After the smoke cleared, all the soldiers lay motionless in pools of blood. Only Bangalore, clad in alloy gear, remained standing there, slowly retracting his bloodstained wrist blade. "Hmph. Kill confirmed."
"Skye, how did you meet this... friend?" The battle was over, but Bangalore's style as an efficient killing machine had deeply shaken Melinda and filled her with vigilance. What intrigued her most, however, was how this Black Badge Division agent had gotten involved with Skye.
"He came to me himself..." Skye tilted her head. After finding out where Coulson was being held, she had immediately driven here without stopping, completely failing to notice that she had picked up a rather special passenger.
Not long after the car left the city, Bangalore, who had been lurking in the back seat under stealth mode for quite some time, suddenly appeared. Skye had screamed in fright and nearly yanked the wheel hard enough to drive the car into a ditch.
Fortunately, Bangalore immediately identified himself and explained his intentions, preventing things from escalating further, though Skye already had her gun in hand by then.
"That's how it happened," Bangalore said in a hoarse voice that made it impossible to tell whether he was male or female. Then he continued with an amused tone, "Besides, if I hadn't helped this little idiot, she'd definitely be dead. I don't want to comment too much on how S.H.I.E.L.D. trains its rookies, but couldn't you at least teach her how to disengage a pistol's safety properly?"
Ward rolled his eyes helplessly. He knew Skye's old problem must have acted up again. When he taught her to shoot, he had discovered that she seemed to have a passive setting: she could always turn disengaging the safety into ejecting the magazine. She had worked hard to overcome it