There's a problem

Starr glanced sharply at the screen suddenly; Skye hesitated, following his gaze.

It didn't stand out. SHIELD vehicles, cars and planes alike, were marked. One might be Coulson's, she didn't have a clue about the rest. They buzzed all over the map.

There were a few areas with more dots, yes; if she were to guess, there'd be SHIELD bases. They were no doubt what she was meant to focus on.

"Shit!" Starr said.

"Starr?" Skye said.

"Shit! We must've been followed somehow. Maybe she had trackers in her clothes, knew we should have stripped her before bringing her here."

"Wait a second-" Skye said. She was interrupted.

"Doesn't matter," Starr said. "SHIELD's on our doorstep. I don't think we'll stay hidden if they got this close. Gemi! You know what to do."

Starr grabbed the laptop from in front of Skye, unplugging it before he could react. He almost threw it to Gemi; she took it and hurried out of the room.

There was a moemntary flurry of activity. Skye barely had the time to turn around before she was alone, watching the Rising Tide team do an impressive job of packing a huge fraction of the equipment in seconds.

Not that she could blame them. If SHIELD had somehow found this place...

"Hey!" Skye said. She knocked on the locked door of her glass-walled cell, standing with one hand holding the balaclava over her pussy and her arm trying to keep the jacket closed. She knocked again with her other hand; "Hey!"

"No way we're taking you with us," Starr said. "For all we know you brought them here."

"You can't leave me here like this!" Skye said, a frantic note entering her voice.

Oh god. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be 'rescued' honestly; she had relished the chance to do a bit of hacking work again. This was her forte, working with the Rising Tide.

But she was absolutely certain she did not want SHIELD to find her after she'd been stripped naked, and all she had protecting her dignity was a loose jacket and a ski mask. Skye squirmed where she stood.

It was embarrassing enough having her ass out, even if it was only an empty cell that could see it.

Starr looked over to her. He paused for a moment.

"Take a step back," he said, looking away from his bag.

Nervous, Skye obeyed.

One side of the jacket slipped out from under her arm, flashing a glimpse of skin; she squeaked, hurriedly correcting it. Now she didn't need to knock, she could try and hold the jacket shut.

Starr approached the door. He unlocked it, but never looked away from her.

"Count of ten," he said. "We'll be away by then. Then you can do what you want. Rejoin your friends at SHIELD, or make a break for it."

Fuck. Skye nodded, knowing it was the best she was going to get.

They'd have destroyed the clothes she'd come here in, for fear of bugs, and there was no way they'd hand over more when they were rushing to leave.

If SHIELD was going to find her, they'd have to find her dressed like this. Skye squeaked, cheeks burning as she watched Starr and Gemi, and their compatriot, run.

One, two, three... Mentally she counted down, praying this was some kind of test of loyalty and they'd be back with a change of clothes.

Somehow she doubted it.

Eight, nine, ten...

Skye ran for the door of the cell; no sign of them. Nervously she still held her borrowed jacket shut with one hand, still hid her pussy behind a ski mask with her other, desperately wishing for some better cover.

And then she heard footsteps. SHIELD had found the place!

She might have been willing to go back to them, but not like this. Panicked, Skye darted for the only doorway she saw.