“It’s bad, M. Really, really bad.” Daisy felt the need to preface with that, even though it was probably obvious by the encrypted communication and warrant for her arrest that S.H.I.E.L.D. definitely sent right on over to S.W.O.R.D. She’d snooped, because of course she did.
Agent Johnson: AWOL. High level threat, advise caution.
They probably still had the damn thing saved and ready for upload from the last time she’d abandoned her post. Only this time, it was bullshit. Daisy didn’t abandon anything. The organization that she’d dedicated most of her life to turned on her when she tried to do the right thing.
Pausing to take in a deep breath, Daisy laid everything out on the table for Monica in one fell swoop. The missing people, the mysterious town in Connecticut, Hill’s manipulative behavior, all of it. Once she was finished with the word vomit, she raked a cold fingers through her hair and dug into her bag for the dossier before holding the file out towards the other agent. “This has most of it.” Proof of everything, spaced out in a neater document than what Daisy had just tried to verbally explain. Her eyes tightened as she made eye contact with Monica again. “It’s Westview 2.0. And if that freaks you out too much to get involved, I completely understand.”
That much she could have surmised. Monica tends to be intuitive, and she actually reads her emails. There’s a lot junk that filters in, but you never know when something important will come through. The Daisy has gone rogue had pinged into her inbox while she was on the way over. Monica had planned on asking Daisy about it first thing, but the fellow agent ends up explaining everything in one burst instead. Reaching out, she takes the folder and flips through it.
Project Andromeda. Pleasant Hill. Connecticut. S.H.I.E.L.D.
“Jesus Christ.” Monica exhales. “How long have you been sitting on this? This is —” Westview 2.0, just like Daisy has said. From what Monica can tell, Wanda’s scarlet fingerprints are absent from the entire affair. She’s not sure if that makes her feel any better. Lips flattening into a thin line, it takes Monica a long minute to suck in a deep breath.
“Honestly, Johnson, it’s close. Really close.” Maybe too close. But Monica’s been meeting with a therapist and PTSD specialist to work on getting past what happened to her in Westview. It’s time to see if all her sessions have been working. “You brought this to me. I can’t sit by knowing people are suffering the way we did in Westview. No chance. You want my help? You’ve got it. Anything I do is off the books, though. I’m acting director. I can’t start a war with S.H.I.E.L.D. until we have more information.”
