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Post by Snowglobe18 on Mar 3, 2017 16:29:15 GMT -7
Was it bad to feel this tense on a patrol? It might be down to the fact that she was pretty much dressed as a soldier. Or at least a tactical agent from SHIELD. But thankfully there wasn't anything on her clothes that tied her to the fallen organization. She made sure that she kept an eye on everything going on around them. Just because it seemed a little quiet that didn't mean it actually was quiet at all. Or that no one was watching them.
They moved through the park and then came to the edge and Barton started to talk. It was going to be him on the roof but that might be down to the fact that he, like Teresa, used a bow and arrow and could hit the targets from a distance. Not that they wanted to make the group of agents look back but if it went down then there was nothing they could really do. Even Nat would know that. She looked around for Asya when there was silence and she pushed her eyebrows together when she heard Barton swear and looked in the direction of the jogging figure before she huffed out a scoff. "She has balls, I'll give her that" she said to Barton.
Asya's voice then came over the comm and she raised her eyebrow to look at Barton. "Do we follow or do we do what we were going to do anyway?" she asked before saying "Because you're dressed like... Well like you and I'm dressed like someone from a secret organization" she huffed out. Emily knew how to take care of herself, she wasn't afraid of that but walking into a bar dressed like they were probably wouldn't end well and Nat had said about not killing anyone or making them look bad. But if Asya could walk out of the jet without anything then that meant she could use her fists pretty well and the last thing they needed was for her to use those fists but if it got them the information they needed then... She wasn't completely against it.
Maybe this was what Barton had said when he said in the oval room back on base that she would actually find out soon.
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Post by Ray on Mar 3, 2017 17:09:33 GMT -7
"She might, but she's sure as hell kicking mine." Barton replies to Emily's comment, gritting his teeth the entire time. Being cocky isn't necessarily a bad thing. Hell, Barton's whole career has been based on being unpredictable and taking big risks when the time calls for it. But Asya is inexperienced and he's starting to think a little insane. No one this goes down smoothly. Not like it should have.
"Asya, stay where you are," he says, pressing a finger to his comm before turning his gaze back on Emily. "We'll follow our part of the plan. Let me know if you make contact with the guns and make sure yours is loaded because this is probably going to end in a fight." He admits, swinging his bow down from around his shoulder. He already spots a fire escape on the building right across from them, and he quickly slips out from the darkened shadow of a tree to run across the street. In one acrobatic leap, he jumps to catch onto the lowest metal platform, hauling himself up with practiced ease. His feet carry him up the four floors to the top of the building, where he vaults over the brick wall to land upon the rooftop.
Asya swirls the rye around in her glass, watching the rest of the bar with a subtle eye. In a place like this, everyone looks a little guilty in one way or another. She takes a swig of her drink, just as she watches one of the bartenders carry a tray of expensive looking liquor to a corner table. Her gaze follows, coming to a rest upon a trio in the midst of a conversation. From the inside of one man's jacket, she can see the edge of brown wrapping paper; from another, the butt of a pistol.
"They're not very good at blending in." Asya says idly, knowing the other two can hear her just fine.
"Don't do anything." Barton snaps back. "Sit still. I'm on the roof."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Mar 3, 2017 17:40:53 GMT -7
Emily couldn't help but grin when he said that Asya was kicking him in the balls. It sounded like this girl was keeping him in check, even if she was sure that he didn't need it. It was going to happen anyway, whether he liked it or not. It was just like a female to keep a male in check but she decided it was probably best that she didn't actually say that to him. Barton seemed a bit pissed as it was, the last thing she wanted was for him to turn on her.
She nodded. So she was going to be checking the car out. Emily watched as Barton moved away from her and then across the street. She couldn't help but watch him as he made his way up the building, feeling impressed. If Emily was being honest she was starting to like Barton, she had heard about him from her time in SHIELD but that really was as far as it went. But being out on patrol with him she had to admit that he seemed like a good guy, so far that is. Emily had taken down the details of Teresa's history when she joined SHIELD and she had his name in her file. But it seemed now they didn't actually come in contact these days, hell she hadn't seen her with anyone if she was honestly.
Emily pushed that thought out of her head before she too moved out of the shadows and in the direction that Asya had gone. Before checking the car, she had leaned against a building and checked her guns, both of them were loaded. She was pretty much ready to go. Emily looked to the door of the bar and saw that there was no one standing there so she went and checked the car.
Asya's voice sounded in her ear and she wasn't surprised if she was honest. There was probably no one there to stop them anymore. Emily checked the trunk and then whistled softly. She put her hand to her ear. "This is the car that we want Barton" she said and then carefully looked to see what there was. "M16s, Magnums, sawed off's and there's even an rpg" she said. Emily dropped her hand away from her ear and looked back at the crate in the trunk before biting on her lip. "You want me to take them?"
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Post by Ray on Mar 3, 2017 18:28:04 GMT -7
Barton approaches the edge of the rooftop as Emily speaks in his ear, slightly out of breath from jumping across six different buildings just to get here. He glances down to the alleyway below where she stands at the back of the car, the trunk popped open, a single crate cracked wide and stuffed to the brim with as many weapons these guys could cram into such a small vehicle. He's impressed. "Leave them in the car for now. We'll deliver the vehicle to the closest station once we're done with this." Not that putting these weapons in the hands of the police was any safer of an option. But with their hands tied and their clearance shot through the heart, it's not as if they could take the weapons for themselves. Stolen merchandise would look much worse in their hands.
"Asya, what's going on inside."
"Mostly shitty whiskey." Asya replies, but finishes her drink anyway in one swallow. This is the first time she's had a drink in months. She's not about to waste it. Setting the glass roughly down on the bar, she turns her attention back to the corner, watching as one man teases the other two with the bag of money. She furrows her brows a little as she watches. "I think the buyer wants to see the merchandise," she says, the burn of liquor at the back of her throat only making her accent thicker. The man stuffs the bag of money back in his jacket, and the other two give the trademark look of resigned agreement. "They're going to move." She grunts, and jumps to her feet. In one motion, she shakes her black leather jacket off of her shoulders, revealing the low cut red t-shirt she wears underneath.
"Shit. Emily, be on alert, I'm coming down-"
"I'll handle this." Asya says, throwing her jacket into an empty chair and making her way across the bar as the men casually begin to rise to their feet.
"Do not-"
"Hello, boys." Asya speaks, cutting off the voice in her ear and getting the attention of the three men at the table. Her voice is suddenly Americanized, a hint of a Valley Girl accent poking around the edges, high and light and flirty. Extremely unlike her. She smiles, flashing pretty white teeth. One of the sellers, a New York Italian looking man with black hair covered in a little too much gel and a hook nose, looks at her with a small grimace, eyes looking at her from the head down. She places her palms upon the table, making sure to put her cleavage at eye level. "Can I get you anything else to drink?"
"Are you...are you flirting?" Barton says, suddenly not as angry as he was just a moment ago, and almost sounding entertained.
"No, we're done here." The first man says, waving her off with a bill thrown on the table as he stands straight.
"Hold on, hold on," the buyer interrupts, placing a hand on the man's arm to get him to settle down, a slow grin pulling at his mouth. Asya keeps her own smile planted firmly. "We have time for one more drink."
"Smart man," Asya replies, crinkling her nose just so. The third man nudges his friend, and the dealer slowly sinks back into his seat but not without a glower.
"What's your name sweetheart."
"We're at the back door, you don't have to keep up the act."
"Anna." Asya says, tilting her head towards him so that her hair falls in a long curtain along one side of her face.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl."
"I can be so much more than pretty."
"Really, now?" The buyer comments, looking to the other two with an interested glance. "You didn't mention this part of your deal." The other two exchange a confused look.
"Oh, you misunderstand," Asya says around a small, breathless laugh. "I can be a real bitch too."
The buyer's smile fades slightly in bewilderment only seconds before she slams his face down onto the table's surface. A quiet crack follows the sharp thud as his nose breaks in two different places. The two men leap awkwardly to their feet, reaching for their weapons, but Asya grabs the edge of the table and throws it upwards, slamming the pair of them against the wall.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Mar 3, 2017 18:59:34 GMT -7
It was a damn shame because they could use the firepower, but they were after all stolen. That wouldn't look good on them if they ended up using stolen weaponry. But wasn't the stuff they were using stolen from SHIELD anyway? She pushed that thought away when Barton said about dropping them off at the closest station. A present from their team to the cops.
That sounded laughable but they did need the good looks when it came to this sort of thing. They weren't hydra. They weren't anything like them but they were going to make sure that in the end hydra got what they deserved, it's just at the moment they were like vigilantes. Maybe even worse than that.
Emily heard Asya's voice in her ear telling them that the men were moving and was coming in the direction that Emily was stood at. She quickly closed the trunk up before grabbing at her gun. But then Asya's voice came over the comm and she was surprised to hear her flirting.
She was with Barton and they were at the back door but if they wanted to go in quietly then that was out of the question because of what was going on inside. Making sure she never pressed her comm she said to Barton "is this what you meant when you said that I would see later?" She huffed out at him before they went in through the back. Just as Asya slammed the two guys into the wall.
Damn that girl was strong. Something was telling her that maybe she wasn't just strong but she had super-soldier strength. Great, that was all they needed on the base. But hey if it helped them out. Even if Emily said not to make them look bad than they already did. At least no one was being shot... yet.
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Post by Ray on Mar 3, 2017 20:18:18 GMT -7
Barton rushes in through the door at the first slam that echoes through the radio in his ear, no longer caring about whether or not civilians see him. The time to be stealthy had come to a crashing halt thanks to their newest recruit. He doesn't know what he's expecting when he steps into the bar, but somehow it's not as bad as he expected. The buyer clutches his face as blood gushes from his nostrils, staining his shirt in splotches of red. Asya holds the table, and the two men pinned behind it, against the wall with one hand, not having broken a sweat in the ten seconds it took to incapacitate three men.
"Remember the point of being inconspicuous." Barton says through his teeth at Asya.
The rest of the bar watches in various stages of panic -- drinks spilled, eyes wide, bodies leaning far away from the blonde.
"Uh," Barton falters. "Do me a favor and put down the table." He says, turning his gaze back on Asya.
"They have guns." Asya replies, brows pressing close in mild frustration. Her voice is back to normal, the Russian lilt clipping her words short. "I put down the table, and they draw." Barton clenches his teeth together, looking between her and the rest of the very still bar, before he finally grunts.
"Fine. Move." He swings his bow back around his arm and steps towards the men, patting them down at the sides where he can reach, tugging free their guns. In fluid motions he releases the clips and throws them out of reach. As soon as he has, Asya pulls the table away and throws it with little effort to the other side of the room, narrowly destroying a jukebox. The men drop to the ground, gasping for air and clutching at their ribs, the force of Asya's strength having nearly strangled them.
"You stupid bitch," the first man spits out, and there's a quick flash of a blade. Barton doesn't hesitate to slam his heel down across the man's jaw, loosening a tooth that spirals across the floor, before stomping down on the hand holding a silver blade.
"Now who's making a scene." Asya comments, gesturing towards the bloody chunk of tooth.
"Oh shut up."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Mar 3, 2017 21:06:12 GMT -7
Emily would like to say that she was surprised to see Asya pinning the men against the wall with a table but she actually wasn't. It really just confirmed what she already knew.
The rest of the people in the bar was terrified and if she was honest she couldn't blame them, she bet it wasn't every day that a very strong young woman would do this in the bar. Plus if Emily had been in the bar when this had happened then she was sure that she would feel the same way but it was a good thing that they were letting them get on with what they wanted to do. Well they really didn't have a choice.
She watched as Barton searched the men and found the guns before getting rid of the clips. After Asya let the guys go, one of them called a bitch and she stepped forward but Barton beat her to it and she was impressed with the fact that he had loosened a tooth. Emily wanted to do the same but she guessed that she wouldn't get to do that just yet.
There was no way that they were going to be able to question them in here, there was too many people around and she guessed that they probably wouldn't say much other than insult them. If they wanted to keep their rep clean then this really wasn't the best way to have done it. Her dark eyes move towards Asya, she might have been impressed before and Asya stopped them from coming in her direction but she really was a time-bomb waiting to go off. No wonder she stayed out of the others way. She cleared her throat softly before looking at Barton. "Take them outside"
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Post by Ray on Mar 3, 2017 21:36:11 GMT -7
Barton hauls the man to his feet, blood leaking from the hole in his mouth and his bruised hand trembling as Barton pins his arm behind his back. Asya grabs the other one by the back of his shirt, practically dragging him upwards with little to no effort. "Sorry about that folks." Barton says, directing the seller towards the door as he himself takes careful steps backwards. He clears his throat when only silence and wide eyes greet him. "Carry on with your night."
The dark, empty alleyway is a relief after that ordeal, and as soon as the door is closed behind them, Barton shoves the seller back down to the ground. He turns, his shoulders squared and muscles taunt, and gets directly in Asya's face. "Don't. Ever. Do that again." He says through his teeth, anger latched onto every word. His hands are in white-knuckled fists at his side, his mouth a narrow line. But Asya just looks at him, no fear, no guilt, no sympathy in her expression. She lets go of the man she practically carried out of the bar, and closes the gap between them until their noses are almost touching -- a challenge.
"You don't give me orders." She says, her voice even and emotionless. "I am not your soldier, I am not an agent, the only reason I am here is because James wanted me to be." A muscle jumps in Barton's jaw, but neither one of them moves. "You wanted your gun smuggler." She throws a hand out towards the two sitting on the ground, too tired and wounded to get up and run like they very well could have. "You have your gun smuggler. Don't act like you didn't bring me along because of exactly what I can do."
"Who the fuck are you guys." One of the sellers huffs out.
And almost immediately, Asya and Barton snap their heads towards him and echo in perfect unison, "Shut up."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Mar 3, 2017 21:56:24 GMT -7
Emily gives the people a soft smile before walking out behind them. The tension between Barton and Asya was pretty much being felt right now. She really didn't want to be in the middle of those two. She watches as Barton gets angry with Asya. This was actually the first time she had seen Barton angry to the point that it looked like he was going to punch something. The anger coming off of him was like vibrating right now and if Teresa had been here then it would've been so much worse.
Asya got so close to Barton that Emily was pretty sure that in the end they would end up fighting. She actually felt every one of those words coming out of her mouth and for a moment really wished that she had stayed on the base. This was something that no one wanted to be a witness too. Emily couldn't help but look away before one of the sellers spoke and then she looked up towards the two who had snapped their heads towards the guy and spoke in unison.
Emily was majorly weirded out right now that she sighed under her breath, if it wasn't the tension between these two then it was the tension on the base and for the first time she was starting to wish she had stayed in bed, although she was beginning to wonder what the hell would happen if she hadn't come on this patrol. She knew one thing, she never wanted to work with Asya again or at least never wanted to go on a patrol because this was just too much.
She then turned to the guys before looking between the two of them. "The guns, where do you get them from?" she said getting straight to the point. If they wanted to argue that's fine but she just wanted to now get this over and done with and get away from the both of them.
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Post by Ray on Mar 3, 2017 22:21:24 GMT -7
The interruption brings Barton back to focus, Emily carrying on with the actual mission rather than getting herself wrapped up in this bullshit. Shaking out his shoulders and rolling his neck, Barton turns away from Asya, stalking around to Emily's other side just to put distance between them. Asya stands her ground.
"You're joking, right?" One of the men says, looking up at her with one eye closed. "You might have Superfreak, but my contact has worse. I give them up, we're all dead." He spits blood out of his mouth onto the concrete, before leaning his head back against the wall. The other man rubs sorely at his ribs but says nothing else.
"Trust me, nothing is worse than Red Peril over here." Barton retorts, flicking his blue eyes towards her. But Asya ignores his comment entirely, and steps towards the man. He flinches without her even raising a fist.
"Is it Hydra?" She asks, venom dripping off the very name.
"Hydra?" The man laughs, a dry bitter thing that shows the red staining what teeth he has left. "Hydra ain't selling weapons to nobody. Believe me, with the shit they got, I tried." He says it like it's a disappointment, not being in business with a fascist organization. "No. Not those pricks. Worse."
"You better start giving me names or I start losing my patience." Barton huffs, but the words barely leave his mouth when something fast rushes past his ear. There's a sound like paper ripping, and the seller's head suddenly snaps back against the wall, a red dot forming in the center of his brow. His whole body goes loose, head sagging to rest against his shoulder, blood smearing across brick.
"Oh no no no." The other man starts chanting, suddenly deciding to try to get to his feet. But another thwip and he too drops flat to the concrete.
"Shit-" Barton hisses, throwing one arm out in front of Emily and pushing them both back against the wall of the bar. Asya throws herself the same way, but she's already searching the rooftops of other buildings, open windows, passing cars. And yet only darkness, and silence, greets them.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Mar 3, 2017 22:45:23 GMT -7
Emily knew that the superfreak comment was directed at Asya but she looked towards Barton. "That doesn't sound too bad to me, what do you say?" she asked but didn't expect the answer before she looked back at the two men on the floor.
The nickname that came from Barton, Emily couldn't help but like it. But right now that wasn't what was needed. They finally had one common goal and that was to see the end of this patrol. She flinched slightly when Asya said the name that had been haunting them all since the time that they had come out of the shadows. The day that everything changed for every SHIELD agent out there. Why anyone would want to do a deal with Hydra is beyond her.
The guy just laughed over the fact that it wasn't in fact Hydra that they were getting their stuff from but from someone else who seemed to be much worse, she wasn't sure there was anyone else out there worse than Hydra. "Trust me you don't want to see him lose his patience once more" but they never got anymore info because his brains were all over the brick behind him. The other guy then tried to get to his feet but he ended up like his friend.
"What the fuck" Emily huffs out when she ends up against the wall of the bar and looking towards Barton. "This isn't how the night was planned" she muttered before looking in the direction where the shots came from but she really didn't see anything. It was too dark for her to even see anything. "Someone really doesn't want these people talking" she said after a moment and glanced back at Barton. "He said they were worse than Hydra, how can anyone be worse than Hydra?" she really didn't understand any of this but suddenly the night had taken a turn for the worse.
Nat had told them not to kill anyone, not even to shoot them. Yet here they were with two bodies at their feet after going into a bar full of people and now it felt like they were going to get the blame for this. Even if they weren't the ones to actually pull the trigger.
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Post by Ray on Mar 4, 2017 16:34:45 GMT -7
Asya waits for a good five seconds for a third shot, but when none comes, she leans back off of the wall, searching further into the night. Taking just a few steps, she moves out into the open air of the alleyway, lifting her chin to the sky. Clearly determined, she runs up to the wall, kicks off the bricks, and jumps to grab the same fire escape Barton used to get down. With less grace than Barton but just as much strength and ability, she climbs up the side of the building to get to the rooftop.
"What are you doing?" Barton huffs out, getting a little tired of asking that. But at this point in the night, he was too tired to stop her. There's a beat of silence, and then Asya pokes her head out over the edge of the roof to look down at them, blonde hair sweeping down around her face.
"They're gone." She replies, matter-of-factly, more easily heard over the comm than from three floors above them. "We weren't their targets."
Barton releases a heavy breath, dropping his arm from across Emily's stomach to rest his palms on his knees as he doubles over slightly. "So we just did someone's work for them. Great. Fan-fuckin'-tastic." He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to think of how they're going to get out of this new mess, and almost doesn't hear Emily speaking. Cracking open an eye, he looks up to her. "The opinion of a gun runner doesn't really mean shit." He says, shaking his head once before standing up straight. Asya jumps back down to the ground of the alleyway from the fire escape, not caring at all for her knees. "One man's idea of bad is another man's Sunday dinner. I stopped listening to thugs." He looks down to his watch, checking the time. It was nearing midnight.
"We have to get rid of the bodies." Asya comments, looking down to the two men.
"Put 'em in the back seat." Barton says with a nod, pointing towards the grey sedan. "We'll dump it all in the river."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Mar 4, 2017 16:58:13 GMT -7
Emily's heart was pounding hard in her chest. It's been over two months since someone had shot at her, even if last time they had used an ICER but still. But where was the fun in a quiet night. A quiet night equaled a boring night. Now she was starting to worry about the fact that she had been on the base for too long if she was getting excited over a shooter. It was bad news for them, very bad news because they had gone into the bar wanting to talk to the men and then dragging them outside. Now they were dead. Yep this wasn't going to look bad at all.
She looked up when Barton asked a question and looked in the direction of Asya and then scoffed under her breath. She waited for a moment then Asya poked her head over the edge and for the first time she was actually getting a stiff neck looking up so when she heard her voice, Emily looked down to the bodies. Wondering how the hell they were going to get out of this one.
Barton releases her and crouches down to look at the bodies once more. "We are in so much shit" she muttered to herself and bit on her lip, leaning one arm on her knee before hearing Asya. She was right, they were going to have to get rid of the bodies. Emily slowly stood up again before looking in the direction of where the bullets had come from. The question on her mind was starting to circle but rather than actually voice it, she decided to keep it to herself for now.
Was this the first time the shooter had done this or was it a routine thing? Taking people out so that they couldn't talk. Emily decided that she was going to check up on it when they got back to the base. But for now they had to clean up the mess that the other shooter had left for them.
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Post by Ray on Mar 4, 2017 17:20:21 GMT -7
Asya gets to work immediately, bending at the knees to grab the first body and lifting it from the ground like it weighed little more than a rug. She throws the dead man over her shoulder the same way, blood dripping onto the concrete in a slow idle pace from the gaping hole in the back of his head, and carries him towards the car. Barton gathers up the other man, slinging a limp arm around his neck and getting all 200 pounds of criminal into the air.
This isn't the first time he's had to clean up a mess. Truthfully, working for SHIELD was more this than really anything else. It became routine: follow a lead, find a body, and erase any evidence that anything ever happened. It's one of the reasons why he left. While he's never taken a life with his own hands, the blood of innocent people walking through limbo with no name and no real justice still stain his skin. He remembers the boy, the kid, looking so relieved when supposed heroes showed up to rescue him from his captors. He remembers the same boy, the same kid, explode in a cloud of blood and dust.
With one hand and a single pull, Asya breaks the lock on the rear door. She throws the body across the length of the back seat, wincing faintly when what remains of the man's head collides with the door handle on the other side. It's the first time Barton has seen her express any real emotion besides anger this entire night. "You alright?" He asks in a strained voice as he too slides a body into the seat. Asya has taken a step back, one hand on her hip, the other wiping a spot of blood from her cheek. There's a slight tremor to her fingers, but she hides it almost as soon as he notices.
"Who is driving?" She asks, face hardening once more.
"I will, but..." He swings the door closed, having to use a lot more force than necessary to get it to stick in place. "We're going to have to all cram in the front seats."
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Mar 4, 2017 17:43:53 GMT -7
Emily watched as Asya lifts one of the bodies like it's well nothing. She still couldn't get over the fact that there were some people out there stronger than her. Steve definitely had been one of them. She pushed that thought out of her head because that was the last thing she wanted to be thinking about right now. No she wasn't like Teresa, she could control her emotions but also she didn't have a vibration manipulation ability running through her. It also made her realise that she was pitifully human when it came to the super-soldiers and people with abilities.
She pushed that thought away from her mind before looking up when the sound of a door shutting hit her. She glanced back towards the roof before moving towards the car. "Either way we're going to have to get out of here" she said and looked towards Barton.
It felt like her adrenaline was running out and now it was sinking in just how bad this really was. They had helped someone take out two men by bringing them outside, they were the last three to see them alive so really that blame was going to fall on them. Nat was probably going to be pissed about this. They never intended to actually kill anyone, just get the info that they needed but of course now they had two bodies on their hands and a lot of questions, or at least Emily did. She bit on her lip and then looked between the two of them before putting her eyes on Asya.
"I'll take the middle" she muttered.
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