Skye's expertise

"You're a good hacker," Starr said. "Really damn good. Especially when it comes to SHIELD. Gemi here," he gestured to the woman, no doubt using her screenname too, "Has a friend who was taken in by SHIELD."

"Ok," Skye said slowly. "Hacking I can do. But why risk abducting me to do it?"

"Like I said, you're good," Starr said. Then, for a moment, the wariness he regarded her with turned into a lighter grin; "And Turing strats."

He'd always had weird little shorthands in their online chats. Turing though, she knew that one; Skye would have grinned back if she'd been in a less humiliating situation.

Back in World War 2, one of the ways Turing and his team had managed to break codes was to lay mines obviously in a location, or take note of weather reports or birthdays. If you knew what a message said it was a whole lot easier to decode, and it then let you crack a whole host on unrelated messages.

They'd **** her, so all the SHIELD chatter would be about her.

"O-ok," Skye said. Her cheeks still burned. "Hack into SHIELD. Sure I can manage that."

"Especially with your new connections," Starr said. His expression darkened. "They give you your own log-in?"

"It's not like that," Skye said.

"Then what is it like?" he said.

She faltered, more from the still-masked third member of the group returning. She swallowed.

Well that was the clothes she'd arrived here gone... They hadn't even let her keep her shoes.

"Can someone please at least go out and get me something to wear?" Skye said, voice a little high.

"Yes, let's leave our secret hideout when we've either **** a SHIELD agent or rescued their prisoner, to go clothes shopping" Starr said sarcastically. "No way that could go wrong."

Skye squeaked. She really wished he didn't have a point.

'Gemi' backed out of the room for a moment. She returned seconds later with a laptop under one arm, and two fold-up bits of furniture under the other.

It didn't take her long to put them down. A fold-up chair, a fold-up table, and then atop the table, a computer. Gratefully Skye sat down, crossing her legs and desperately crossing her arms over her tits.

"Ok, so, uh, you can just leave me to it," Skye said. "I'll-"

"Nice try," Starr said. "We don't trust you; you've spent a lot of time on the wrong side of the fence. If you think we're going to leave you alone for a second, let alone leave you alone with a networked computer, you've got another thing coming."

Skye squealed slightly, then swallowed to try and quiet herself. Oh god, he couldn't be serious.

"Seriously?!" she said. "You pick me up in a van, strip me, and now you're promising to stare at me? If you want my help, that's not-"

"If you'd rather just be a hostage, say the word," Starr said. "Best I can tell there's a fifty-fifty chance they'll value your life."

Skye whimpered; the trio never took their eyes off her. She squirmed, bare body wriggling against the chair.

Oh god, she didn't even want to think about typing. If she wanted to have any kind of speed she'd need both hands, which meant no hiding her tits. She didn't want to just show them everything!

"So what'll it be?" Starr said.