“Coulson’s team,” comes an order over the intercom, and whatever conversation there may have been is over. “Report to Gonzales’ office immediately.”
They scramble from the lab, but the four of them barely make it into the room before he’s marching back into the bullpen outside his office and demanding answers of them.
“Agent Johnson, did she go with Coulson and May?”
“Yes, sir, why?” Jemma jumps to reply; Gonzales growls, thankfully at no one in particular.
“We have a...sensitive situation. Hostage taker, wants to talk to her. If we can’t get her-”
“...perhaps we don’t need to, sir.”