The Bioweapon
Chapter 9: Natasha’s POV
“Nat!” Tony yelled down the stairwell and into the training area where Natasha was doing weapons training with Sam.
“I think we got her.” He said appearing at the top of the stairs.
With a sideways glance at Sam, Natasha put down her training weapons and hurried up the stairs to the control room. The same traffic camera footage was playing on loop which showed a dark haired woman stepping out of an apartment complex, putting her hood up, and walking hurriedly down the sidewalk. After about twenty feet the woman glanced back over her shoulder, looking directly into the camera lens.
“There.” Tony rewound the footage and zoomed in on the woman’s face.
“Yeah that’s her alright.” Clint said approaching from the side of the room.
“Where is she?” Natasha questioned
“East 22nd street, the Bronx.” Tony responded. “She also has our package.”
Natasha looked up as Tony strolled to the computer monitor and with a flick of his wrist crime scene photos appeared.
“Last night there was a break-in to a shipping container in the yard that was headed to Germany. At the scene was a tip-off letting police know that seven more containers were filled with contraband. All contained what was left of the Horizon lab tech which was scheduled to be smuggled across seas tomorrow. Sounds like the work of our good Samaritan don’t you think?” Tony asked them.
“She wouldn’t have time to dispose of something like that yet… she’d need a lab.” Natasha finished.
“So we get a little bonus if we find her soon.” Clint smiled.
“Friday has been using facial recognition software to monitor every camera within a 100 miles and today we got this.” Tony said gesturing to the footage. “I went back a couple days and saw her leave the last two mornings so I think it's safe to say that's where we can find her.”
“So let’s go.” Clint smiled at Natasha as his friend studied the screen. “We can have them both before dinner.”
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“I think you almost beat my record” Natasha smirked watching as Clint finished picking the apartment lock.
“Hey, if you want to complain about my lock picking speed then you can pick the next one yourself.” Clint glowered as he stood.
Cautiously Natasha swung open the door to the apartment. It was empty.
“Well now we wait.” Natasha said, crossing the threshold of the one room apartment she settled herself on the bed facing the door.