Aftermath of the Bar Brawl

"I'm sorry, Fitz. The lead you wanted has already dissolved in the seawater." Daisy held a dry towel as she wiped her soaking-wet hair. She spoke to Fitz through thick tempered glass, supposedly to prevent parasites from spreading through the air. All air entering or leaving the room had to be filtered and heated.

Since she had recently been soaked in freezing seawater, Daisy was not wearing her usual black stretch tank top. Instead, she was wrapped tightly in a thick blanket. She looked somewhat guilty. "As for Joseph Hadad, I'm sorry, but he's already sunk into the sea."

"It's fine. One picture is enough." Fitz tapped the tablet in his hand, utterly unconcerned about Joseph Hadad's fate. Under the original quarantine procedures, he would not have been allowed access to electronic devices. However, Agent Coulson had argued his case strongly, insisting that Fitz be allowed to work even in the isolation ward. Salomon did not care, as long as the quarantine regulations were followed. Everything else was none of his concern.

"I once read a book in the Bodleian Library. If we go now, we should still be able to borrow it," Fitz said. "That Monolith has a very long history and has left many traces throughout human history. From the Germanic tribes to the Hundred Years' War, from the Napoleonic Wars and finally to England, that parchment can only prove that the Monolith originated in the Middle East. As for how it reached Europe, I have no way of speculating without any historical records to support it."

"Can you... can you at least point out which book it was, so we can find some clues?" Daisy spread her hands and shrugged. "At least wait until the bathroom is free. I need to take a hot shower before we