The operation had been patiently waiting at the abandoned warehouse for a Red X agent. Nat watched with the others, quickly ruling out everyone who passed by. S.H.I.E.L.D. had been informed, from inside Red X, that this agent and some sort of chaperone would be arriving by plane today, but they had only gotten ahold of the chaperone, who gave only the location of some rendezvous point before dying of something self-administered while in custody.
Nat was starting to lose her patience. The chances of this address being helpful were dwindling by the minute. Then she saw the girl.
Using reflections to check for tails. Auburn hair braided back. Practical clothes. Well-muscled. Scoping out the territory, unease growing with every step. And her backpack...an odd mix of Soviet crudeness and modern fashion. That sealed the deal. Nat reported her, and a plainclothes agent approached.
The moment the agent and the girl were out of arm's reach of each other, the girl broke into a run faster than Nat thought possible. The comms was blaring, but Nat wasn't listening. She watched the girl sprint to an alley, leap maybe ten feet in the air to grasp a ladder rung, then climb up to the roof and disappear.
Someone was trying to organize a search, but Nat interrupted. "Don't bother. We won't catch her. Let her come to us."
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