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Maybe I should learn to fly.

It's not too late, right? I could learn.

What do you like best...
the freedom? The view?

The solitude.

Got it. See you in Sweden.

I only get one shot.

And it has to knock a
person back, as well as out.

Which is why we're
perfecting this little beauty.

.45-caliber cartridges,
semi-automatic. Each mag...

Contains eight therapeutic
rounds of dendrotoxin.

In case you miss!

Or have multiple assailants.

Yeah, w-we're gonna have
this new night-night pistol

- working in no time. Okay?
- Great.

One thing... we're not calling it that.

- Ah, told you.
- Yes, we... yes, we are.

- Have you seen Skye?
- Not since weapons training.

Has she stopped saying "bang"
when she pulls the trigger?

Mostly. Now, if she can
just learn the difference

between the safety release
and the magazine release,

we'll be making real progress.

- What's up, Phil?
- I'd prefer you not call me "Phil."

Okay, you're the boss... A.C.

Just missing my van a bit,
taking a little me time.

I want your help with something.

Hit me with it.

- You ever rob a bank?
- No.

- An armored car?
- Nope.

- How about a casino?
- Should I be offended?

Somebody's stealing millions
of dollars in diamonds.

They've found a way to
crack the security systems.

I want you to figure out their exploit.

Hmm.

Yesterday, 25 men, all military,

were hired by one of the
largest gem brokers in the world.

They dressed the men in identical outfits,

gave each one a randomly
assigned briefcase,

and sent them along 25 different
routes here in Stockholm.

No one knew which briefcase
contained the diamonds,

but they were still stolen.

Tack.

Why the Kabuki theater?

They were afraid because
somebody's targeting diamonds...

an armored car in Milan, a safe
in Monte Carlo, and now this...

over $30 mil total.

Each theft occurred despite heavy security.

- They sound like inside jobs.
- A lot of people share that opinion.

You don't.

CCTV cameras catch any of the action?

Fitz-Simmons is checking. The
system went dark for an hour.

- They think it was hacked.
- It was the same thieves each time?

Yes, but it was just one thief... a woman.

- And she did it all with her eyes closed.
- Eyewitnesses I.D. her?

Black, athletic build, late 20s, early 30s.

So, you asked how she could
have cracked the system.

I have a pitch, but
it's way outside the box.

I live outside the box.

There are people in the
world with superpowers, right?

What if this woman has ESP or something?

There are no credible studies
that support precognition,

- telepathy, or extrasensory perception.
- Okay, so science says "no".

But this woman knew impossible
things. And why did she close her eyes?

That's either random or totally important.

Was she listening... or
was she reading minds?

I'm gonna go play with my phone now.

Why does H.Q. want us to
investigate these heists?

They don't. I picked this op.

- Any luck?
- Yep, I'm getting full bars,

which means if I was
down here and 25 guys were

in scary red masks, you
know what I would do?

Instagram.

It's amazing.

Every year, this part
of our job gets easier.

Between Facebook, Instagram, and Flickr,

- people are surveilling themselves.
- With many filters to choose from.

I could do this pretty
well when I was hacking

for the Rising Tide, but
you guys tag and search

in ways the rest of us never dreamed of.

I can run facial-recognition
software on the photos,

cross-reference them with
our criminal databases.

You don't have to. That's the thief.

- Her name's Akela Amador.
- You're certain?

I should be.

I trained her.

Akela Amador was a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.

Seven years ago, she led a
raid on one of Vanchat's gulags.

Everyone believed that she

and the two other agents
on the mission were killed.

I had my doubts.

So I sent in a second team, just in case.

They found a lot of carnage

but couldn't confirm that
any of it was Amador...

- left the possibility open.
- That's why you chose this op...

when you heard about the heists.

There are only a few women in the world

who could pull off something so impossible.

Since you're on the bus,
I thought it had to be her.

Swedish customs confirmed
that Amador left the country

using an alias on a Swedish passport.

She flew into Belarus,

bought a train ticket
to a town called Zloda.

I've also put together

a list of individuals who
could fence that many diamonds.

There's been no contact or activity.

Maybe she's saving them for a
rainy day, buying something special.

Let's focus on finding Amador.

I'll let H.Q. know she's alive so
they can assist with the manhunt.

I'd like to hold off on that.

Until we know more.

Contact Belarus authorities.
Find us a place to park the bus.

Put together a list of inns,
hotels, and pensions near Zloda.

There can't be that many
of them. We'll find her.

I'm not so special after all.

I'm not your first prot�g�e.

Relax. I'm teasing. I
know I'm not a prot�g�e.

Hell, I'm not even a real,
live S.H.I.E.L.D. agent yet.

You two couldn't be more different.

Amador was smart, talented, fearless.

- Wow, there's nothing in common.
- Let me finish.

She didn't play well with others,
found little value in teamwork.

I thought I could instill
those qualities in her,

so I pushed her... maybe too hard.

Don't blame yourself because
this chick went to the dark side.

Whatever path she went down,

whatever weird stuff she
got into, it's on her.

The agreement was to come alone.

- I did!
- What about the man in the next room?

Or the one by the stairs?

They're here to protect
me for when I leave...

with the merchandise! Please.

I'm sorry. I've never done this before.

May I see them?

- The rest... they are...
- In the bag.

You can carry it through
customs. No one will know.

Now... it's your turn.

When I said $30 million, I
never thought anybody would...

If it fails, I will find you.

It will access all the levels, as promised.

But once you're inside, do you have a plan?

It'll come to me.

How exciting.

I've dreamed of visiting
Zloda since I was a schoolgirl.

Zloda, Belarus? A dream come true? Really?

It's the birthplace of Nobel
physicist Zhores Alferov!

I mean, technically, he's from Vitebsk,

but that's less than an hour from here,

and I'm a bit disappointed
that you didn't know that.

Well, no, of course I know who that is,

father of heterostructure
transistors, thank you very much.

We're all well aware of that.
I'm just a little bit preoccupied.

Our first and only other time in the field

wasn't exactly a picnic, was it?

You guys are only here to
search for Amador electronically.

You won't even need to leave the van.

- Bus to short bus.
- Go for short bus.

Next time, I'll decide what
we call ourselves, okay?

- H.Q. has requested a status update.
- What'd you tell them?

That we're tracking a potential
suspect... nothing more.

- I owe you one.
- More like three.

If Amador's here, she'll
have to contact her buyer.

Scan for cellphone transmissions,

encrypted e-mails, anomalous
broadcast signatures.

Call us if you find anything
that indicates her presence.

Maintain radio silence
unless you really need help.

Well, what exactly defines needing help?!

I can only imagine how painful
this must be for you, sir...

betrayed by someone you
trained and believed in.

- We don't have all the facts yet.
- True, but I have to assume the worst...

that Amador sold out the other
two agents on her mission.

Wonder what she got in exchange.

I don't know, but until we do,
I'm not gonna assume anything.

There's barely electricity in this town.

Can't be too hard to
find our mystery woman.

Unless she already knows we're here.

No, you're not suggesting
some sort of precognition

- or telepathy because...
- I know... it doesn't exist.

And not long ago, I would have dumped ESP

in the "aliens and portals are
for crazy people" pile. But now...

Found a server.

- Spacibo.
- Da.

- Did you locate Amador?
- What?

No, not yet. But we've found a broadcast

with some weird signal
encrypted into it.

You think Amador might be
communicating on that signal?

Maybe, but I called with an equally
pressing question for you, my S.O.

what are we supposed
to do if we have to pee?

You broke protocol because
you need a bathroom break?

It was a really, really long
drive, and everyone's nervous.

There's a container in the
bottom of the blue chest.

Bottom of the blue chest.

- Not the water bottle?
- That's the one.

Did you never learn the thing

that boy parts and girl
parts are different,

and our parts aren't penises?

Agent Coulson and I are trying
to find a dangerous criminal.

If there's nothing else pressing...

Well, listen, Fitz wants to
know if you packed any snacks.

'Cause I'm feeling a bit peckish.

Uh... hello? He... he hung up.

- Dobry den.
- Good afternoon.

I'm Agent Coulson. This is Agent Ward.

We're looking for this young woman.

Oh, she's my angel.

- Why do you say that?
- She has gift... knows things.

She told me to go to Doctor.

He found a tumor. I'm
having surgery next week.

This girl saved me.

I can't stabilize it.

There's an encrypted
local signal competing.

Mirror it over.

I have a couple of rising
tide exploits that might work.

One last thing.

Ta-da, and you're welcome.

It's very important that we talk with her.

With her gift, I'm sure
she knows you're coming.

What kind of TV show is this?

That looks a bit like our van.

What are we looking at?

Us.

Let's get out of here!

Oh, stupid tall person.

Call Coulson. Get the gun.

It's her.

Safety off.

Bang?

Sir, Amador attacked
you and your people.

Whatever regard you hold
for her isn't reciprocated.

- She just kicked us in the teeth.
- How's the team?

Rattled. No broken bones.

We're lucky she just knocked the
van over so she could get away.

Probably take awhile
for our folks to refocus.

I think I can recover the data
signature of that encrypted broadcast.

I don't understand it yet, but
that's how she was watching us.

Give me an hour. Maybe we
can start watching back.

Something's wrong.

It's the same feed that
was watching us in the van.

Uh, put it on the big monitor.

M-maybe the lens broke
when the van rammed us.

I hope she broke more than that.

It's a mirror. Are we recording this?

Uh... We are now.

Whoa.

How are we seeing this? Where's the camera?

It's her eye. She's the camera.

It switches to backscatter
when she closes her eyes.

- You're a robot. Can you do that?
- Who has tech like this?

We don't... not like this.
That's not small and internal.

That's at least a decade
ahead of anything I've seen.

Though, now that I've seen it,

I could maybe approximate
it... the backscatter x-ray,

a micro-transceiver that
somehow doesn't fry her brain,

- an internal power source...
- All miniaturized. Honestly, it's...

- That's genius.
- ...Genius.

We have to bring her in.

We have to take her out. She's a weapon.

I'll call H.Q., see if we can
bring a task force in to help us.

Our team can handle this.

I get it.

You feel responsible...
maybe you pushed her too hard.

But she tried to kill
three members of our team.

If she wanted us dead, we'd be dead.

We got lucky. You want
to risk our lives again?

You told me you were ready for
combat, that you had my back.

Don't ever doubt it.

But you are defending this
girl at the expense of the team.

Because we protect our own.

With all due respect, sir,
she's not one of our own.

Guys.

Why does she
have to ask for permission?

She's not being watched.

She's being controlled.
We have to find her.

We'll take shifts watching the feed.

Sooner or later, she'll look at something

that will clue us into her location.

I'll take the first watch.

I just wanted to give you a quick update.

She's still at the hotel,
so... and that's the update.

It's a pretty weird day, huh?

It's like we were trapped
in a van-shaped pinata.

That should never have happened.

It's okay. It wasn't nearly as terrible

as watching mom and dad fight downstairs.

That shouldn't have happened,
either. You regret coming along?

It was pretty impulsive, even for me.

I still don't know much about you...

Except for you value really old stuff.

And you value me.

First person to do that in a long time.

So I happen to believe you're
an excellent judge of character.

If you think this woman
deserves a second chance,

we should give it to her...

even though she tried to kill
me and I kind of hate her guts.

- Fitz.
- What?

- What happened? Where's May?
- Uh, I don't know.

She was watching the transmission.
Amador must be sleeping.

Play it back.

There. She got another
message... Todorov building.

Wait. Stop. Can you
get closer on that receipt?

Damn it, May.

Wake the others.

Whoever's monitoring
you, do they have audio?

No. But they'll use facial recognition

to determine you're a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

So I don't have to introduce myself.

- Did Coulson send you?
- No.

He feels sorry for you. I don't.

I'm bringing you into S.H.I.E.L.D.,

you'll get a fair trial,
and no one else gets hurt.

You have no idea, do you?

We know that you receive orders.

Then you know that once they see you,

only one of us gets to walk out
of here. They built in a fail-safe.

Either I kill you...

or they kill me.

You should have stayed in bed.

Hello, Akela.

You're safe now.

Give it a minute.

I hit you with a powerful dendrotoxin.

There's a kill switch in my eye.

Why hasn't my handler blown it yet?

As far as your handler
knows, you fought Agent May,

you both went down, then you got up

and left the building
to complete your mission.

- How?
- We hijacked your feed.

One of my Agents is
wearing a set of glasses

mimicking your implant.

Right now, it's transmitting
his point of view

as if it was yours. It even
has backscatter imaging.

- I get messages from my handler.
- We're receiving those, as well.

My agent's on his way to
the Todorov building...

completing your mission while we
disable the fail-safe in your eye.

I promise. They can't see you.

You're okay, Akela. Look at me.

How long have they been monitoring you?

Years.

Why are you doing this, Coulson?

I need to know why a prox
card is worth $30 million...

No.

Why are you doing this?
Why are you helping me?

Where's the "I told you so"?

That's not me anymore.

I'm just glad you're alive.

Vanchat would have never caught
us if I'd just done my job.

I should have listened to you...

trusted my team the way you insisted.

If I had...

they might still be alive.

- Where are we?
- Todorov building.

- I think it's research, not military.
- Looks like a prison.

We wireless yet?

Yep. Ready to detach.

Don't look at me. They
need to think you're her.

And, oh, my god, super spy is ticklish.

How did you manage to escape?

I didn't. Got caught in
a crossfire, went down.

Woke up in some half-assed triage bay,

blind in this eye.

Spent the next four years alone in a cage

- at the bottom of a copper mine.
- We looked for you.

Heard rumors you'd been
taken to ShanXi province.

When a team finally came,

I thought it was
S.H.I.E.L.D. at first, but...

Who were they?

Don't know, even to this
day, but they were organized.

They took me to a clinic.
I had multiple surgeries.

Until one day, I could
see out of both eyes again.

I was so grateful... until
I realized what they'd done.

- Somebody was watching.
- My every move.

I had no idea until they
sent the first message.

Then the assignments started.

Mostly, it was "steal this,"
"follow him," "break into there."

I just tried to ignore them.

But when I did, I'd get this pain,

- like an electric migraine.
- The fail-safe.

Polite way of putting it.

Now, when I think about my
years in the cage... I miss it.

I wish I could go back,
be alone, sleep in peace.

I know you're tired, but I need your help.

If you want information on the
prox card, you're out of luck.

You can't go on missions without intel.

It comes in pieces... a name, an address.

It would suck to live like this,
wondering if someone's watching.

Testing backscatter.

Good to go.

Remember, I can't look at
you, much less help you.

Got it. Don't count on you for help.

I'll be watching.

Come on, Akela.

You've never spoken to
or met anyone in person?

No. Only contacts are the messages

I receive from the Englishman.

The Englishman... your handler?
How do you know he's English?

The way he refers to certain things.

He uses "lift" instead of "elevator,"

- "boot" instead of "trunk."
- Think about the messages.

What else do you know about him?

He's late 30s, early 40s.
Uses dated references...

"Disk drive" instead of "flash drive,".

"Burma" instead of "Myanmar."

How's his typing?

Clumsy. Makes a lot of mistakes.

Thick fingers, maybe heavyset.

I forgot how good you are.

Sir, we're ready down here.

Fitz and Simmons
are prepped for surgery.

It should be any minute now.

Hey! Remember, you have man hands,

so don't look when you scan the card.

I know.

Ward's on-site,
so we don't have much time.

To remove her eyeball.

Yeah, ocular surgery is not
really my field of expertise.

We've got no other choice.
There's a kill switch inside Akela.

Could be a poison, could be an explosive.

Either way, if Ward's caught,
they'll kill her instantly.

Where are you going, sir?

To find out whose finger's on the trigger.

Approaching Delta 3.

Careful! Mirror.

- Don't need your help.
- Handler's definitely local.

Any idea where he's transmitting from?

Somewhere here.

Every time he sends a
message, we get closer.

Keep me updated on comm
3. I'm headed out now.

I'll track him down if you want
to stay here and oversee the op.

Thank you. This one's mine.

- And about earlier...
- Go. Find the guy.

I may need your feedback
during the operation,

which means I have to
inject a local anesthetic

into your eye rather
than putting you under.

Whatever's necessary.

Right.

Let's begin, then.

Let me.

What do they mean, "target"?

It's never good, especially for the target.

Let's hope it's a knockout and not a kill.

- You should get out of there.
- I've come this far.

I'll finish, whatever it takes.

Help...

I'm sorry.

Did you say, "help"? Because a minute ago,

you said you didn't want or need my help.

That was before they asked me
to go all Mata Hari on this guy.

- I'm just gonna knock him out.
- Ward, wait.

We may need them to get
through the next door.

Remember, it said seduce, not kill.

I don't think I'm his type.

Let me see.

Cheap haircut. 5:00 shadow.

Nope. Odds are you guys
play for the same team.

You're gonna have to bromance him.

Talk sports, Vodka, the
Victorianov secret catalog.

Be friendly, Agent Ward.
Can you be friendly?

Please don't die.

Da?

Da?

Guess not.

What now?

Are you supposed to grab one of these guys?

They just sent another message.

Coulson, he's close...
only a few blocks from you.

He's somewhere in Victory Square.

One more message should
lock in his precise location.

Figured out what I needed
the guard for... his password.

Maybe I can talk you through
a hack. Just give me a minute.

No more minutes.

Meet me on the south side
of the building, A.S.A.P.

Gotcha. Which way is South?

Stoy!

- Please tell me it's out already.
- It's mostly out.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

But Dr. Fitzy needs to step in now.

This is his area of expertise, not mine.

Fitz.

All right, then.

Most likely, both the power source

and kill switch are located
within the eye itself.

So, how to disconnect without
triggering the kill switch?

Oh. I know what to do.

Um... I
just need to clarify one thing.

- Ward.
- What?

You sound winded.

- Is this a bad time?
- Little bit.

Well, not so good for me, either,

considering I'm holding a
still-attached prosthetic eye

that could explode at any second.

Are the wires exposed or shielded?

Cut it now. Cut the wires now!

What's happening?

Oh, no problem. Ward explained the sitch.

- Coming your way.
- I don't know what that means.

Let's go.

He probably left as soon
as he threw the kill switch.

He's there, 20 meters from you.

I think I've got him.

- Excuse me, sir.
- I'm sorry, but I'm very late.

- I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D.
- Oh, god.

He was a former M.I.6 officer who
fell off the grid a few years ago.

My handler was as trapped as I was.

Which means the real
threat's still out there.

Big S.H.I.E.L.D.'s still trying to decipher

what was written on that chalkboard.

Nobody's ever seen anything like it.

Couple of people think
it might be alien...

possibly an equation.

Must be important if
it's worth $30 million.

We'll figure it out.

You'll get a fair trial.

I plan on testifying. I know people.

- You deserve a second chance.
- You already gave me one.

Doesn't matter how it plays out from here.

I'm free.

Thank you.

Good luck.

What happened to Agent
Coulson? He's different.

Well, he's loosened up a bit.

He nearly died before
the battle of New York.

- But what did they do to him?
- I'm sorry?

Never mind.

Are you still needing your you time?

There's always room for A.C.

Slide on in.

What's wrong with... "Agent
Coulson" or just "Coulson"?

Nothing, I guess. A.C.'s just way cooler.

'Cause you are... cool.

Not many people would have made that call

- to give Amador a second chance.
- I got one.

Seems only fair I extend the
same opportunity to others.

I see why you like it in here.

Yeah. It's kind of like my van.

Without all the bums trying to break in.

I don't miss that.

It's more peaceful here.

It's also cool knowing
that someone has my back...

no matter what.

Peaceful's good.

We'll be back in a moment...

I call.

- And raise 100.
- Hmm.

You know how I know I'm gonna beat you?

By losing?

You have a tell, a psychological tic
that lets me know you're bluffing.

If I watch you carefully...

If I watch you carefully...

Oh, sorry. Hang on.

You know if I do this, that not
only will I see Ward's cards,

but I'll see you without any clothes on?

I fold. You win.

Hmm.