forgerextraordinaire requested:

"Explain to me what’s going on."

broken-weapon:

broken-weapon-deactivated201511:

“There’s no time.” Phil said, tight lipped as he tried to hustle Jamison out the side entrance. “Get out of here, lay low until I send you word. Can’t explain it right now but you need to trust me. Now go.”

His face expressionless, he gave a brisk nod. “Go, Jamison.” he said softly. “Hopefully I’ll see you again.” Phil unholstered his gun before disappearing inside the facility again. His team left it , six hours later. They were bruised and battered, Phil most of all but he wanted to keep his word to Eames. He was dropped off at the safe house and he knocked on the door, left arm wrapped around his own chest, as though holding himself together. His ribs ached like hell.

The drive to the safe house had been relatively straight forward. Eames did his damnedest to keep his thoughts on the road and not on Phil. Why hadn’t he just let him stay? Why did he make him run? So many questions running through his head and he couldn’t get any sort of answers. Once at the house, he made himself at home, flipping on the telly for background noise. Three days he had to wait before he could return to Mombasa. Though he wanted word from Phil first. Six hours later and the bang on the door had him jumping. Coulson knew he was here but he could have been followed. Grabbing his HK from the table, he walked to the door and opened it, using it as a barrier in case it wasn’t Coulson. “Once wrong move and I drop you where you stand,” he told the visitor, waiting for them to enter.