Hey guys! So, this is my first story, so don't get mad if it isn't that good. O,h and english id not my mother toungue, so if you find any erros, let me know please. This story will feature 3rd party characters.
"So this is it…" the girl whispered looking around. "The cage that killed a demigod!" She said louder.
"Almost." The agent corrected. "Almost killed a demigod. And besides, that's not what this was built for."
"Oh, I know." She stated with a smile in her face. "I just can't stop to feel honored to be kept locked inside of such place. Am I that dangerous? Am I that good?"
"You killed one of the best agents this agency's ever seen without blinking." The older women gave her a hatred look. "So yes, you really are that dangerous because there aren't many who can kill a man like him."
"Oh, shut up. Barton had it coming!" she yelled.
24 HOURS EARLIER
"It's been 45 minutes, where is he?" the agent looked around through the room.
She felt a warm hand squeezing her waist. "Natasha, calm down, you're overreacting. He's a politician, did you expect him to get here on time?" he joked and the girl leaned to the bartender balcony.
"Clint, he's not a politician, he's a sick psychopath with a healthy wallet."
"Kinda fits the party, don't you think?"
She observed the room closer. Politicians, they're all the same: a bunch of college boys who get out thinking they can actually make a difference. That they will be different from the other. Most of them are right, but the government fever doesn't take a lot of time to infect them. It starts with one lie. One deal under the table. One favor. Then another, and another, and when they look around they're as dirty as the ones they've taken the sit for. And then they are damned to wear fancy tuxedoes in a party where everyone smiles but no one really wants to be in.
"Yeah, he certainly does." She drank a bit more of Champaign. "Too bad we have to protect him, all I want to do is shoot him."
"That makes two of us." He checked the room one more time.
"All teams, I have eyes on the target."A voice was heard on the agents' com. "He's moving towards the president."
"This is Barton, stand down. I repeat: no one makes a move without my order." Clint said to the other teams.
"Copy that."
"Good luck." Natasha wished her date has he was moving towards their target.
Something caught her attention. A girl was heading his way, but she had a strange walk. As if something was keeping her legs apart. As if she had a gun holster in her thigh.
Her thinking was quick. The girl was about 10 feet away from both the President and her target, Deputy Secretary General Leonard Hokinson. If she was a hit-man she could easy shoot them from there, but she seemed professional, she wouldn't risk everyone see it, and besides, there was a lot of people around the two man.
"I got her." Barton said as he took the girl through her arm and dragged her to the service enternce.
Natasha tried to hear them through the com as she was approaching the Deputy and the President.
"Who are you?"
"I am nobody, why did you drag me here?"
"There aren't a lot of women who wear a gun holster on her thigh with a backless dress."
"There aren't a lot of men who can notice that."
And that was it. The line went dead, she couldn't hear him anymore.
"Mr. Deputy, the Prime Ministry from Chad has arrived. If you would." The man looked at her and soon realized it was time to get out of there.
The extraction team left the building with Hokinson and the other ones were securing the place from other possible threats. Natasha ran to the service entrance and froze. The place was empty, but there was blood. There was a lot of blood. No one could possible survive that kind of bleeding. If it had been Barton to kill the women we would still be there with the body.
Natasha could only think one thing: he was dead.
I know it's small, but i just really wanted to know if I hould go on, would you plz tell me? Oh, and reviews are appreciated ;)
