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Feb. 14th, 2016 05:31 pmred_roomIt's 2:03 am when Natasha arrives, geared to the teeth, in the Nexus.
Knives hidden in all the proper places, guns holstered, electrocharged bits in place, and lockpicks all accounted for on her person. There's a couple extra bags of gear she's carrying--equipment she'd grabbed from one of her Nexus safe houses. Her Arabic and French are as brushed up as her sign language. Ticking everything she's done off her mental list helps her compartmentalize. Helps her shut off the parts of her she doesn't need for the mission, leaving only Black Widow in place. The Natasha that desperately wanted to be a person instead of an asset isn't needed here.
She has no doubt Barton will show.
There's no backup or withdrawal order following them in. Natasha could go it alone, but a second set of eyes and ears would never be a bad thing on a mission like this. Beirut is coastal and covered in picturesque postcard snow this time of year. An ideal romantic getaway, if it weren't also touching Syria on two sides and the central hub for most human trafficking out of Asia and Africa for servitude or from Syria and their own people for sexual slaves.
Agent Romanov can't think of anywhere she'd rather be or anyone else she'd rather have watching her back.
Knives hidden in all the proper places, guns holstered, electrocharged bits in place, and lockpicks all accounted for on her person. There's a couple extra bags of gear she's carrying--equipment she'd grabbed from one of her Nexus safe houses. Her Arabic and French are as brushed up as her sign language. Ticking everything she's done off her mental list helps her compartmentalize. Helps her shut off the parts of her she doesn't need for the mission, leaving only Black Widow in place. The Natasha that desperately wanted to be a person instead of an asset isn't needed here.
She has no doubt Barton will show.
There's no backup or withdrawal order following them in. Natasha could go it alone, but a second set of eyes and ears would never be a bad thing on a mission like this. Beirut is coastal and covered in picturesque postcard snow this time of year. An ideal romantic getaway, if it weren't also touching Syria on two sides and the central hub for most human trafficking out of Asia and Africa for servitude or from Syria and their own people for sexual slaves.
Agent Romanov can't think of anywhere she'd rather be or anyone else she'd rather have watching her back.
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on 2016-02-17 10:37 pm (UTC)Clint glances up from his reading, expression sober. "They're HYDRA and human traffickers. You do what you have to." After a beat, he adds, "personally, I plan on giving them a long time to reflect on their mistakes, over lots and lots and lots of prison-hospital food." He smiles pleasantly, a dumb, nice, Iowa guy, then goes back to his reading.
Because really, sometimes ending their pain quickly is the nicer thing to do, and a preference against killing can be more cruel. And it's only a plan--plans change, when they need to.
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on 2016-02-20 04:45 am (UTC)Natasha doesn't quite expect the brutality she sees in his smile. The one that says 'im going to enjoy hurting these people but I won't let them die'. This one isn't an assassin, isn't a spy.
It makes her smile that smile that's mostly in her eyes as she turns her attention back to the jet.
By the time they land and make it to the safe house it's nearly dawn. The tripwires and safeties are all in place--a good sign that the safehouse wasn't compromised. So they weren't discovered probably, either caught or dead. Neither of which is good news, but it does put the potential hunt for leaked secrets a lot less likely.
Natasha does a sweep of the house before clearing a duffel bag of weapons off of the single couch inside.
"..Well." She gives Clint a look. "This could be worse." Not by much, though.
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on 2016-02-20 05:15 am (UTC)He gives her a lopsided not-quite-a-smirk. "I usually open with 'this looks bad.'" He, too, has been checking the place over. When he's not getting ambushed by raccoons, it seems Clint has some spy mojo after all. "So we go looking. Unless we know where these guys hole up?"
((What the hell, spellcheck, you have raccoon and racoon, but not the plural of either?))
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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."
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on 2016-02-21 01:59 am (UTC)"I like hide and seek," he muses. He's looking at the maps over her shoulder, or possibly upside-down, looking for either disused factories or storage spaces within the target zone, and for places that would make sense for access points to some discreet mode of transit between them and major travel hubs--a port, a highway, an airport. "We should find out where the taxi drivers eat, some'a them might know something. A rumor, at least."
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on 2016-02-21 02:55 am (UTC)She unzips one of the duffel bags and starts checking magazines on the guns.
"Won't that be a change of roles. You on the ground and me watching over your ass." She snorts before moving on to the next weapon. "Should be some money in one of the bags. Lebanese pounds. Might be able to buy yourself some information."