Big boy, this is little boy.
How'd things go down at the chicken coop?
Weigh station inspector needs to learn
some adult words and a bit of hygiene,
but he waved us through.
The cargo is secure.
Looks like a clean shot from here.
Roger that. Little girl will take point on your front door.
See you at the drop stop, Mack. I'm clear.
Son of a bitch.
You see that?
Little girl is down. Escort Two is down.
I know, Sherlock! What the hell hit us?
We need to go to alt two, alt two.
Nothing over our shoulder. Back door is clear.
Protect the cargo at all costs.
S.H.I.E.L.D. region C.T., this is Agent Mack.
We are under attack from an unseen I-don't-know-what.
Agent Mack, advise nature of threat. Over.
What in the holy name of...
S.H.I.E.L.D. region C.T...
Oh, hell, I can't explain.
Oh, no!
Agent Mack, come in.
Are you there, Agent Mack?
Are we there yet?
You know you're late.
I'm tired. From the morning's workout.
I thought I was joining S.H.I.E.L.D., not 24-Hour Fitness.
It's called relative strength training. Starting with the basics.
And next time, you do 15 pushups for every minute you're late.
Fine, Mister Fun-Machine. Better than pull-ups.
I don't ever wanna do another pull-up again.
You find yourself hanging off the edge of a building 20 stories up,
you're gonna wanna do at least one.
Stand here. Jab, cross. Like this.
Ten minutes.
You know the hardest part about boxing?
Getting punched in the face?
Keeping your hands up.
Why do I even have to do this?
I'm sure Fitz-Simmons' supervising officer
didn't make them do this muscle stuff.
You said you wanted to be a field agent like Coulson.
Well, if you'd like to switch disciplines...
Hey, Simmons, what did your S.O.
give you guys for morning drills?
Oh, atomistic attribute drills.
Yeah, we'd name the mechanical, chemical, thermal...
Electrical properties of materials...
Okay, okay, they made your point.
There will come a moment when you have to commit to this, or bail.
Every field agent has a defining moment. Ask Coulson.
When you have to make the hard call.
To either dedicate yourself to this,
or to curl up in a ball and run.
How can you run if you're curled up in a ball?
It's my job as your S.O. to make sure you don't die before then.
Come on.
So what was yours, Agent Ward?
Ten minutes.
Your defining moment.
Come on, tell me. I wanna know.
I could get Coulson to give you some of that truth serum.
You could spill your little heart out to me again.
You mean my Level 1 overshare that miraculously got you to cooperate?
I hate to tell you this, rookie,
but we don't have a truth serum.
Changing course. Briefing in three.
Ah. Looks like we're on the move.
S.H.I.E.L.D. 616 with new orders,
set for Colorado airfield, north.
A few minutes ago a S.H.I.E.L.D. transport was attacked
while carrying a priority red protected asset,
off Route 76 near Sterling.
Priority red?
The asset was Canadian physicist
Dr. Franklin Hall, known for his work...
- Oh, no, not Frank. -Doctor Hall?
He was our chemical kinetics advisor our second year.
Yeah, he's so enthusiastic about science, we just adored him.
We can rescue him, can't we?
He's one of ours. We're gonna try.
And the attackers?
Invisible.
Wait, invisible? Cool.
But terrible.
Doctor Hall was an asset?
One of a few select scientists
S.H.I.E.L.D. has been protecting.
People our enemies would love to get their hands on.
We keep them hidden, keep them on the move.
Which is why Fitz and I were so lucky to have him.
We don't have him anymore.
And what does priority red mean?
It means security should've been...
heavy.
It was pretty damn scary. And I don't spook easily, boss.
Nothing in the air? From above?
And nothing over our shoulder.
But what's scary is, they knew our route.
They were waiting for us.
Are you saying they were working
with somebody inside S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Sorry to say, it had to be.
Fitz, what am I seeing here?
Well, I'm not wearing the full-spectrum goggles I designed,
so, no clue.
Let me have a look.
No, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Don't move. Wait a second.
What the hell?
I think the eiectro-static field scanner activated some... thing.
Okay. Can we deactivate it? Now?
- You have to increase the density! -I tried, Fitz!
Fitz!
Whoa!
That did all this.
What is that?
Something big.
Either someone cracked our comm system,
or Doctor Hall's movements leaked from inside S.H.I.E.L.D.
You really think we have a mole?
I think you should go through the communication logs. Rule it out.
We'll work the tractor tread that we found on the scene.
I can do that. Instead of pull-ups.
I can upload the image of the tread pattern
and check to see if there's any...
Already done.
Matched it to a 2010 model.
Found a list of purchasers within 500-mile radius,
narrowed down to those with priors, financial troubles,
or a propensity for risk-taking.
Three suspects.
Who may have sold their construction
equipment to the kidnappers. We'll ask.
Hey. So, Ward said a funny thing.
He said that you guys don't have a truth serum.
Did he? Ward said that?
- Yeah. -interesting.
Yeah. Hey, wait, but... I...
Hey.
Do you want me to bench press this?
Read it.
Every communication out of HQ since
they decided to transfer Doctor Hall.
Hang in there, Doc. It's gonna be a while.
Excuse me.
The hell are you?
A concerned citizen,
who happens to be a member of a giant bureaucratic organization
that's tracking your every move.
I haven't done anything wrong.
Of course not.
But you sold your excavator to some people who did.
And you're hiding out here until things cool down because you know it.
I just wanna know who paid you.
They paid me enough not to answer any questions like that.
Feels like the Old West.
They gave me money for my equipment, that's all.
I never saw a face and I never heard a name.
And how did you receive this money? They write you a check?
Paid you in gold?
Now it really feels like the Old West.
It looks like this because it's a dore bar.
It means it was made at the mine rather than in a refinery.
It's only about 92% pure. The cowboy got cheated a bit.
Can you determine the mine based on the impurities?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. We've done that already.
It's from the Dacey Mine in Tanzania.
- Hmm. -Which is owned by...
Quinn Worldwide.
I'm sure you studied the CEO in your chemical engineering classes,
or saw him on the cover of Forbes. Ian Quinn.
We can't just pluck it from the ground like a potato.
It needs to be extracted from the ore and enriched. I know.
You know, tell him this investment
paid for that ridiculous yacht of his,
and that he'll thank me at the shareholders' meeting.
Why is he tied up?
Quinn.
Does he look like a threat?
I'm sorry about these guys.
Welcome to Malta, Frank.
You know, it's one thing to steal
my ideas, Ian, but stealing me?
First of all, I never stole your ideas.
We've always agreed information should be free.
It's amazing how much money you made off free information.
And secondly, think of this as a rescue mission, Frank.
In fact, in a moment I think you'll be thanking me.
My staff intercepted a communication
about the movement of a certain asset,
and then when I deduced that asset was you,
I couldn't pass up on the opportunity.
It's a little out of my comfort zone, sure.
Malta.
You're not stupid. S.H.I.E.L.D. can't come after you here.
Not just S.H.I.E.L.D.
I am now a naturalized citizen of this fair country.
Stunning beaches, beautiful tax laws,
and a deep-seated hatred of outside forces telling them what to do.
Sounds like your dating profile.
Right. I moved my entire operation down here.
Bought the old prime minister's estate.
It's not really my style,
but they had this huge underground facility, so I figured, hey.
Always been a stubborn bastard.
And now you've finally found a place
where the watchdogs can't touch you.
Not without breaking international law.
Ah! But more importantly, old friend, they can't touch you.
Recognize the design?
We were barely old enough to drink
when you sketched the blueprint.
That's just a miniature prototype.
A theoretical machine powered by a theoretical substance.
Frank, you were right.
You found it?
Gravitonium.
It's an extremely rare,
high-atomic numbered element...
...that powers the device.
So extremely rare that most people didn't believe it existed,
much less the theory that an isolated positive charge...
Yeah, would turn the flow from isotropic...
Guys? High school dropout here.
How does the device work again?
Well, gravitonium distorts gravity fields within itself,
causing an undulating, amorphous shape.
Which causes these, um, wiggly bits here.
But when an electric current is applied,
the gravitonium solidifies.
And those gravity fields erupt,
randomly changing the rules of gravity around it.
Well, so, now you can imagine what would happen to a big rig
at 100 kilometers per hour.
Or you... Well, you could just remember,
'cause we saw it already, didn't we?
Yeah, and guess which genius
published every theory about gravitonium, and possible applications?
Years ago.
- Doctor Franklin Hall. - Correct.
And Dr. Hall attended the University of Cambridge
at the same time as Ian Quinn.
Coulson may be off on this.
Quinn is a notoriously good guy.
His charity endowment's something like $8 billion.
Yes. With money made from leeching the Earth of its resources.
Looks like he's dug up another.
Twenty years, 12 mines, six continents.
But, yes, I finally found it.
And now, we get to play with it.
Do you remember, in all our talks on Orchard Street,
the part where it's very, very dangerous?
Everything powerful is dangerous.
But I'm not gonna convince you with more talk.
Talk of 50% shares, talk of Nobel Prizes. No, not you.
You will just have to see it.
I built the full-size generator,
but I need you to tell me how to control the gravity fields.
You can complete your life's work.
I plan to do this with or without you, but I know you.
I know you'd want it done right.
Now's the moment when you thank me.
The man's a prisoner, and it's up to us to get him out.
We've checked the specs.
There's no way into Quinn's compound
without a large S.H.I.E.L.D. strike force.
Or a man inside.
He's got neodymium laser fencing surrounding the property.
They'll never allow a strike force into Malta.
Plus, this weekend Quinn Worldwide's
got its annual shareholders' gathering.
We'd risk global outrage. But...
if we go in alone...
S.H.I.E.L.D. can disavow us, claim ignorance.
Without a man inside, it's impossible.
Unless you're immune to pulse laser emissions.
If we had a monkey we could get in.
Oh, Fitz!
If we had a small monkey, he could slip through the sensors
and disable the fence's power source
with his adorable little hands.
I could go in.
Drop me in the hills outside of Valletta.
I'll spend a few weeks establishing a cover, gathering intel...
Hall doesn't have a few weeks.
And to restate, any agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
caught on Maltese soil can be shot to death with bullets.
- Yeah. -Legally.
Not me. I could go in.
Skye, this is serious.
Wait.
What are you saying?
Well, I'm not an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.,
so I can go in without breaking all these stupid rules.
International laws.
This isn't something the Rising Tide can hack, Skye.
Did you hear the deadly lasers part? Without a brave monkey...
You said you could go in with a man inside.
And you wanna be that man?
Fitz-Simmons love the guy, and he needs help.
They could be torturing him. Or worse,
making him do strength training.
But you don't have the background,
or clearance, or experience with any of this.
I know.
But I've got an invitation.
Well, technically it's an e-vite.
I understand your concern, but we don't have a lot of options.
Hey, I'm impressed.
She just wrangled an invitation on her phone
using insider back channel voodoo. In minutes.
But sending her in with no training, you're taking a huge risk.
I know Director Fury felt he owed you
after you sacrificed yourself...
And my card collection.
He gave you some autonomy. But Skye on a covert op?
Are you worried about her safety or her loyalty?
Both. The Rising Tide is the reason she got an invite.
Who knows how many protocols she violated.
That's her job. Ignore protocol,
find connections and back doors that nobody else can see.
Something else is bothering you.
She's holding back, sir.
She says she wants to be an agent, but she won't commit.
She doesn't listen, makes jokes.
Were you hard on her?
Sure. I tried playing nice, too.
I need a new strategy.
Try no strategy.
Stop thinking like an operative, start thinking like a person.
Maybe Skye will let that person help her.
Help her what?
Help her think like an operative.
Now, again, slowly, what's first?
And then?
Then things are moving too quickly.
I'm a proper Southern girl. You'll make me untidy.
Twist the thumb, palm the barrel.
Ow.
You're gonna die and leave us hanging out to dry, you know that?
You're going in with no self-defense skills...
I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
You need muscle memory, fundamentals,
the tools to turn yourself...
Into a whole bag of tools?
How did you learn computer science
without committing yourself to it?
C.S. comes naturally to me.
I'm sorry I'm not naturally whatever you are.
You think this came naturally?
I had a brother who beat the crap out of me.
Me and my little brother.
For nothing. For eating a piece of his birthday cake.
I had to learn to protect us, the way I am trying to protect you.
That was my moment.
You asked.
Sorry. Didn't mean to push.
But I did manage to take this.
Getting the gun is one thing.
Pulling the trigger, that is another.
Now, again, slowly. What's first?
Skye will walk in the front door.
The only external access point to Quinn's underground facility
is from a beach cove.
A two-man extraction team could slip in there, but it's not easy.
Fitz-Simmons.
The perimeter is surrounded by a 20-foot-high neodymium laser grid.
Touch it and you're toast.
Dead toast.
The only way to disable the grid is to
crack the system and trigger a reboot.
This would give the team three seconds to cross.
Of course, Quinn's too smart to allow
any wireless access on his property.
That's where I come in.
Yes. Working compact. Holds up under X-ray.
Desert Rose, to match your complexion. But, oh, what's this?
A readout, okay?
It turns green if you're in close enough proximity
to a computer to gain wireless access.
And when it does, you just drop this nearby and walk out.
We'll do the rest. Easy as pie.
Or it will be, if you stick to the plan.
Got it. Plan. Green. Drop. Walk. Pie.
I don't wanna question your orders, sir.
Good.
But I've already seen far more combat than I bargained for.
This two-man extraction team?
That's exactly the kind of action I was hoping to avoid.
That's why you're not on it.
Specialist work is different from field work, believe me.
When was the last time you...
Hall's one of ours and he's in trouble.
I need two men to get him out. Ward makes one.
So that's why I'm going in.
You forget, I saw plenty of action with the Avengers.
And you died.
All right, team. Suit up.
Thank you.
Hors d'oeuvre, madame?
Who are you?
Apologies for his manners. He knows very little English.
Oh. That's... Whatever. Skye.
Qasim Zaghlul.
Big fan. You built half of Dubai, including the Arabian Blade.
I love that building. It's super sci-fi. Where's your wife?
Wife's name's Nadrah.
Nadrah.
Twin sons.
She's staying at home with the boys?
You know Nadrah?
- How's she doing? - She's good.
The pleasure is mine.
I could get used to this, people. It's like Siri, if it worked.
Skipper to Bravo, I got eyes on Top Dog.
The Eagle is landing on it.
What are you doing?
Sorry. I don't know. I see Quinn. I'm gonna go talk to him.
I mean, that, and its effect on the Industrial Average.
- That was good.
Yeah, right? Ian Quinn.
I'm your last-minute party crasher. Skye.
Oh.
Wow.
Great to meet you.
This is Skye, a member of the Rising Tide.
They're a group of hackers
that have gotten some pretty big secrets out to the public.
I prefer "hacktivist". I'm glad you've heard of our site.
I read it. We think very much alike.
More freedom of information,
the less government infringing on everyone's rights.
I'm a fan.
That explains the invite. This is a tough party to get into.
Not as hard to get into as the encrypted back channel
you contacted us through to request the invite.
That's sort of where I live.
You gotta show me how you did that. I mean, if you sign on.
Sign what now?
I've been known to turn a few black hats into white hats.
Not just for vulnerability analysis,
but for very creative thinking.
Are you offering me a job?
Well, I didn't invite you here for your pretty face.
I didn't know you had a pretty face.
Yes, I wanna hire you, before someone else snatches you up.
That seemed to go well.
- Yeah. It did.
Many of you shareholders have been with us for years,
and I see a few new names here.
But I wanna thank you all for traveling so far to this beautiful country.
And, well, for slumming it at Shaba Tal-Banar.
This country, where we are allowed to pursue progress and profit
without the stranglehold of regulations
that are now choking our world.
The United States Government, the E.U., the D.R.T.C., S.H.I.E.L.D.
These are just a few of the institutions that are guilty
of halting the development of new technology
for anyone except themselves.
We dare defy them with a new idea,
they steal in and sweep it out from under us.
But not today.
You are all aware
of what Quinn Worldwide has been
able to do with basic minerals,
let alone uranium or plutonium,
despite these unjust restrictions
that weigh the scales in the other guys' favor.
Well, today I'm announcing something new.
An element that could balance those scales.
And I mean that quite literally.
Imagine if you could control gravity.
If instead of drilling for oil, it rose up to greet you.
Imagine if you could move a supertanker's worth of cargo
with a swipe of your hand.
Well, we will do this and more.
This could've been a traumatic experience for Dr. Hall.
He may not be the same when we find him, Ward.
I'll talk him down.
We don't want your personality to set him on edge.
Great time for humor, sir.
My people skills are the least of our problems
if Skye can't get us in.
It's locked, but there's no lock.
Check for a keypad.
Nothing. Wait, you can hack a keypad?
No, not over the phone.
Is there a reception desk?
Okay, yeah.
Well, now what do I do?
What are you trying to do?
Just looking for a pen, here we go.
Got to write down all those good ideas, you know what I mean?
Of course you know what I mean.
You probably have, like, 10 pens for all your ideas.
What are you really doing?
All right. I'm busted.
I was trying to get a glimpse behind your office door,
see how things really operate.
I invite you here as a guest,
and you treat me like another corrupt institution,
looking for trade secrets to leak online.
- Security... -No, no, no, wait.
It's just, with all these la-di-da people, you have to be so guarded.
So careful.
What you say, what secrets you reveal.
And I was hoping that you and I
could be honest with one another.
If you know what I mean.
My office had less space, more wheels.
Wow. A view of the ocean and the pool.
Not a bad place to do business.
Got the dispatch leaking Hall's location. User's an alias.
Oh! Can you trace the D.H.C.P. server...
Trace is running, but it'll take time. Our girl?
I thought she was done for,
but she's just sweet-talked her way into Quinn's office.
How'd she manage that?
She probably just used her, um...
...boobs.
Ugh! That's the only...
Oh, my gosh, the signal's dead. Fitz!
I didn't. She must have... Oh, Lord.
Much better.
I haven't felt that someone's- watching-my-every-move feeling
since I failed my driver's test.
Do you wanna tell me what the hell's going on?
S.H.I.E.L.D. got to you?
They picked me up in L.A.,
I helped them in a crisis, and now they wanna recruit me.
Of course they did.
So I played along.
Talk about inside info. I have a bunk on their plane.
I've been gathering intel, biding my time until I could become useful.
I thought this qualified.
Why would they trust you with a covert operation like this?
Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. not breaking international laws.
They had no other options.
Whereas I like to keep mine open.
Next patrol any minute now.
Skye's offline. Repeat, we've lost audio and vitals.
Abort is not an option, but if she's compromised...
She's still our only way in to get to Dr. Hall.
And we're their only way out.
The beach is all clear. Let's move up the ridge.
You're saying they wanted to rope me in
because I pose a genuine threat?
Yes. And fit their profile.
- Profile? -Sure.
You're a criminal, you have a warrant somewhere.
Probably.
Specialized skill set.
I try to stay humble, but fail.
No family.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit a nerve.
But that is what these people do. S.H.I.E.L.D.
They prey on fear, and loneliness, and desperation,
and they offer a home to those who have no one else to turn to.
But I can offer you something better.
Damn! A little rusty, I guess.
Guys, clock's ticking. Where's Skye?
You stay with us, there's no secrets, no lies and no agenda.
You're free to do what you do
without Big Brother watching over you.
But first
you have to tell me exactly what agenda
S.H.I.E.L.D. sent you in here with.
Well, they wanted me to do whatever it takes to get in here.
Get in here and...
Bat my eyes.
Get you talking.
- We're in! -She's done it!
Fitz, you're up.
Oh, mother of all things. Move, move, move!
We have a man down. Hostiles on the east ridge.
We need a reset here, Fitz.
Fitz!
Saying his name repeatedly does not increase productivity.
Okay, go.
Or maybe it does.
System rebooting in two, one...
NOW!
I'll look for Dr. Hall down in the lab.
I'll get Skye.
No, you can't be the only angle.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s thorough enough to know about me and my exploits.
It takes more than a pretty face to disarm me.
Sir, we have a security breach.
Oh, the timing on that was perfect.
Dr. Hall? Agent Coulson. We have an exit strategy.
S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Yes, sir. Let's get you out of here.
I'm sorry, Mr. Coulson. I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
I'll be honest.
Our strategy did not take into consideration you saying that.
Oh, no.
Look, I don't know what Quinn is promising you, but...
- An opportunity.
We can't let Quinn have control of this. It's too dangerous.
We can't let anyone have control of this. That's why I'm here.
To bury it at the bottom of the ocean. With him.
Coulson. The leak came from...
Dr. Hall. Yeah, I'm getting that.
All the petitions, embargoes in the world couldn't stop Ian.
He grows more powerful every day.
And then I get word he's found this.
I'm sorry, Mr. Coulson. I had to make a choice.
Something tells me that wasn't the off button.
Guys, we need to talk.
Lost you for a minute.
We're aware of the problem, sir.
Hall wanted Quinn to kidnap him?
Yeah, why would he do that?
What is wrong with him?
Quinn built a gravity generator.
Like the one we found but bigger.
Hall knew Quinn would need him to control its raw power.
But Hall just wanted to unleash it.
The one we found was 2.5 centimeters
in diameter. It stopped a semi.
How big are we talking?
Twelve feet. It'll definitely take down the entire compound.
- It'll sink the place. -No, it'll do more than that.
Work a solution.
I'll disconnect the power before things get...
crazy.
They can't help you.
Soon it'll reach an exponential acceleration state.
I'm sorry.
My team's here. Good people.
Sworn to protect all mankind?
That's what I'm doing, I promise.
Making things right.
Don't you get it?
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s against everything you stand for.
They're Big Brother.
Maybe. But they're the nice big brother
who stands up for his helpless little brother
who was getting beat up because
he ate a piece of cake that he wasn't...
You know... You kidnapped a person!
I set him free!
I saved him!
And I could've saved you.
This place is massive.
Where am I heading?
Southwest corner.
Ward, tell me you've got things covered on the ground.
I can't do a damn thing from out here.
I'm working on it.
Tell me what they're doing!
Tell me what they're doing.
You have to talk. You have no other way out of this.
You're expendable to S.H.I.E.L.D.
They sent you in here with nothing...
They taught me a few things.
The kid's got balls.
Thanks. But, yuck.
But do you have what it takes to pull the trigger?
Nope.
Get her.
Hall. We have to evacuate.
Get the chopper. Now!
All I had to do to get access to Quinn's lab was drop little clues,
create a puzzle for him to solve.
Quinn likes to feel smart.
So you leaked your location. Why not try reasoning with him?
You can't reason with an addict.
And he's addicted to exploiting opportunities.
But he never gives a thought to the friends, ecosystems,
future generations left ruined in his wake.
Like Agents Fitz and Simmons? Your former students?
I've got them in my ear right now,
telling me you're not a bad guy.
We could've worked with you on this.
S.H.I.E.L.D.? S.H.I.E.L.D. is just as guilty of the same thing!
Experimentation without thought of consequence!
Your search for an unlimited power source brought an alien invasion.
Fair point.
This element is far too powerful for you,
for him, for anyone.
But I don't have to tell you that. You're feeling it now.
Come here.
No, no, please, please.
Are you hurt?
Just follow my orders. I'll get us out of here.
I see the future, Mr. Coulson, and it's a catastrophe.
I just see a lot of people in trouble.
Nothing. Fitz-Simmons'? I tried to cut the power. It's still going.
- You need to find a catalyst. -Find some sort of catalyst.
Something to create a chemical reaction in the core.
It's not too late to do the right thing. Help me find a catalyst...
lam doing the right thing.
A completely selfless act.
I know that history never celebrates what didn't happen.
They'll call this a tragedy.
They won't understand the good I did here.
Killing innocent people?
Saving millions.
We have to live with the choices we make.
But sometimes we have to die with them, too.
I understand.
You made a hard call.
Yes.
Now I have to make mine.
Say it back to me.
Deepest level of the Fridge. Unmarked vault. No access granted.
And no recorded entry.
I don't want it listed, I don't want it flagged for The Slingshot.
Anyone finds out, you're responsible. And suffering. Understood?
Yes, sir.
It's what Hall would've wanted.
I used to have this down.
Should be just muscle memory.
You're making a habit of it, sir.
Trying.
I guess I'm a little rusty.
Of these close calls, I mean.
I don't enjoy running back end.
You want off the plane? Go ahead.
I want in.
Reporting for combat, next time it's up.
You're committed to the cause, or just watching my back?
Same thing.
And you are a little rusty.
You and your brothers. Where'd you grow up'?
Massachusetts. Mostly.
A house?
You didn't?
One house.
The Brodys.
I was nine.
They sent me back to Saint Agnes after a month.
Said I wasn't a good fit.
Foster parents.
Your first?
My third.
I had heard it before but...
this one was different.
'Cause you wanted them to like you.
Bad.
I called her "mom" once.
Tried it out.
Guess it wasn't a good fit.
Hoping for something and losing it
hurts more than never hoping for anything.
We won't turn our back.
Doesn't matter.
I made my choice. And I want this. Bad.
And I know there's a truth serum.
Whatever you say, rookie.