[ fitzsimmons 1 x 1 ] || fish and the rad cab||

[fish out of water]

Jemma looked back at him for a moment, only to see him looking back at her. She sighed, trying to shake a few strands of wet hair out of her face. "I'll take it." Simmons said softly.

a smile grew on greyson's face as he turned around, walking over to a guard who gave him a pair of wire cutters, which jemma wondered if he just randomly carried around, but either way, Greyson returned to their side, snapping jemma's wrists free, and standing up to look at Fitz. "What about you?" he asked.

[The Cab]

"I do what Jemma does." Fitz replied looking back at him. He didn't like Greyson at all. But at least he would be able to get out of these ties, and if they could figure out something they might be able to escape. Though he highly doubted that one.

[fish out of water]

"Smart man." Greyson said, bending down and clipping off the ties and stepping away, tossing their ties to the ground and putting the icer in his back pocket, still armed with the 'coma-bullet'. "I will leave you two alone to plan out how you will go about this." he told them, walking back towards the door. "But be aware, i will not be too far away."

[The Cab]

Fitz nodded as he moved his wrists after being released from the ties. He turned to Jemma. "So what are we going to do?" He asked looking at her. They couldn't just make some random guy an iced that erased memories.

[i wonder what would have happened if Fitz had said no.]

[fish out of water]

Jemma shook her head, watching as he left the large warehouse. "I think i have an idea..." she thought, standing up and rolling her wrists, trying to get feeling back into them before reaching up and touching the now red mark on her face from where Greyson had lashed out on her earlier.

[The Cab]

"And what is your idea?" Fitz asked looking at her. He frowned at where Greyson had slapped her. He was define try not helping someone who would do such a thing to Jemma.

[fish out of water]

Jemma frowned slightly at the idea she had, it was dangerous but it just might work. "We would somehow need to get those bullets from him." she said, rubbing at her neck slightly where she had developed a cramp. "Or recreate our own."

[The Cab]

"I'm sure we can recreate our own, if he expects us to make an over for him he's gotta give us the materials." Fitz said. "What else would we need?" He asked.

[fish out of water]

"just a gun." Jemma told him. "Or multiple. I really don't know..." She said, sittin back down in the chair. "I just need time to think this through."

[The Cab]

"We just don't exactly have any time." Fitz said with a sigh. "I wonder if the team has figured out we're missing yet." He said.