Sammy was in attendance. It seemed like she had been moving from one funeral to another in the last two days, mostly against medical advice. She should be holding down a bed in Medical, but nothing short of a temporary coma would keep her from mourning a friend and a fellow agent, or any of the agents she'd come to know and respect.
There would be more to come in the week ahead. Too many agents were gone. More were injured, some enough to end their field careers. The colonel and the deputy director were behind her, waiting to speak with Mr. Coulson. Sammy was keenly aware that it was sheer luck she hadn't been killed. Only seconds.
When it came her turn to speak with Nikki's father, she had absolutely nothing to say. All she could do was squeeze his hand.
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