"Something like that. Made for passengers and carrying shit though."
A silver Honda in this case. Sports cars might be infinitely more fun, but this isn't the sort of job that calls for flash and she is still technically a federal criminal no matter what she looks like at the moment. Nat chucks her duffel bag in the backseat and waits for Han to do the same before they take off and head well out of the city.
Once out of the grid that is NYC (and the traffic that comes with it) the drive is a lot more bearable. Miles of freeway that lead to scenic lakeside byroads the further north they drive. Though Natasha takes one of the smaller exits marked 'NO SERVICES' and drives up an empty stretch of road for nearly half an hour before turning off again onto a gravel road that winds off into the countryside.
It's at the end of this road that Han will see a clearing and small building set up in the middle of nowhere. It looks rather official for such a backwater locale and the road becomes paved again once Natasha gains access through the gate. A black car is waiting next to an open hangar, with the Quinjet already removed and prepped sitting on the tarmac.
Nat gets out of the car and approaches the other vehicle, leaning into the open passenger window and taking the manila folder Isaiah is holding out for her.
"I'll take care of your vehicle. We only have an hour or so before this place is swarmed. You'll have to come back on your own." He knows it's not an issue. That Natasha will more than likely just take the jet to another one of her safe houses in a different part of the country.
"I'll contact you when I"m back in the country." Natasha promises. Retreats from the car and turns to show Han onto the jet. With any luck he'll have drug their stuff to the jet by the time she does so.
"Alright. Let's get this show on the road, cowboy."
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on 2017-08-20 01:38 pm (UTC)A silver Honda in this case. Sports cars might be infinitely more fun, but this isn't the sort of job that calls for flash and she is still technically a federal criminal no matter what she looks like at the moment. Nat chucks her duffel bag in the backseat and waits for Han to do the same before they take off and head well out of the city.
Once out of the grid that is NYC (and the traffic that comes with it) the drive is a lot more bearable. Miles of freeway that lead to scenic lakeside byroads the further north they drive. Though Natasha takes one of the smaller exits marked 'NO SERVICES' and drives up an empty stretch of road for nearly half an hour before turning off again onto a gravel road that winds off into the countryside.
It's at the end of this road that Han will see a clearing and small building set up in the middle of nowhere. It looks rather official for such a backwater locale and the road becomes paved again once Natasha gains access through the gate. A black car is waiting next to an open hangar, with the Quinjet already removed and prepped sitting on the tarmac.
Nat gets out of the car and approaches the other vehicle, leaning into the open passenger window and taking the manila folder Isaiah is holding out for her.
"I'll take care of your vehicle. We only have an hour or so before this place is swarmed. You'll have to come back on your own." He knows it's not an issue. That Natasha will more than likely just take the jet to another one of her safe houses in a different part of the country.
"I'll contact you when I"m back in the country." Natasha promises. Retreats from the car and turns to show Han onto the jet. With any luck he'll have drug their stuff to the jet by the time she does so.
"Alright. Let's get this show on the road, cowboy."