FitzSimmons Meet 'The Bus'

September 08, 2014:

Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz, two scientists recently granted their first field assignment with SHIELD, are introduced to their new home: 'The Bus'.

The Triskelion - New York City

The Headquarters, Armory and Fortress of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics division is, for the most part, an unassailable tower in the midst of the diplomatic sprawl that is Midtown East. The primary intelligence clearing houses and most of SHIELD's senior leadership are all housed here, along with a veritable army of agents and staff to keep the place running, the world spinning and the weirdness at bay.

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Fade In…

A trio of armored SUV's pull into one of the Triskelion's secured motorways, each of them bearing government plates and the SHIELD insignia. The vehicles park, and begin to disgorge their passengers. However, there are two who seem decidedly more talkative than the rest.

"That's just it! I can't calculate the proper micro-explosive charge without knowing the exact weight of your dendrotoxin dosage." Leopold Fitz is the first one out of the middle most SUV, and he's already making his way around back. "If these calculations are off by even a micron, it might backfire, and you know bloody well what that will do to any poor sap trying to fire the thing to save his life, Simmons." He pulls open the back hatch and begins hauling out satchel after satchel, setting them down on the floor in a meticulous manner.

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Right after Fitz is Jemma Simmons, following him as she quickly replies. "Yes, Fitz, I understand, however I can't give you an exact weight when I haven't perfected the formula yet! I'm not a psychic, I can't give you parameters to something I don't have!" As he pull things out of the back of the SUV, she starts to pick them up - something like a scientific version of a fireman's line.

As she starts to pull bags over her shoulder and then pick a few up. "It's still too volatile to be considered for testing yet. And a backfire won't do any good if they can't fire the gun since the solution may still prove fatal to the target. Maybe if I use a different base…"

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Coulson is waiting with May. They're in a SUV all their own, and she naturally, has the keys. When Fitz and Simmons emerge from their ride, Coulson gets a world's record shit eating grin and looks over at May.

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Melinda May stands there, in full field gear, with her arms crossed. Kind of the usual, really. Though when Coulson turns that grin on her she tilts her head downward as if trying to stop herself from commenting somehow and reaches into her pocket. And hands the senior agent a ten dollar bill before stepping forward to take some of those satchels from Simmons. Girl has always had a bad habit of trying to carry too much at once.

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"I understand that!" Return fire, hot from Fitz as he starts pulling bags over his own shoulders. "But the whole mechanics of it rely on extremely precise weighting, and you know how twitchy these field agents can be about their - WHOA!"

Fitz reaches out to steady a bag swinging from Jemma's arm. "Watch it! Those are my seeker prototypes!" He quickly unfastens the bag and peers in with scrutiny, one arm fishing about here and there. His head then goes right into the bag, and a muffled voice can be heard. "It's alright, little guys. I know you hate being transported by anything but yourselves, but I'll have you locked up in no time, safe and sound in our new lab."

He comes out and zips up the satchel, giving Jemma a rueful look before spinning about.

And almost right into Agent May.

"Shhh—-!" he starts to curse, before taking a step back and gulping. "Oh." An awkward smile forms. "Agent May…!" Eyes dart the other direction. "Agent Coulson!" The young scientist suddenly finds his cheeks flushing.

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Agent Coulson smiles, "Fitz. Simmons." he takes a step forward, "Can I give you two a hand? Looks like you packed the kitchen sink. Not that I'm complaining of course."

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"Yes, which is exactly why you should wait for me to finish my toxin…." Jemma gives a huge sigh and gives Fitz a long suffering look. "Really, Fitz, I'm certainly able to carry the seeker prototypes - and they're our prototypes - without managing to break them." She wobbles one way and the other as both May and Fitz start to divest her of bags. "You baby them too much. They're meant to go against more terrifying opponents than a swinging bag."

She turns a little, realizing that it's not just Fitz that is pulling bags away from her. "Oh! Thank you Agent May. That's very kind of you." She gives the serious agent a soft smile. She takes in Coulson and extends the smile to him. "Agent Coulson! Yes, thank you. We, unfortunately, do not travel light."

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Agent Coulson looks around and sees everyone has their gear, "Well, then, um. I guess I'll supervise." he looks to the duo, "So did you two learn anything at the conference?" he asks, smiling, knowing that what will happen is that they will horribly overexplain something, at which point Coulson will start thinking about cellists and May will start thinking about ways to break someone's collarbone.

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Melinda May takes at least two bags from Simmons without bothering to offer or ask like Coulson did, and starts to carry them toward their waiting black SUV. Oh, that under-bumper sensor thing that Ford is touting so much lately? Totally an original SHIELD design. And she doesn't have to think about ways to break someone's collarbone. There are twenty-eight ways. She's not going to demonstrate.

The bags are set efficiently (but gently) into the SUV's trunk and then May is stepping over to start the SUV's engine. She could so easily drop in a comment here, but it's likely best that she doesn't. The two scientists have just barely returned, they should get at least … forty seconds to yammer about their conference before she silences them.

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"Oh, of course!" Fitz starts to say. Odds are Simmons will speak up as well, which means that the two are about to be talking right over each other.

"Professor Bilton's essay on upper atmospheric aerodynamics was quite interesting -"

"- with concepts of ex-stratospheric travel -"

"- which, of course, means that trans-global space flight might be a reality within the next five years -"

"- financials to make it possible, which of course is bollocks."

He doesn't even ask where they are going. He simply climbs into the noted SUV, still yammering on as he goes. "Now, the subjects displayed by Amy Andretta were probably more interesting to Simmons, but metahuman physiology has it's interesting points, I suppose…"

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Opposing Fitz's observations with her own, Simmons starts up once asked by Coulson.

"I'm not sure I would call it interesting, but it was certainly cutting edge -"

"- That bit was especially brilliant, though he couldn't quite get the slides working properly -"

" - It certainly could be a possibility within the next ten years - "

" - However, it's incredibly expensive, most likely improbable for its own application - "

As always, she follows Fitz back into another SUV. "It has more than it's interesting points, Fitz, think of all the possibilities we could use with metahuman physiology to evolve our own abilities…" While he may not ask where they're going, she blinks for a moment, realizing she was walking and sitting on autopilot as she was speaking. "If I may ask, sir, where might we be going?"

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Melinda May waits for everyone to finish piling in — and put on their seatbelts — before starting off. Must not be anything particularly dire going on, as her driving is so by the book it's practically sedate. And even though Simmons asked Coulson where they're going, she answers instead. "The Bus. We might be getting orders soon and best to be prepared ahead of time." Yeah. That explains everything, doesn't it? Yay for non-answers.

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"Why would you want to evolve your own abilities?" asks Fitz in protest, now turning to face Simmons directly. "I wouldn't want anyone sticking some vile concoction into my blood. I say, let 'natural selection' take it's course. Besides. There's nothing a little technological enhancement can't accomplish, and that's without permanently modifying your genetic structure." Without missing a beat, he turns to look at Agent May's nose and eyes through the rear view mirror. "I'm sorry, 'The Bus'? But we have a perfectly reasonable mode of transportation right here."

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Agent Coulson listens idly to the conversation, the back of his brain listening for trigger words or the like, but nothing fits the bill right now. He looks over his shoulder at the two young agents in the back and nods, "Let's just say being dead has its privileges. I got a Bus."

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"Because we're always evolving. Think of the practical applications they could have. And it might be temporary solutions to grander problems. The point is, we won't be able to tell without testing. It's all very exciting." Clearly Simmons does not see the problems that Fitz is. "Nothing says it has to be permanently modifying your genetic code. She was just giving an example."

Then, however, she looks around at the other occupants of the car. "The Bus? Is this like how rock stars travel the country? I guess it would be a bit less cramped than going everywhere in an SUV. Though, don't get me wrong, of course it is a lovely SUV."

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"Yes, quite lovely," agrees Fitz. "Plenty of leg room."

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Melinda May doesn't bother answering either of the scientists' queries. Better to let them wonder, it's not much farther, anyway. The SUV turns into the SHIELD airfield and the guards at the gate let them through, and she drives them toward Hangar 14, the largest hangar by far.

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"It's still too risky," says Fitz, going back to his conversation with Simmons. "I mean, I could list a few examples." And he could. Examples from some of the files released to them when he and Simmons were granted their field agent clearance. Instead, he scoots up a bit, sticking his face up next to Agent Coulson's head rest. Mouth ajar, he points to the hangar and wonders aloud, "They… don't… keep buses in there." His head darts to Simmons. "They don't park buses in hangars now, do they?" After all, SHIELD does have some peculiar counter intelligence methods…

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Agent Coulson looks idly out the window, "It's where they keep mine, but then again, that could just be the rockstar status." he looks at the agents and smiles, "Wait til you see the cupholders."

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"Oh, everyone could list a few examples of why we shouldn't test science, but it's science, Fitz! It doesn't go backwards. I'm not saying we start experimenting on people, of course, just that we start seeing the practical purposes from theoretical study. There can't be harm in that, can there?" She gives Fitz a bit of a placating look. "Of course they don't. I'm sure we're just picking something up. Or perhaps flying to it." Though, as she's speaking, she starts to lean forward, too, peering through the windshield at the large hangar, curious, but smiling at Coulson's quip. "I am sure it's a wonderful bus, sir."

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Okay, Phil, cut it out. You're making it difficult to keep a straight face over here. May drives the SUV around to the far side of the building, where the hangar doors are currently open, and pulls to a stop several feet short of the giant bird's loading ramp. You know, for full effect.

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"Cupholders, eh?" Fitz sits back a bit, smirking at Simmons. That is, until the SUV pulls about and reveals The Bus, in all of its splendor. It's likely that a swell of orchestral music pairs the scene. Leo's eyes go wide, and he leans forward just a bit more. Awestruck. "It's like… it's like those Star Trek movies, where they do a camera move that unveils the U.S.S. Enterprise in all of her glory."

Smirking, and filled with excitement, Fitz reaches over and claps Coulson on the shoulder. "That makes you James T. Kirk, you know." Beat. "Agent Coulson. Sir."

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As the car drives around the building, Simmons' eyes widen upon laying eyes on The Bus for the first time. Now she understands what the implied capital letters actually meant. "It's beautiful, sirs." That's all she can say at the moment, though Fitz is certainly able to capture most of the wonder that she feels. "Does that make me McCoy, then? You'd be Scotty. Oh, you've already got the accent! It's perfect." She glances at May, "I wouldn't call Agent May Spock." In fact, she may think of May as Worf if they're doing Star Trek comparisons, but it's the wrong series and she's not sure wishes to speak the thoughts out loud.

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Agent Coulson blinks, "Wait, does that make me a middle aged, balding, over actor?" he says, deadpan. If there were a camera pointed at him, he'd look straight into it and wink. Somewhere, in New York City, Wade Wilson is weeping and can't figure out why.

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Melinda May almost hastily stops the SUV's engine and bails out of the car so no one will see her trying to keep from smirking. It's a close thing. She walks around to open the trunk again and start unloading the satchels

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"I dunno," answers Fitz, eyeballing May as she rushes out. "But I wouldn't call it to her face again!" He gives Simmons a meaningful look, paired with a broad grin. "If they're bringing us here, it must mean that they have one hell of a lab." The excitement is almost bubbling over. Turning away, the young agent opens the door, then tromps off at Simmons' side toward Coulson and May's majestic, gigantic mobile base.

Death does, indeed, have it's privileges.

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