UNDERCOVER ⧗ BLACKHILL

Park Meet - 9

(Maria's POV)

As soon as I get home, I pick up my phone to order so-called chinese takeout. This meeting, me shadowing Natasha was so sudden, I had no time to call. Well, I could've, but I didn't know anything, just knew that I was shadowing, it would've been no use. 

"Hi, what would you like to order today?" Fury on the other end of the line questions. 

"I think I'll try the beef soup today," I say with uncertainty, because the deal already went down, but it's a piece to take them down. 

"Ok, do you want a scheduled delivery or right away?"

"Right away today," I gain confidence in my voice. 

"Of course, we'll see you soon," Fury confirms, I can tell by the tone of his voice that he's either preparing to get the others or they're already there. 

Hanging up the phone, I want to know how the others are doing because while I haven't been out on this mission for long, I'm already missing them. Maybe with Fury's approval, they'll be scattered around the park looking for people that are tied to the organization, or they'll go anyways. 

Sometimes, since we are undercover officers, we do a lot of what we want, improv per se, as that's just what comes with the job. So a lot of the time, if we want to see someone and just make sure they're ok undercover, we'll go out anyways, without anyone being able to say anything. 

There also are those time periods where if we take someone down and our missions done, we'll stay out of missions for a little, to make sure that no one we knew through that assignment was there. If the rare chance we did run into someone from our past, we do our best to remember our cover story, but since time has past, there is some room for change with good reason. Luckily, none of us have yet needed to do so. 

Since I never got settled in once I came home, I wait around 10 minutes before heading out the door to the nearby park, giving Fury and everyone else a chance to drop off the paper. Finally putting the thought through my head, I realize there might have to be a different situation set up for information relay, this way is too hard, what if I want to say something more?

Untrackable, pre-paid, flip phones, that's what we need. 

I'll put that in the paper, to do that. Life will become so much easier, I don't have to call for takeout constantly, or try to look unsuspicious in a park. Not only will I have a more direct line, I'll be able to say things flat out, not in some code. Another pro, neither Wanda or Natasha or anyone in the organization for that matter will know about it, not because I won't tell them, but also because they won't be able to track it or pull information off it if it's not on their radar.

If it was, I'd be screwed. Not only screwed, I'd definitely be dead. Definitively one of the very very few exceptions to Wanda's minimum blood policy. That wouldn't be a pretty death for me either, I'd have betrayed them, and everyone knows in New York or not, turn, be a rat on a crime organization, you're dead. There's no escaping, going to another country. They'll find you before you can even make it home that night. 

Heading out the door, locking it behind me, I head off towards the park, keeping aware from my surroundings, not letting my mind wander off. It doesn't take long for me to reach the park, and I go in on another side so it looks like I'm sitting down on the bench just to look at the scenery or a break from whatever I may be doing. 

Finally spotting the bench with the paper on it, I walk over, looking around to see if anyone was coming back for the paper, looking as if I wondered if someone had left it behind. Sitting down, I pick it up, fake crossword clues on the bottom. Filling it in, I look like anyone else who has a crossword in the park, what anyone else doesn't know is that I'm giving information on the Maximoff Crime Organization.