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- It's coming!
- Get ready!

Go, man, go!

Get it. Kill it!
Shoot anything that moves.

Help.

He... He got me.

He'll kill us all.

Give me that damn thing.

Get back!

Shoot it! Shoot it now!

No! No! No!

No!

No! No! No!

No! No, please!

No!

You need to sacrifice everything
if you want to survive.

Hmm.

That's funny.
'Cause I thought I would just...

Mm.

Yeah,
that's one way to go.

You want a beer?

It's 6:00 in the morning.
What are you, Hemingway?

No. Is that real?

- When did we cross the North Pole?
- An hour ago.

Oh, my gosh. It's hard to keep track
in this thing.

We shouldn't have to stay on clock
when moving through time zones.

I mean, what is that?
Three continents in two days?

If you count Berlin,
we were only there three hours.

Yeah, we knew
that Inhuman call was a hoax

as soon as we stepped foot
in that apartment.

- Saw that bong.
- I could smell it from the hallway.

Jokers, hungry for attention.

And potato chips.
If the munchies was a superpower,

they'd be signing
the Sokovia Accords as we speak.

- You should let me work on Lola.
- I warned you.

- Everything in Lola is custom...
- Yeah, everything is custom.

But it would be something to do.

There's only so many times
a guy can win cash off you, sir.

You got to stop calling me that.

- We're being called back to HQ.
- They say why?

We're not due for restock
for another ten days.

No idea, they said it's classified.

Oh, everything is, nowadays.

All right.
We'll need full inventory.

Medical, provisions, fuel cells,

and make sure you tell the crew
they'll need to call ahead

if they want off
our next deployment.

Agent Thomson, Agent James...

- Wonder what that's about.
- I don't know.

It'll be good to see Fitz
and Simmons.

- And May.
- Yeah.

I think you look forward to that
more than I do.

What was his mistake?

You know I'm not gonna talk.

He didn't anticipate your back kick,
opened himself up.

His mistake was he tapped out.

Piper.

Okay, people!

What, you've never seen
the biggest plane ever built before?

Next pairing! On the mat!

- How long has it been?
- Six weeks in the air.

Only the Quinjet touched down.

- Is that a record for Zephyr One?
- It is.

It was supposed to be even longer.

- You know who called us in?
- I do.

You?
Okay, now I know something's up.

I got word from contacts
in law enforcement, Los Angeles.

Two civilians were violently killed.

"Mysterious burns, heads bashed in,
spine pulled out of his..."

Many conflicting accounts
but all agree, it was odd.

"Odd?" Isn't that our wheelhouse?

Oh, he's right. Why call us in?

We could be headed
to the scene right now

to confirm the presence
of an enhanced person,

- if there is one.
- If it checks out, we bag and tag.

We'll handle these on the fly.

Didn't exactly
wanna send this out on the wire.

May, you're not sharing again.

Now would be a really good time
to share.

The police also have another victim
in custody.

Critical condition.

Under sedation,
he mentioned seeing a girl,

saying it was the one from the news.

Quake.

Which you didn't want to send
over the wire.

You were pulled off Daisy's case.

The Director thinks she slipped
through our fingers too many times.

The Director thinks you let her.

No, we pursued her.
She was a ghost.

Well, in his infinite wisdom,
he says you're now forbidden to.

But you're telling us this
because...

In case we want to do something
about it.

Look, I can bury this

until the official police report
comes through.

It'll buy us a few hours
of lead time.

- Get to L.A., sniff around.
- Yeah.

We have an active Inhuman asset
in Los Angeles

that's due for a check-in
soon enough.

That'll justify our presence there,

but soon as the report's filed,
they'll pull us out.

And the armed forces
will be sent in after her.

With orders to kill.

To kill?

If she's responsible
for these bodies.

- That's not Daisy's MO.
- The world knows her as Quake

and Quake is an outlaw
who takes down banks and bridges.

- Oh, come on, we both know...
- She's hunting...

- ...she's tracking these fanatics.
- ...violent radicals.

The Watchdogs, trying to take down
their funding, their escape routes.

Regardless, you should fuel up
and get back up in the air. ASAP.

Find her before the military
does something bad.

Or Daisy does something worse.

Hey! Hey, stop right there.

How are we feeling today?

I've been tracking weapon sales
and I know you were hired to steal one.

You even jacked a big rig
to help carry it out.

We were just paid
for a smash-and-grab job.

Who was that hunting you?

Open the door!

He nailed me
but we almost got away.

Who was it?

- Did he kill my friends?
- All but one.

But you're gonna give me a little bit more
if I'm gonna find him alive.

Save him, please.

Before he gets burned, too.

You'll see your buddy again
once you heal up.

- Just tell me what's...
- No. No.

It's too late for me.

They say when the Rider burns you,
he burns your soul...

...and a soul can never heal.

Stop right there!

Hello?

Hello?

I hear my voice echo
but it sounds strange in my head.

The detail is amazing.

However,
I am three feet off the ground.

Wait, what? Hold on. Damn it.

Uh... Well, I did adjust
the Y-axis earlier for some reason.

What does that look like now?

Better.

The CPU seems to be handling
the high poly-count.

Textures are impeccable.

We should build a place to get away.

A meadow or a cottage somewhere.

I wish it were ever this quiet.

Direct current stimulation.

Creates the other senses like touch
and taste but also takes feedback.

So, I've just mapped
your brain's response...

Response to the environment.
Of course.

Dr Radcliffe came up
with the architecture?

Yeah, yeah.
He calls it "The Framework."

But all the transcranial apparatus,
that's all me.

No, of course, you're brilliant too.
Of course.

Yeah, because soon, you won't even
need the eye-wear or the ear-wear,

because it'll all be inside
your head.

So, May's strike team
will be able to train virtually,

instead of May constantly breaking
their ribs.

Hey, hey, hey.
Authorised personnel only, pal.

No pass, no entry.

- Who the hell are you?
- Leave them be, Nathanson.

They have more reason to be here
than you do.

Lot of new faces.

Good to see yours.

Six weeks. That's a record.

- Heard you got a promotion.
- Oh, yeah, and a title.

Special Advisor to the Director
in Science and Technology.

Or SADIST.

- They keeping you busy?
- With busy work, mostly.

Yeah, and random state-of-the-art
lie detector tests.

So, that's the cost of being
in the Director's inner circle.

Yeah, he's paranoid
about what happened

the last time S.H.I.E.L.D.
was government-run.

Calls it his Widespread Infiltration
Monitoring Program.

Or, WIMP.

Hey, you should join us
because we're gonna go to Radcliffe's

and watch the Aberdeen-Inverness
Caley Thistle League Cup final.

Those are football teams.

Not sure they are, turbo.

Unfortunately, we have
to be wheels up in ten minutes, so...

Okay, all right.
Well, it's strictly business then.

Oh, yeah! New toys.

The exploding pen
that you asked for.

I can't imagine the use for that.

Oh, you never wanted one?

And for you, Direct...

Agent Coulson.

With new bells and whistles.

And the directions will be there
when you boot it up.

What's the assignment?

It's classified.

Right, everything is these days.

Fitz, sadly, I'm...

Yeah, you can't make
the match either.

I have to finish my reports.

I know, I get it. That's okay.

It's just shame hardly get
to see each other.

Any of us.

Yes, well.

At least it's better
than the friends we'll never see again.

We just stole a box.
I don't even know what was inside of it.

I mean, we loaded it on an 18-wheeler,

we parked it in the warehouse
and we just left it.

- Left it for who?
- The Chinatown crew.

They set the job up
and were willing to pay big.

Lies. Aryan Brotherhood working
with the Chinese...

I swear! I swear, that's all I know.

Where's this warehouse?

I... I can't tell you that, man.

I'd be looking to be mowed down
in the payback.

Ones you didn't already kill.

If you don't tell me,
you'll have to tell him.

This guy's missing,
the rest are dead.

Aryan Brotherhood.

They're not my kind of brothers.

They've been known to work
for cash, burglary, assault,

sort of the value meal
of hired guns.

They're suspected
in the recent theft of this big rig,

probably prepping
for a larger score.

A big, yellow, hard-to-hide,

so, what are we looking
for this thing?

And if Daisy's chasing
the same angle,

maybe we get
to the finish line first.

I'll greet her when she arrives.

- Agent Coulson.
- Davis.

Preparing for descent.

Inhuman asset will be waiting
on the tarmac.

What?

How's your wife, Davis?

Getting bigger every day.

Oh, don't tell her that.

More beautiful every day.

There you go.

Mack.

Yo-Yo.

I just have a few questions.

- I'm all yours.
- Okay.

Uh... So, I see you went to Colombia
for a week?

Mm-hm.

- And tickets to Miami coming up?
- Yes.

Do you watch me sleep,
or shower, or...?

Just procedure.

You don't have to use a satellite
to get to know me better.

Just ask me to dinner again.

You know the rules about fraternising
with assets in the field.

Oh, we haven't fraternised
anything yet...

and I thought
you were breaking the rules

coming to do my check-up early
just to see me.

Or are you here because...
there's been a lot

of little earthquakes lately?

Daisy could be in the area.

But, officially,
that's not the mission.

It doesn't matter.

We'll never find her.
She's always one step ahead.

What is the official mission?
Can I help?

Well, here's
where I have to remind you,

"By the Sokovia Accords
that you signed..."

"...require approval
by the United Nations sub-committee"

- "for an enhanced individual..."
- Rules. Rules. Rules.

Blah, blah, blah.

S.H.I.E.L.D. moves too slow now,
Turtleman.

I prefer to move fast.

Uh...

Mack, they found the truck.

Good to see you too, Coulson.

Well, if you're in Miami,
look me up.

Just because we can't work together,
doesn't mean we can't live a little.

Hey, just in time.
They've just taken to the pitch.

Where's Jemma?
Is she not coming?

Yeah, she wanted to. Same story.

All work and no play, huh?

That's a bit disappointing.

So, make yourself comfortable.
I'm just finishing cleaning up.

Yeah, should be pretty lopsided,
don't you think?

Their keeper's absolutely crap!
Oh, my gosh. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, I had no idea
there was somebody here.

Hello.

You weren't meant to see that.

Hello, I'm glad to final...

Hello, I'm glad to final...

Fitz, meet Aida.

- Hello, I'm glad to final...
- She's crashed.

Hello, I'm glad to final...

Hello, I'm glad to final...

Hello, I'm glad to final...

Hello, I'm glad to final...

Hello, I'm glad to final...

What the hell?

Well, I've just upped her PSU
to compensate for image processing.

Must have over-cranked it on reboot.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
That's not what I meant.

I meant...

What the hell?

Wait, you've already met Aida.

Digital personal assistant
as a voice on the computer.

So...

- I built her a body.
- Yeah, a naked body.

I was just now
installing new hardware,

updating her gyroscopic sensors.

I'm not some sicko.

When did you build this?

Have you forgotten
the very strict stipulations

that came with your pardon?

You are not allowed experimentation
without approval and oversight...

Oversight, I know.
I'm well aware of that. Yeah.

That's why I wanted Simmons here.
I wanted to show both of you.

Look, this has been a lifelong dream
of mine, Fitz.

When I saw the work you
and Simmons were doing

in replicating human tissue
and internal bone structure

in Coulson's hand, I knew.

I knew right then
that this was within reach.

- A robot?
- Not just a robot.

It's one that can cross
the uncanny valley

and come out the other side.
Pass for human.

I mean,
it has bloody micro-expressions...

"She?"

It's an... It's definitely a she,
because I saw...

She has micro-expressions,
full range of motion.

I mean, physically, it's...
she's nearly perfect.

She is...

very realistic.

And mentally well.

You've spoken with Aida.
She's bright.

She laughs at the jokes,
I've programmed her to recognise,

but she's never going to pass
the Turing test.

At the moment,
that's a pipe dream.

However, I think, with your help...

No, no, no, no, no.
We have to report this right away.

You could lose everything.

- I know, I know.
- Or you could go to jail.

I know! I know. You're right.

Full disclosure at this time,
it's the best course of action.

I... I agree.

Hm.

At least let me show you
how it works.

They're in town.

I suppose you guessed that.
Texting me.

They're looking for a truck.

That mean you have something for me?

They watch my every move,
but certain moves they can't see.

Can't get these over the counter.

S.H.I.E.L.D. issue
for rapid bone-healing, yes?

I know you splintered your bones
when you first powered up.

- You're pushing yourself too hard.
- Don't worry about me.

You can't use your powers too much.

- Your body will break down.
- I'm fine.

I'm surprised you're still in town.
You're usually moving and moving.

Are you still hunting
those perro rabiosos?

It's not just the Watchdogs now.

Local gangs have been working
for them, which I don't understand.

I was tracing the sale
of a weapon and I...

I think I may have stumbled
upon a serial killer.

Ooh, fun.

He live around here?

He mostly hits this area
but he's hard to track down,

leaves no traces behind,
operates alone.

Sound familiar?

I thought maybe you
were growing roots, Daisy.

L.A. used to be where you hang out,
no?

No roots.

Everyone gets attached
to something eventually.

Don't forget to wait two stops
after I get out off.

Yeah, yeah, hey.

Send me a picture of this guy.

Maybe I can cover some ground
and I know how he looks like.

No, I still haven't got
a good look at him yet,

so just take care of yourself, okay?

But thank you
for the S.H.I.E.L.D. intel.

They won't give up on you.

Especially Coulson.
All he wants is to find you.

Well, that's too bad,
because there's only one thing I want.

- Oh, yeah? What's that?
- Nothing to lose.

Here's the mapping-action
eye-wear you requested.

Should help your team in case
of a blind take down.

Great. Thanks.

I need you to sign for it.

I don't get the new colour-coded
security level rainbow of...

- What's it called?
- The Spectrum of Security.

Why do I, Level Red,
have to go through you,

Level Orange, to request hardware?
Shouldn't Red be higher than Orange?

Well, Orange encompasses
both Red and Yellow, so...

It's hard to explain, but the Director
didn't want to use numbers,

because he didn't want
any team member to feel less than.

But you do have
a higher clearance than me.

Only in most instances.

I feel less than.

Hey, we just had a report come in.

A death in a hospital
in Los Angeles.

Suspicious circumstances.
Suspect is an Asian female.

- You think it might be Daisy.
- I'm going to look into it.

I just wondered
if you'd heard anything

from your law enforcement contacts.

I'm mostly in the dark these days.

Why don't you ask the Director?

Since you're one of the few people
allowed or willing to do that.

What you got there?

You didn't hear?

The word
is he hit again last night.

Two dead in the street.

- Who?
- The Ghost Rider.

You must not be from around here.

Do you know where I can find him?

Nobody does.

Everybody that sees his face
ends up on this wall.

Everyone gets attached to something.

You got to get
this truck out of here.

Uh-oh. What the hell?

What are you? The Feds?

Something like that.
We'll be sealing the scene.

Not for long I hope.

I'm just gonna have this guy tow
this thing away,

so me and my crew
can get back to work.

We got this.

This warehouse usually sits empty.

We were going to store
some inventory today.

Found the lock broken
and this big hunk of thing inside.

- Have at it.
- Thank you.

Not fair.

You want tech like this?

You should've cut off your own hand.

Mack.

Okay.

Looks like these guys
tore each other apart.

"Xan-Wei,
resident of Monterey Park."

Organ donor.

Said anything about him
being a flesh-hungry rage monster?

No, I'm not seeing anything
about that here,

so we have to assume
that he wasn't

until he came in contact
with whatever's in that trailer.

Not much here
that'll lead us anywhere.

Well, there's that.

There's no buyer there.

No! No! No, please! God, no!

No! I don't deserve to die!

- No! No!
- Everyone says that.

No! No!

Yeah, those Chargers
are hard to find.

Between our Fast and Furious
and Dukes of Hazzard,

they wrecked a lot of them.

My boyfriend wrecked
his in a street race.

He's pretty broken up.

I guess he was more attached
to it than I thought.

I ain't seen none
around here though.

- Sorry.
- All right. Thanks, man.

Hey, most of them
wrecked movie cars,

they're dumped
at Almontie Junk and Salvage.

If your boyfriend
wants to fix his ride up,

he might want to go over there,
find scraps.

Thanks, maybe he'll go there.

Daisy's in Los Angeles.

There was an eyewitness, now dead.

And I just received Yo-Yo's check-in
report a week early,

which means Coulson
and Mack are there, too,

no doubt,
trying to track Daisy down.

- Sounds right.
- You know it is,

because according to the logs,

you called Coulson back to HQ
for resupply yourself.

Why, if not to give him
that intel in person,

knowing it's against
the Director's order?

I didn't send them,
I don't have the authority.

They acted on their own.

You knew I'd find out.

Why not tell me?
I have daily lie detection.

- That's why.
- And now, I have to report it,

which means, now,
I either look like I'm incompetent

or colluding with you.

I wouldn't want you falling out
of favour with the Director.

Okay, I get it.
It's abundantly clear

you're uncomfortable
with my new posi...

I just want to know
how comfortable you are with it.

You actually trust this guy?

Our team split up
to lead departments,

given different colours.
Because we're experts? No.

I think the Director broke up
the band on purpose.

Of course, he did!

As soon as Talbot gave the locations

of this base to the president,
things changed.

I knew we'd be divided, undermined,
kept in the dark.

So, I have been clawing for as much power
as I can possibly grab

to keep a modicum
of control over any of this.

After all we've been through.

I don't trust the new Director
but he trusts me.

So now, in order to keep that trust,

I must take the appropriate action
to address this break in protocol.

I'm sending you
and your strike team

to take Coulson and Mack out
of the field, by force if necessary.

Clean up whatever mess he's in.

That's an order.

Yes, ma'am.

Place them at the four corners,
the exterior of the building.

That will give us visuals
through the walls.

This could be very dangerous.

So much could go wrong.

Ultron. Yes, I know.

But this is not AI.

AI is banned and that's good.

This is mimicry of human behaviour.

Still, in the wrong hands.

This could be used as a weapon.
Is that the idea?

No, absolutely not.
No, look. I know the dangers.

That's why I've been...
reticent to divulge.

I don't know these new people
at S.H.I.E.L.D....

but a weapon
is absolutely not the idea.

Well, then why? What's she for?

Why not let Aida tell you herself.

Hello.

I'm glad to finally shake your hand,
Leopold.

Where's Jemma?
We were hoping that she would come.

She's... indisposed, I'm afraid.

Aida.

- I was wondering...
- Yes, Agent Fitz?

I was wondering
if you could tell me...

exactly what it is you are designed for?

Of course.

Dr Radcliffe, time and again,

has expressed
his deep regret for causing pain,

when all he ever wanted
was to prevent it.

He speaks often of the pain

that you and Agent Simmons
have had to suffer,

having lost so many friends.

Lincoln Campbell, Andrew Garner,
Antoine Triplett...

Okay, stop it. Stop.
You don't have to list them.

Sorry.

The hope is that I will be able
to prevent future tragedies.

Save the lives of agents

by putting myself
in harm's way, in their place.

- To kill?
- No.

I am incapable of that.

I will protect.

I will serve as a decoy target.

A safeguard.

A shield.

Okay. Turn her off.

We can't tell Simmons about this.

What?

Don't we want to move forward?
Her approval is...

No, it's too dangerous
to show the new director.

We don't know what he'd do with her.

And she would have to tell him,
so...

She can't know.

- Not until...
- Until?

Until she's perfect.

They're walking in now.

Six really convivial-looking
fellows.

At least four of them are packing.

We should be tapped
into surveillance now.

Let's see what we get.

Where are the other two men?

We had to leave them
at the pickup site.

Explain.

Those guys were transferring the box
to the armoured transport.

Maybe they peeked inside
or something,

but they went berserk
and tore into each other.

There's blood everywhere.

We put two bullets in each of them
and locked them in the truck.

No, no.
Look, we were freaking out!

We had to get out of there!

Did you burn the bodies or dump
the truck in the ocean?

Because if not,
they can be traced back here.

They probably saw
what was in this box.

And were fighting over it,
you idiot!

I've been told,
it's powerful enough

to bring our new enhanced enemies
to their knees.

We get on comms
and call the Zephyr for backup.

Headquarters will know
we're on Daisy's trail.

And they'll order us to pull out.

She's been tracking this sale,
she could show up here any minute.

- I don't know.
- Let's let this play out.

See if anyone else
makes an appearance.

Excuse me?

Uh... Yard's closing.

To sell a junker, you can call
the number on the gate.

Oh, no, I'm not here for that. I...

- Sorry. What's your name?
- Robbie.

Well, Robbie, I am looking for a guy
with a sweet, black '69 charger.

Maybe he bought some parts here.

Sorry, doesn't ring a bell.

I only work nights, once a week.

Uh. Well, maybe I'll come back
in the morning. Thank you.

Or...

there's a book of sales you can flip
through in the main office.

Not really an office.
More of a trailer...

but I can show you.

That would be great. Thank you.

- The hell?
- What was that?

A breath of fresh air.

Get away from me!

That's it there.

- So, you live around here?
- No, I used to.

I'm just in town for a couple of days,
soaking up the sun.

Strange place
to spend your vacation.

Not a great neighbourhood.

So, you've got
the devil inside you, too?

What's going on, guys?

Call for backup, yeah?
We can't wait for Daisy.

These guys might kill somebody
besides each other.

Yeah, us.

Z1, we got a situation.
We need a little help here.

That was efficient.

You guys know what to do.

Damn.

All clear.

You shouldn't have gotten involved.

Serial killers always complain
when you try to intervene.

I only kill asesinos who deserve it.

It's vengeance, chica.

For what?
You killed a detective.

Well, he had blood on his hands.

A teacher.

A paedophile.

You don't get to decide
who deserves to die.

I'm not the one who decides.

Do it.

I deserve it.

Do it.

Hey.

Thanks for the ride, Janet.

Never accept rides.

Bus break down?

Or you still trying to holler
at Janet's little sister?

Maybe.

I only needed a ride
to help Canelo balance the books,

because my brother
didn't finish high school.

Yo, I finished high school...
in the 11th grade.

Everyone's attached to something.

Spend a lot of time in here?

Too much. My wallet's starting
to get sick of it.

Your little side mission
didn't go unnoticed.

Well, you showed up, so, yeah.

The Director will want to have words
with you at HQ.

- No Daisy, huh?
- No.

But she was tracking these guys,
so maybe this is a win.

I don't know.

The ground team is checking
for contagion.

But hopefully, whatever messed
with these guys' heads

is no longer an issue.

We're going to analyse
the box it came in.

It's good.
To have a moment, just us.

It's been a long time
since we had a moment alone.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Just long day.

Well, take advantage
of the downtime.

Who knows what tomorrow holds.