[Natasha responded to Doyle's text to confirm she had the details and that her team would be ready.
Unfortunately for the gang, there wasn't going to be much opportunity to run. Her team was laying in wait, hidden along the road a mile away from their meeting spot. She gave the nod as the bikes approached, and EMP device started up. As the bikes got into range, the engines sputtered and died out.
She didn't wait for them all to arrive, instead moving to the side of the road to fire off the smoke gun that filled the area with a thick, white smoke. It wouldn't last long, out there in the cool night air, but it would be enough for her team to move in with their thermo goggles in place. She handed off the gun and let out a sharp whistle, and advanced into the patch of smoke with her team.
Natasha angled toward where she'd last seen the first in command. The shape of the heat signature was about right, and she slid in on silent feet, jabbing him with her electro-shock baton to make a point and then holding it there against him as the smoke cleared.]
Gentleman. [Her voice carried, but her tone was casual as her eyes swept through the ranks.] You know how this goes. [She wasn't one for speeches - she was more at home in a fight, behind the scenes gathering intel. But her easy confidence and the deliberate way she held her baton made up for the absence of a lengthy treaty. They could come along quietly or kick up a fuss. Either way, the night ended with everyone packed off in the back of a van.]
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Unfortunately for the gang, there wasn't going to be much opportunity to run. Her team was laying in wait, hidden along the road a mile away from their meeting spot. She gave the nod as the bikes approached, and EMP device started up. As the bikes got into range, the engines sputtered and died out.
She didn't wait for them all to arrive, instead moving to the side of the road to fire off the smoke gun that filled the area with a thick, white smoke. It wouldn't last long, out there in the cool night air, but it would be enough for her team to move in with their thermo goggles in place. She handed off the gun and let out a sharp whistle, and advanced into the patch of smoke with her team.
Natasha angled toward where she'd last seen the first in command. The shape of the heat signature was about right, and she slid in on silent feet, jabbing him with her electro-shock baton to make a point and then holding it there against him as the smoke cleared.]
Gentleman. [Her voice carried, but her tone was casual as her eyes swept through the ranks.] You know how this goes. [She wasn't one for speeches - she was more at home in a fight, behind the scenes gathering intel. But her easy confidence and the deliberate way she held her baton made up for the absence of a lengthy treaty. They could come along quietly or kick up a fuss. Either way, the night ended with everyone packed off in the back of a van.]