons up close and personal.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Mmmm, delicious lifeforce.. And one less enemy to the Inhumans left alive... As the man crumples to the ground the woman takes in a deep breath, a renewed one. It had been a long time since Jiaying had last fed so freely, unhinged... And to think she used to feel reluctant about using her powers.. But no need for it anymore..

She brings herself closer to Jemma, still not picking up on any weapon from the ground. "Should we separate from them now? We need to find that sub.." and you know what's great about this base? They put arrows pointing to the various places at the base here and there..

"I am imagining we will find it at the docks." Truth be told, Bobbi and Hunter would be acceptable losses for her.

And with the focus of the goons guns going towards the juggernaut Bobbi it is a good chance as any to slink out down an alternative route.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    With a pistol in her hand, the scientist would hate to admit it...but she feels somewhat empowered. At least she has some semblance of control. Jemma looks away as the body drops to the ground, the pistol held in both of her hands tightly. As Jiaying speaks, the brunette nods in agreement. "If we have any chance of taking it, now would be the time to try." It isn't acceptible losses that Jemma is thinking about this time. No, it is more that Lance and Bobbi know how to make a scene, which should let the less conspicuous Simmons to be able to sneak off easier to claim a giant piece of machinery...with just two people.

    "This way." The research scientist had been paying attention to her lessons. And, in this case....to her surroundings. "The docks are this way." And....Jemma turns...in a direction that seems contrary to the posted signs. Because Jemma knows...that isn't the most direct way.

    It pays to pay attention to the details. And Jemma was alert the entire time. "I...kept track. In my head." The only explanation given.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi throws a punch and the hydra agent phases out as the second takes a punch at her side. Oof, she felt that.. barely. She is starting to feel slightly more confident that this has worked beyond her expectations. She does a side kick in to the chest of the agent as he rephases.

Getting ambitious she kicks him in to the line of fire from Lance. The one who punched her, she sweeps and then punches him as his head hits the floor and then her fist. The other two agents have strength and are unafraid of Lance, which is their mistake when he moves in for hand to hand combat. Though, two on one when they have super powers seems unfair. She clocks him on the back of the head with the AK74 leaving just the last to Lance.


Her eyes spy a large ventilation system and she hmms thoughtfully, "Lance, this'll probably get you to engineering. Get Toshiro, that piece of shit needs to pay." She grabs the vent covering and pulls. The metal strains and the locking mechanism snaps. Certainly openable with a key or from the inside, but why bother when yo can just rip it off? "Agent Rogers you've been holding out on me."

She pauses a moment as she feels a tightness in her chest. She drops to a knee and winces as it takes her breath away. A micro-heart attack? she feels ashen, but recovers very quickly. "That.. we may not have much time. I'm going for Whitehall. Meet you all at the submarine."

Lance Hunter has posed:
The one thrown into Hunter's line of fire goes down with a bullet to the head. So too does the second one once he has a clear shot. The others who took a beating were lucky.

He nods when the vent is pointed out. He looks at Bobbi for a long moment, anger, concern and adrenaline surging through him, before he offers, "Try not to die," before looking to the rest of their group. "Goes for you lot too." Then he's off pulling the vent away and slipping inside. Good thing too because he misses Bobbi falling to her knees, if he'd seen it he'd never have left her side.

On the other side of the vent, Hunter drops down just outside of engineering, just as a masked HYDRA guard passes through the door, there's a moment where the two men's eyes meet before, they both make a move the guard goes for his watch and Lance goes for the guard. In the end the guard goes down and Lance drags him into a spare room. A few moments later, Hunter emerges in a new set of HYDRA fatigues, the mask pulled up over his face, he slides his card into the lock and slips inside engineering.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Jemma...didn't think to disguise herself as a HYDRA agent. However, she did think enough to grab a labcoat, too, so that Jia and Jemma actually match. So...there might be a chance that agents think that Jemma actually is a lab tech.

    Maybe.

    Still, it does seem that Jemma actually knows where she is going. She is being careful, and walking in a normal pace, much to Jiaying's chagrin, but doing so makes it seem that Jemma belongs more, at least in her mind. And the fact that she is walking the base as if she knows the place, rather than simply counting steps.

    As the pair get closer to the coastline...and to the docks, it is evident that something else is going on. There were guards....or, rather, still are, but not in any state to stop the pair from making their way to the sub.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi makes haste down the hall way and hides in a closet as guards pass by. She rushes back out again and up the ramp way back to Whitehall's office. They need to be quick about this. If he catches wind things are going bad he'll escape again. Not this time, not when he's so close. Not after a hundred plus years of bringing misery and terror to the world.

Bobbi opens the doors to the office. The two guards immediately engage. She punches to one who phases, then kicks to the other who phases. A round house to the first when he unphases and then drops to a sweep when the second one unphases. The second one hops back up and shots Bobbi with electricity. She feels her muscles tensing up and her heart starting to race again. When the electricity stops she clenches and unclenches her left first again, then throws a fake punch and strikes him in the throne with her palm open.

The man in the chair, Daniel Whitehall, is fumbling with some medicine he has out on the table in front of him. Vials and an injector gun. Bobbi strides over to him as he attempts to stick the gun against his arm. She pulls it away. He other hand tries to stop her and she grabs that arm too and pushes them both down on to the table top.

Bobbi can't think of anything to say as she watches him, sweat dripping down his forehead, a desperation in his eyes. His teeth chitter and he tries to say something. She thinks of all the people he's mutilated in the photos Peggy Carter showed them, in the bodies they recovered, even the neo nazis that died in their cells.. and Jiaying cut to pieces, Jacob killing himself to stop Whitehall.. herself taking that Frankenstein concoction just to get the advantage on all those guards.

She watches him die. He looks desperate at the medicine he needs to keep on living, just mere inches away from him and with his last ounce of strength rises from the chair.... then flops back in to it. Bobbi lets go and the chair twirls around one and a half time so that his lifeless body can look out at the angry sea.

Bobbi stands there for a moment thinking on this moment and how she feels both satisfied and guilty.. no time to rest now though, she clenches and unclenches her left hand again and grabs her left arm with her right. "Shit," she whispers to herself. "This could be it for me too," she says out at the sight of the angry sea.

The moment is interrupted by the sudden HHrrr HHrrr HHrrr of an intruder alarm going off.

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter walks into engineering, there two guards and a handful of techs working on various pieces of tech, likely new watches, while Mori himself watches over them, hands behind his back. "You see how the new micronization process reduces weight and speeds uptake time," he looks at Hunter when he enters. "What now?" he demands.

"Dr. Whitehall would like to see you," Hunter says, his accent is gone, in its place is an American one, bland, like someone out of the Pacific Northwest. "Sir." He adds as an afterthought.

HHrrr HHrrr HHrrr the alarm sounds.

"Damn it," Hunter says, drawing his sidearm and shooting the two guards before he points it at Mori. A part of him wanted to pull down his mask, let him know who it was pulling the trigger, or even say something glib before he did it, but that'd be murder, this was the job. Mori never learns it was Lance who kills him, Lance just pulls the trigger, puts two more into him to be sure, then says to the techs, "Stay put and none of you get hurt," he tells them as he backs out of the room, already working out in his head the way back down to the sub.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    As the alarm sounds out, Jemma backs into a corner, with a nod to Jiaying to do the same. It is a hunch, but Jemma is willing to bet that the alarm is probably going to draw out whatever skeleton crew is in the submarine.

    And...after a short bit of waiting, the hunch proves correct. Which....makes getting into the submarine easier. Whoever set off that alarm was either incredibly forward thinking....or just a damn fool. But, either way, the pair of labcoated females take advantage, boarding the ship with relative ease.

    And, fortunately, this submarine is similar to the style that Jemma was researching. Finding the radio room was relatively easy. A little configuration later and an open line is established for Jia first...and Jemma second. Provided anyone in SHIELD is listening, which is almost a certainty at this point.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Jia tunes the receiver to a frequency and then presses the button and speaks softly, "Gordon. If you can hear me. This is Jiaying. Come an-" she doesn't even finish the sentence before a man appears in the room with Jia and Jemma. He has no eyes which is strange. He 'looks' at Jemma and asks, "And her too?" Jia takes a long look at Jemma and while staring in to her eyes says, "No." Gordon touches Jia and the two disappears.

Bobbi shuts her eyes and retraces their steps from when they first landed here. They were brought here... this way. She turns and starts running. The corridors of the HYDRA base are pandaemonium with people running this way and that. She has to hide a few times before she can get to the submarine. She takes a running jump from the platform on to the sub and calls in to the entrance, "It's Morse." She joins Jemma at the radio not aware of what just transpired, "Jemma, did you get through to SHIELD. Hopefully they can get a fix on our location and if not we'll sail? drive? this thing out of here."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter keeps his head down and makes it look like he's moving somewhere fast and on very important orders. That walk is universal no matter what army you're in and it helps him blend in nicely with the chaos going on around him. His gun stays holstered the whole way down to the sub and when he's there, he drops down into the radio room, making sure to pull his mask off first. Relief shows on his face when he sees Bobbi still there and alive, a sentiment echoed when he sees Jemma as well. "Where'd Jia go?" he asks the other agents.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Jemma...has a bewildered look as Bobbi joins her in the radio room. It is an expression that is just starting to dissipate as Lance arrives...but he gets a bit of it, too. With a frown, Jemma reaches over and slides a ready notebook over, with a pen, and jots down two things. The frequency that was just used...and the name Gordon. Then...questions need answering.

Lance's question is answered first. "Jia just...used the radio and called out to a Gordon. Who...just appeared, looked at me, and just took Jia away upon her order. A...teleporter, I think." She taps the notepad. "That is the frequency. I...think it might come in handy in the future."

Then...Bobbi. "No, I have not tried SHIELD yet. I was just about to when we had our visitor." There is a frown with that...but Jemma then just shakes it off and takes a seat to dial in a SHIELD frequency. The microphone is flipped on as Jemma intones "Attention SHIELD. This is Agent Jemma Simmons requesting evacuation for Special Agent Bobbi Morse and I from HYDRA base. Location is unknown. Please, triangulate upon this broadcast and send assistance."

It is a simple enough broadcast....but one that is responded to rather quickly. It seems that people were waiting to hear from the missing agents.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi has the head count she cares about. It'd be nice to have Jia here but she's not going to wait for her to miraculously reappear. She makes her way to the helm. These small subs are very modern, very computerised. She sits at the pilots seat and starts flicking switches. It's a bit like an aircraft. She's only done simulation time in submarines though.

The submarine lowers in to the water and slowly starts to back out. The sounds of scraping on rock can be heard as the side draaaag along the edge of the dock. They back up slowly out in to the ocean. A large HYDRA logo carved in to the rock ahead of them. She turns the sub around and starts to move them out to sea.

They're not too far off of the coast and risen up to surface level when there's a sudden explosion that gongs through the submarine as two sets of explosives tears holes in the hull. Alarm bells begin to ring, "We're taking on water. Everybody out." They can evacuate easily enough even as the submarine starts to sink.

There is a sudden shockwave from the island and the cliff implodes with a loud crack and BOOM. The entire HYDRA base being swallowed up. "Blood Hell!," Bobbi exclaims with an expression that rubbed off on her from Lance. The swim back to the shore is a long one but they all do enough training to handle it. It's barely an hour before a quinjet lands near them and out steps Field Director Quan of the very hush hush Beijing office. With a cheerful smile on his face he greets them, "I heard you needed a lift."