"What do you take me for, a biter?" Natasha's eyes are scanning the walls, fingertips brushing along as she walks the inside perimeter of the safehouse. Where would they be?
Undercover? Not without a lookout, and it didn't look like anyone had been at the safehouse in some time. The gear to check in is still here and functional. Dead? She'd like to think better of them than that, even if they weren't her. Options, Natasha. You brought Barton here for a reason. You could complete the mission alone.
You could do some good with him in tow.
The hidden panel finally makes itself known and Natasha wastes no time in unfolding maps and pulling out the insides of the small safe.
"They had the route pinned down to a fairly small area by the shipyard to the north. The ring roads around the city made getting to the ports childsplay. We just need to figure out how they were moving them to and from the shipyard unseen. Under ground? If so, where's the entrance...?" She pauses, looks up.
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on 2016-02-20 10:12 am (UTC)Undercover? Not without a lookout, and it didn't look like anyone had been at the safehouse in some time. The gear to check in is still here and functional. Dead? She'd like to think better of them than that, even if they weren't her. Options, Natasha. You brought Barton here for a reason. You could complete the mission alone.
You could do some good with him in tow.
The hidden panel finally makes itself known and Natasha wastes no time in unfolding maps and pulling out the insides of the small safe.
"They had the route pinned down to a fairly small area by the shipyard to the north. The ring roads around the city made getting to the ports childsplay. We just need to figure out how they were moving them to and from the shipyard unseen. Under ground? If so, where's the entrance...?" She pauses, looks up.
"We go play hide and seek, obviously."