The Enforcement Job **On Hold**

II

A/N: hey guys, I really hope y'all like this chapter. I've been thinking about this one for two days, non-stop. Anyways, on with chapter two!!

Leverage Team POV

"Leave her," Nate said when Parker was about to jump out the window after her. She turned around and looked at him in confusion.

"We need to tend to these two," Nate said, motioning to an unconscious Hardison and Eliot. Parker huffed and started to drag them back to the main room.

After mending their wounds and once they were awake, the crew started to discuss this newcomer, and what possible motives she may have.

Nate then said his famous line: "Alright, run it, Hardison."

"Really? R-Really? I just got my ass beaten half to death and you want me to run i-"

"Run. It. Hardison." Eliot interjected.

"Y'all just rude," Hardison complained, before going on. "Alright, Natalie Jensen, real name is unknown. She's known for her lack in hight which gives her an advantage to hide seeing as though she stands at 5'2", age twenty-six. She's wanted in twelve countries. She's wanted on thirty-two counts of manslaughter, eight counts of burglary, eighteen counts of grand theft auto, and so on. Says here, she works with Sterling. She's stolen the first David, twice," he stops to glare at Sophie, "the Mona Lisa, an ancient urn, as we witnessed, three times, and many others. Um she has a few assault charges, and was charged last year with kidnapping in Georgia. When she was fifteen, she spent a year in juvenile hall after being caught from a lift. She has seven different known identities, and she drank more than half of my Orange Sodas!

"Guys, we're dealing with someone beyond our power. She's not only a hitter, but a hacker, and Grifter. Obviously, from what we've seen, she's not the best thief."

The team all exchanged looks, as if making a silent agreement with each other.

"Well, let's go steal an Enforcer," Nate said, before disappearing from the room.

Natalie's P.O.V

"Sterling."

"Jensen. I assume you have what we agreed on?

"Depends. Did you decide to hold up your side of the bargain?"

With a snap of his fingers, a very bloody and beaten up Samson was pushed out to me. I tossed the urn to the psychopath that is Sterling and caught Samson before he fell.

"You said you wouldn't hurt him, Sterling," I growled, sending him a glare.

"Nooo, I said I would deliver your brother in one piece, there's a difference."

"Well I got you what you wanted. Now leave my brother alone," I warned.

"Well it took you four years to get everything, not your best work I'm sure, but there is one last thing I want," he smirks.

"What?" I hissed. I just about came unglued when I saw the nine millimeter being pulled out of his jacket.

"No!" I exclaimed, shielding my poor brother.

Four loud bangs echoed throughout the building.

One hit my big brother in the knee.

One hit my big brother in the chest.

One hit my big brother in the right shoulder.

One hit me in the stomach.