𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
Stars hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires

"DAISY, Mack, move in now!" Mack and Daisy looked at each other in confusion. "Something's attacking! Alisha's down!" They jumped out the car and into the apartment building.

Daisy came into their apartment, seeing Alisha's body, so she tucked away her gun, and bent down. She grabbed onto her, finding a hole in her stomach. "No," she whispered, shaking her head in sadness, and then looked up to see a hole in the wall.

"Daisy, wait!" She simply ignored Mack as she ran into the hole, following the clues that were gonna lead her to the alien thing that had done this. "Daisy! Damn it." Mack followed her.

While walking down a thing of stairs, Coulson tried to contact her through the ear piece, but it was full of static. "Daisy, do you copy?"

"You finally got my name right," Daisy teased before turning serious. "You're cutting in and out, sir," she informed him. "We've trailed the killer to the industrial park a half a mile South of you. Backup would be nice."

"On its way. Hold tight."

She smiled. "Copy that."

"How did I let you talk me into this?" She turned to Mack, rolling her eyes as she heard him starting to rant, "I had a garage, workbench full of new tools, my own espresso machine."

"We got to figure out how this thing is finding Inhumans and why it's killing them," Daisy stated as they both kept side stepping, shoulder to shoulder, guns raised.

"I know why," he stated not even a second later.

"Yeah?" She glanced to him. "Why?"

"Instinct." They turned and pressed their backs against the wall. "It's like a great white shark, built to eat, sleep—"

"And kill," she got the point of what he was trying to say.

"I was gonna say "make little baby sharks," but then "Jaws" was probably twenty years before you were born, so—"

A door slammed, making them both jump from fright.

Daisy squinted her eyes to stare into the dark hallway. "Do we have movement?"

"I don't know," Mack told her, shrugging. "I can't see a damn thing."

"Well, do you want me to take point?" She asked in amusement, noticing that he was more afraid than her.

He hesitated, "I'm going." He swallowed thickly, "I'm going."

They quickly turned the corner, expecting to see the monster, but he wasn't there, instead there was a double door.

"Oh, it's got to be long gone," Mack whispered to her, "I mean, something that big can't just slip away without—" There was a thud on the other side of the door, "Damn it. I had to jinx it, didn't I?"

"Sounds like something's trying to get out," Daisy stated, listening in.

"Or in," Mack stated after a beat. They approached the door, "Three..." They placed their hands on the handles, "two..." They nodded at eachother before throwing the doors open. There was a bunch of lights, guns cocking, and voices shouting.

"Put the weapons down!"

"Get down!"

"Lower your weapons!"

"Stand down!" A female voice shouted over everyone elses. "Everybody, stand down! S.H.I.E.L.D.'s not the enemy, and you definitely don't want to piss off the young Agent Johnson here." Daisy glared at the bitch, knowing who she was. "We've got about 19 Agent Johnsons on our side, though none that can take down a building. Rosalind Price, by the way."

Coulson came around the corner, approaching us.

"Coulson?" Daisy asked in confusion and disbelief, feeling betrayed.

"It's okay." Coulson sent her a small smile. "The ATCU is here to help."

"Really?" Mack stood in front of Daisy, his shoulders tense. "'Cause, the other day, they wanted Daisy's head for their trophy case."

"Agent Mackenzie." Coulson gave Mack a look.

"Bit of an exaggeration," Rosalind spoke up, smiling. "But that was then, and this is now. And right now, we're here to contain a threat, same as you." She turned to her men, "Fan out!"

Daisy waited until she was gone to turn to Coulson with a glare set on her features. "I get that you cut a deal with them, but for the record—"

Coulson cut her off, "It's a means to an end."

"Ours or theirs?"

Coulson gave her a disappointed look before walking away.

BOBBI and Daisy walked into Coulson's office. "The DNA results came in. They confirm the killer is an Inhuman."

"He's killing his own kind," Daisy stated in distaste. "I don't get it. If he knows what it's like, what we go through, I just ... I refuse to believe Mack's "great white shark" theory. He's not some mindless wrecking machine."

"Agreed," Coulson told her. "The killer's tracking its prey. The question is how."

"Alisha knew these people," Bobbi reminded Coulson. "They were friends of hers before the Outbreak. Maybe the killer was, too."

Daisy nodded. "It's possible, but before Alisha was attacked, the couple mentioned that they got some weird e-mail, right?" She popped the email picture up on the wall, "Well, that e-mail had a nasty virus attached to it. It chewed up the operating system like a blender. I was able to un-mangle it, and it looks like the virus was planted to track their location."

"Do we know of any other Inhumans who got this e-mail?"

"Joey Gutierrez didn't. I checked," she told him with a sigh. "But the others ... I don't know. It's not like we have a ton of candidates to work with."

Coulson nodded with a sigh. "Reach out to the ATCU," He ordered her, "Let them know what you found."

Daisy glanced at Bobbi, not wanting to contact the people that made Lincoln run off. "Taking this team-spirit thing a little far, aren't we?"

"Fitz and I grabbed that laptop before they got there," Bobbi informed them, "Why would we share this intel?"

Coulson turned to stare at both women. "We know the ATCU has found Inhumans in the past, confiscated all their belongings. Let's see if they've come across this virus before."

"If we share with them, what do we get in return?"

"What do you want?"

"I don't know." Daisy looked Coulson in the eyes. "Let's start with how many Inhumans they've come across, where they take them."

Bobbi looked at the younger girl. "Daisy has a good point, sir." The girl in question sent her a smile before she looked to Coulson, "We don't know nearly enough about them."

He nodded. "I agree, but if you want answers, then you gotta play ball. Share the intel, trace the virus to its source."

Daisy nodded hesitantly before following Bobbi.

DAISY walked into Coulson's office, and announced, "I reached out to the ATCU and talked to that guy Banks."

"What did he give you?" He asked, turning to her.

She gave him a look. "Besides a case of the creeps, he said the virus I found was sent out to the other Inhumans they've come across. They just didn't spot it."

"See?" He gave her an amused smile, "Cooperation pays off."

She shook her head in frustration. "It was hardly cooperation. Not only didn't they find the virus, but they couldn't trace it, either."

"I'm guessing you did."

Daisy tapped a button on her tablet, a picture of a guy popping up on the wall. "Meet Dwight Frye ... former programmer, serial online gamer, and I.T. guy."

"The killer has an I.T. guy?"

"What if he was one before he changed?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows, and pursing her lips.

"Interesting theory. He works for the social security administration."

"Yeah, but he hasn't been there in weeks," she informed him.

"He'd have access to all kinds of records, be able to track people."

"Forget that," she spoke loudly, "How did the ATCU not track him? He's one of their own. He's a government employee."

"You think the ATCU knew about him?" He asked her in disbelief, tilting his head.

Daisy shook her head. "Worse." She sat down on a chair. "What if they're running him?"

"I think the conspiracy nut in you had a few too many lattes this morning," He teased, sending her an unamused look.

"I did have a latte," she defended herself, "It was a double." She gave him a look, "But if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were defending the ATCU... or the dragon lady, more specifically."

"I assume you mean Rosalind?"

She tsked. "There's that first-name thing again... it's a dead giveaway. I mean, don't feel bad. She's sharp, attractive, head of a big, shady organization." She gave him a smirk, trying to play off the weird feeling in her chest. He didn't belong with her. Daisy has always shipped him with May.

"I don't like where this is going," he told her, amused, but also concerned.

"You think I do?" She asked in disbelief and complete disgust.

"Go grab Mack and a flight team," he ordered Daisy, "We're gonna see what this Mr. Frye has to say for himself."

"Copy that." She sighed before storming away.

DAISY got out of the car with Coulson and Mack, and sighed in annoyance as she saw who was here. "Look who's here."

Dragaon lady smiled at Coulson, "Coulson."

"Ms. Price." He smiled which made Daisy fake gag. "See? Called you first this time."

"Very nice of you." She smiled at him, tilting her head.

"Signs of life inside?"

"All quiet. Perimeter's locked up." Agent douche informed them, and Daisy rolled her eyes at his voice.

Dragon lady then spoke up, "Once the threat's contained, our holding facility is prepped to take him."

Daisy gave her a look. "I'd like to see that sometime, make sure you're not going all Guantã¡namo."

She gave Daisy a fake smile. "Oh, well, that can be arranged, as long as I can get something in return." She turned to Coulson, "like a visit to your secret base or maybe a ride on that fancy new plane?"

Mack sighed and turned to Daisy, "You know that door won't open itself, right?"

Daisy walked up to the door and held out her hand, using her powers to throw the doors open, and they all ran in, searching the place.

Daisy approached a room, and opened up the closet to find the guy they were looking for. "Hey. Hey." She slowly approached him. "It's okay. We're not here to hurt you." He was whimpering and whispering something that she couldn't quite hear. "What? I — I can't hear you. What did you say?"

"Get out. Get out!" Daisy jumped back in shock as he was screaming now, "Get out! Get out!!" He jumped at her, and she fell to the floor. "Get out!" She threw out her hands and flung him back into the closet.

Mack ran towards Daisy and helped her up, and his worried eyes searched her face. "Daisy, you all right?"

Daisy nodded, breathless. "Yeah. But he's not."

"Mr. Frye," Mack walked towards him. "Come out and say "hello"." Mack pulled him out by his leg.

"How hard did you hit him?" Coulson asked Daisy. shaking his head at her.

She defended herself, "Not that hard."

"So, what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, but I don't think he's our guy."

He groaned. "She's killing me." Daisy looked down at him confused. "Get her out of here."

"He's having some kind of reaction to our special friend here," Agent douche commented, looking at Daisy who just rolled her eyes again.

"You think?" Mack fired at him before turning to Daisy, "Tremors—"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll go wait outside like a dog." Daisy rolled her brown eyed before walking away, hearing Mack chuckle at her retreating figure.

DAISY stood beside Coulson as THEY watched ATCU bring the guy into their van. "There's no way the ATCU has anyone on their staff with his experience," she told them, shaking her head.

"And where are they taking him?" Mack questioned, on her side like he always is. "Do we even know?"

"We can't just give them free rein like this." Daisy looked to Mack and he nodded. "We can't just look away."

She heard Coulson give put an irritated breath, "Mack, you accompany them. Check out the containment facility. Gather whatever intel you can. Report back to me."

Daisy turned to Coulson with a glare. "I should be on that truck, too, sir."

He gave her a look, "We got a major Hydra operation unfolding. I may need you."

"Not as much as Frye needs me," she protested, shaking her head.

"Look." Daisy turned to Mack as he said, "I don't like it, D. You were in their cross hairs just the other day."

She nodded. "Yeah, and look how that worked out."

"We're ready to roll," Dragon lady spoke as she came out of the house and towards the van.

"Not quite yet." Coulson walked up to her, telling him that Mack and Daisy were going with.

It took a lot of convincing, but Mack and Daisy got in that van.

DAISY looked to Dwight who was looking at her, groaning, a rash growing all over his face. She sighed and looked to Mack. "I feel like we're driving in circles."

"I bet we are," he grumbled at her, "Probably buying time for Mr. Banks to clean up their facility. Didn't you catch how fast he left the scene?"

She nodded with clear distaste. "Yeah, so he could get rid of anything "Roz" doesn't want us to see."

"Yeah, that, or he's prepping a cell for you," Mack fired at her, worry etched on his face.

She scoffed. "It's his funeral." She looked to Dwight, "I feel like his meds are wearing off."

A thud was heard above them, making them all jump in shock. A blue light emitted from the ceiling of the van, and the pieces in the middle of the circle that was made, vanished; in came big blue dude aka Lash.

All the agents jumped up, and tackled him, but he effortlessly knocked them out by throwing them at the walls of the van. Daisy threw out her hands, throwing him backwards, but at the same time, tilting the van. All of a sudden, she flew to the other side of the van, her head and shoulder hitting the metal roughly.

Daisy gasped, her vision blurry as she looked over at an unconscious Mack. A shadow walked by her, and she looked up to see Lash who stopped walking, glanced at her, and then continue to walk away. She watched his shadow as he did so, and what freaked her out was;

The shadow turned into a human.