Kalinda was furious, as she boarded the helicopter. She kept everything hidden, and knew she must look an effective sight. Suit, blank expression, and clearly ready for a fight. She was not at all surprised to see Fury. She wondered, fleetingly, how old he must be now. Not something she would ever ask.

"You promised" she said softly, her tone deadly "that nothing would happen to any of them. That you would keep him alive. You promised, in exchange for me coming back one day. Well here I am, it's just too bad you didn't keep your end of the bargain" she didn't care that she slowly lost her composure, and probably sounded hysterical. 

"We don't know if he is in the rubble. We already have the scene secured and are searching the scene. If he's there, and can be saved, we will do everything we can, but until then, becoming a wreck is not going to help" Fury replied. 

Kalinda sighed heavily and looked away, silent now. She looked outside, holding onto a railing, refusing to sit. As the helicopter flew, her hand went to the locket she had never given back, had had no intention of giving back, to Michael. No doubt he probably despised her. No doubt he would be furious if he saw her. She didn't care. From the moment she had stepped out her window to follow orders, and bring him to the team, she had known nothing would ever be the same again. 

And it hadn't. Kalinda had been happy. She had felt like she had a place to belong, without even trying. She didn't feel like a freak, like she was always standing out. She felt...normal. She had let her fear consume her, had let herself be reassured that she wouldn't die, and leave her mother, her friends, grieving for her. Better to be despised, but alive, the dead and grieved over. Wasn't it?

The pain from her hand alerted her to the fact that she had slammed a fist against the side of the helicopter. It brought her out of her thoughts, which was probably a good thing.

"How many agents have you ordered to their deaths, whether intentionally or unintentionally?" She asked, the same question she had asked so long ago. She received no answer, just like she hadn't then. She scoffed, disgusted. "One day, you will take a good, long hard look at yourself. I hope you can stand to see what is there, Nick Fury" and then the helicopter landed, and she jumped off, surveying the scene, trying to distance herself. And failing greatly.