Leo Fitz Agents Of Shield Novels & Stories

Leo’s voice came through the encrypted radio frequency, low and steady against the howling wind. ​He was crouched behind the rusted axle of a derelict ore car three hundred yards from the main concrete portal of Shaft Three. His face was smeared with dark graphite dust to mask his skin against the high-intensity security floodlights illuminating the perimeter. Through his tactical binoculars, he tracked a line of three unmarked, armored Mercedes transport vans as they wound down the steep gravel road, their headlights cutting through the swirling dust.

"He doesn't want the evidence of his failures making it back to Aethel-Luna." "Roric, get the survivors into the shelter of the fallen gantry!" Kael ordered. "Leo, I need a perimeter. Use the Core resonance you picked up. Don't let those drones get a clear thermal lock!" Leo moved forward, his silver-and-black eyes shining with renewed intensity. He no longer had the obsidian Heart, but his body had acted as a capacitor. He slammed his palms into the glacier. The ice groaned as massive shards rose up like jagged teeth, forming a crescent-shaped barrier around the trembling survivors.

He didn't have his kinetic armor to absorb the return fire, so he had to move like a ghost, using the basalt pillars for cover. ​"Leo! Behind you!" Maya screamed. ​A Trust soldier had dropped from a hidden ledge above, his ceramic blade swinging toward Leo’s neck. Leo didn't have time to aim. He threw up his left arm, the scarred, blighted arm, to block the strike. ​The ceramic blade hit the silver circuits with a sound like a hammer hitting an anvil. The blade didn't cut; it shattered. The silver-mesh beneath Leo’s skin, infused with the remains of the Rift’s geothermal energy, acted like a physical shield. The feedback from the impact sent a jolt of static through Leo’s nervous system, but

Lailah urges me to go along with her, tugging at my forearm. This time I don't bother wiggling away from her grip even though I'm uncomfortable. I understand that she isn't doing it deliberately. The sight before me is nothing short of amusing. Elliot, who is always a serious and no-nonsense person, has someone in a headlock, fighting like a child. “Stop it, Elliot! I swear to fucking God I will break your hands and donate it to the animal shelter.” Leo threatens, groaning out loudly in frustration. I can finally feel at peace seeing him in one piece and without any visible wound in his body except for his head. I can finally be free from the torturous memories of my horrible past.

Seth's face fell from shock, as did my own, while Roxie started laughing. Lian rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah .... sorry about that. That would have been Senora. We're kind of each other's bitch, ya know? She and her chosen fuck partner, Colton, would be Fiona's other lead warriors. They're both kelpies. Fiona's guard, Beckett, would be her seventh lead warrior. Not that it matters, but he's a cecaelia and his mate is Fafnir's mate .... " I held up my hand to stop Lian's rambling. "Wait, what?"

INSUFFICIENT ENERGY TO EXECUTE OVERRIDE. I slammed my fist against the concrete wall. We were outgunned. We had the code, but we didn't have the juice to run it. "Ghost!" Dax yelled, running up to the barricade, his SMG raised. "The Forge is charging its main battery! We have ten seconds before it flattens this entire block!" "The AI doesn't have the power to weaponize the shield!" I yelled back, frantic. Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed my wrist. I looked down. It was Leo.

The plea slipped out before I could stop it, raw and ragged. Leo's golden eyes swung to me, piercing through the haze of violence. "My dear sister," he said, soft and chilling, "the person in front of you isn't Darren anymore. He's just a Memory Agent of his dead brother, Lester." The words hit me like a punch, knocking the air from my lungs. "Memory Agent?!" I choked out, hands trembling. "What the fuck are you talking about?!"

"I teleported into town as a test, and while I was there I kept watch on the wards' strength without me present. They held firm, so I figured I'd pick up a few things while I was out." "Son of a bitch," Leo said. "So it actually works." He let out a slow, heavy breath. He had trusted Sinthy, but the uncertainty had clearly been weighing on him. Knowing the protection would stay in place without her there spread a visible wave of relief across his face as she came over with the bag. "Here." She passed Leo a stack of small boxes. Leo studied the six boxes with phone images on them. "Phones?" he asked, looking genuinely puzzled.

“Even if he wears a mask or tries to blend in, people would still notice. I don’t want to start school with unnecessary attention. Maybe you could assign someone else instead—preferably a female?” The table went quiet. For five long minutes, Leo didn’t say a word. He just continued eating slowly, his jaw tense, his expression unreadable. Then Luna spoke up. “She’s right, Leo. A female guard would make her more comfortable. And less suspicious to outsiders.” Leo leaned back in his chair, exhaled, and finally said, “Fine.” He picked up his phone and called Luca. “Bring me five of our low-profile agents. The girls.” “Yes, Don,” Luca’s voice came through the speaker.