St. David's Hospital - Cardiff: 2:20 A.M.
The nurses instantly went to fetch the doctor, but Larson stopped them in their tracks. "I'll be taking over Dr. Bautista's care," Dr. Larson explained. "You may go now - thank you," she said with a smile. The nurses looked a bit uncertain, but it was late and they were tired and Dr. Larson was clearly a doctor, so they nodded and left the room. "We can take my ship," Dr. Larson offered. "It's much faster than anything made here on Earth."
??? - Quinjet: 9:20 P.M.
In the cockpit, Hawkeye overheard what Cass said - even with the divider in the way. He scowled slightly. People didn't seem to really understand how much he was unwilling to let anyone else have the coordinates of where they were going. He especially figured that anyone coming to join them had a higher chance of being a skrull than anyone on the ship at the moment, and revealing those coordinates could cause him to risk a lot. "Tell them to get to New Jersey and then I'll pick them up, Reed. Like I said, no one is getting these coordinates," Hawkeye said over the intercom.
In the medical bay, Bonnie didn't give much of a visual reaction to what Hawkeye said. Most S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had a favorite safe house, she understood him not wanting to burn its location. Still, it was a bit of a strong reaction from him - she wondered if there was more to the situation that they weren't seeing. She finished her job with the surgical thread and stepped back, as Folly started wiggling her arm around experimentally. "You should take it slow," Bonnie warned her.
The stitches were designed to be the sort that would dissolve when they weren't needed any more, so Folly wouldn't need any follow up appointments. Folly started by closing and opening her hand, then she abruptly yanked her arm up and down, testing her full range of movement. She grabbed one of her knives and started poking up and down her arm to test her sensitivity to pain. "Wow, thanks Doc, now I'm a real girl!" she said with a laugh.
Agent 13 came in with Breacher, while the others stayed behind to try to rouse the rest of the group. She reached into one of the medical drawers and found a bottle of aspirin, and tossed it to Breacher. "I trust you don't need me to figure out the dosage for you," she commented dryly, a bit annoyed that he was treating her like a nurse.
"Thank you, Mr. President - I appreciate it," Bonnie said. She looked at him. "If you're ready for medical attention, I can treat your injuries now." She figured with the rate the quinjet was flying at, they'd probably arrive at Serval in the next ten to twenty minutes, giving her just enough time to tend to Jakobsen before they'd land. "That or I can treat the kid for his concussions I don't doubt he has."
In the tech bay, no one can hear you scream Kwassi's luck had taken a turn for the worse. P.H.I.L.'s countdown had been too fast for someone else to come and intervene. True to the A.I.'s words, he really did have a self destruct feature. P.H.I.L. used the energy stored in Kwassi's mask to fry the piece of equipment and itself. As Kwassi had hugged the mask to his stomach, it would essentially zap him in the belly - nothing harmful, more unpleasant rather than anything else. His mask, in its current state, couldn't be used at all though. It was beyond repair.
In A Flying Yellow Spaceship: 1:30 A.M.
Raynor stared at Astrad and his stupid, incredibly punchable face for another moment. His temper only became more foul as Astrad insulted Nanna and Baldur's ship - he may have been from an alternate universe, but Raynor was still a mama's boy at heart. No one insulted his mother or her things. "Why don't you just throw yourself out the airlock and save me the trouble of doing it myself?" he asked Astrad. He wasn't really trying to keep a check on his anger, even though Sparky - the mother of probably his unborn child - had asked him to do so.
Amelia glanced around the interior of the spaceship, before she noticed that one of the beanbags had what looked like a Wii remote wheel resting next to it. With everything she had seen from Nanna and Baldur, she was pretty sure those were the controls. No one was challenging her for the right to fly the thing - she figured that maybe Angry Muffin Man a.k.a. Raynor might, but he was too busy being angry with everything and everyone (mostly Astrad). She flopped down in the beanbag and picked up the Wii remote. A holographic display appeared in front of her, showing her a stylized map of sorts.
"So. Fucking. Sick," Amelia gushed. She stared at the controls for a second, before pressing a button - the ship kicked straight upwards and the map started to change, showing them gaining more and more height. Amelia kept holding down the button and she noticed the map had little arrows showing the direction to go for each of the Nine Realms. She was pretty sure that Earth was called Midgard, and she pressed another button, causing the ship to kick forward. The little readout indicated they were heading in the right direction.
"I hate student drivers," Raynor grumbled, feeling every jump and jerk as he sat in a yellow beanbag next to Sparky. He couldn't blame Amelia, as much as he wanted to add her to the list of things he hated. It was hard to drive a spaceship for the first time and his parents insisted on using the Asgardian equivalent of a stick shift. "Try not to get us killed - or worse, arrested by the freaking Nova Corps. Gods, their prison is the worst..."
