Catching up with the past
There was someone trying to kill her, but in Natasha's line of work this wasn't anything new. She was always lined up in the cross hairs and the hairs rising on the back of her neck when someone was aiming at her was an old familiar feeling. However, this time it was a professional and it meant bad news for Natasha.
But the question was...Who was trying to kill her?
Natasha didn't care about the why for the moment. When she learned the who, the why would be evident. She needed to know who she was dealing with and who she needed to go after.
For a brief moment she thought about calling in one of the myriad favors that Fury owed her, they had stacked up over the decades, and get SHIELD's help, but there were reasons why it would've been a bad idea. The first and foremost would've been having to deal with Fury. She liked to save that pleasure for days when she was in a bad mood.
That meant she had to tap other sources for information and there was one source who could get information that SHIELD couldn't get. It was just a matter of finding her.
Which given her fondness for the spotlight, wouldn't be too hard. It was why Yelena really wasn't cut out to be a spy.
Natasha, wearing a blonde wig, entered the lobby of the Four Seasons. It was still early in the evening, around seven, and Yelena would eventually cross the lobby on her way out for an evening out on the town. It was almost a certainty. Natasha knew others better than they knew themselves.
She purchased a newspaper from the front desk and took a seat in one of the leather sofas in the lobby. She opened the paper and pretended to read. Natasha was a patient person.
But the question was...Who was trying to kill her?
Natasha didn't care about the why for the moment. When she learned the who, the why would be evident. She needed to know who she was dealing with and who she needed to go after.
For a brief moment she thought about calling in one of the myriad favors that Fury owed her, they had stacked up over the decades, and get SHIELD's help, but there were reasons why it would've been a bad idea. The first and foremost would've been having to deal with Fury. She liked to save that pleasure for days when she was in a bad mood.
That meant she had to tap other sources for information and there was one source who could get information that SHIELD couldn't get. It was just a matter of finding her.
Which given her fondness for the spotlight, wouldn't be too hard. It was why Yelena really wasn't cut out to be a spy.
Natasha, wearing a blonde wig, entered the lobby of the Four Seasons. It was still early in the evening, around seven, and Yelena would eventually cross the lobby on her way out for an evening out on the town. It was almost a certainty. Natasha knew others better than they knew themselves.
She purchased a newspaper from the front desk and took a seat in one of the leather sofas in the lobby. She opened the paper and pretended to read. Natasha was a patient person.