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Natasha made the first move; she jumped up high, grasping a tree that rested by the side of the fence. Then she swung herself up onto the branch before scurrying along nearer to the boundary. When she could go no further on the tree, she hesitated, taking in a deep breath before she jumped. Isabella held her breath as she watched her sister sail above the razor wire on the fence. But she needn't have worried for her sister landed crouched down on the other side.
Isabella went next. She used the same branch that her sister had used, but this time she could feel it swaying back and forth as it rocked under her weight. She held her arms out to keep her balance. She bent her knees ready for jump, but for some reason the gap looked so much bigger when it was her turn to jump it. .. and the razor wire looked that much sharper and more deadly. But there was no alternative – this was her mission. Isabella took a deep breath in before she too made the leap. As she was in the air, she could feel the wind brush past her before she too, touched down on the other side. A few minutes later, Clint had joined them.
The building was only a few feet away, but there were security cameras everywhere, watching their every move – they couldn't be spotted or it would jeopardise the entire mission. The cameras were the moveable ones that looked left to right every few seconds, so in theory all they would have to do would be to pick the right time to go. It sounded easy, but putting the theory in practise wouldn't be quite so much so.
"3… 2… 1… go!" Clint counted up in from beside Isabella. Then, as stealthily as they could, they darted forwards. Natasha got to the nearest window first. Taking out a pin from her hair, she began to pick the lock. Seconds later, they were in, just as the camera turned their way.
"That was close." Isabella breathed once they were inside.
"Yeah," Natasha agreed. They were in some sort of narrow corridor that turned off just a little way up. Either side, doors sprung up to greet them, leading them into the various rooms beyond.
Just then, three men came running round the corner. Spotting them, one of them turned to yell out to anyone else in the building. That would be disastrous. Nevertheless, Isabella needed have worried, as before he could let out even the smallest squeak¸ he found an arrow in his throat as he crumpled to the ground. Isabella and Natasha rushed up to the other two. Natasha got out some sort of wire from her pocket. Jumping up onto one of the men's shoulders, she yanked it around his neck, and watched as the life went from his eyes as he was strangled. Isabella had a different approach, which was still just as effective. The agent came forward as if to strike her, but she swiftly dodged his attack, before she held up her hand and punched the man in the face. Blood squirted out from his nose, but thankfully by that point he had already splayed out on the floor, knocked out. Then, without a word to each other, they all dragged their victims into a small room to the side of them. It seemed pretty ominous to Isabella, leaving bodies on the floor, but it was the best place for them. Hopefully no one would discover them any time soon. They then went back out into the corridor
"Left or right?" Clint asked Natasha. Isabella understood – they had to split up so one person would go one way down the corridor, and the other two would go the other.
"Left." Natasha stated, "Take Isabella with you."
"Good luck." Isabella told Natasha seriously
Then they split up. Isabella followed Clint down their chosen path. The corridor was dark – there were shadows again – her dreaded fear. She wondered whether it would be a good idea to check the rooms that they were passing either side of her, but Clint seemed to have other ideas. He led her all the way to the end of the corridor, crouching down beside an air vent. It was an industrial size one – plenty of room to crawl down without getting spotted. Clint looked up at her with a grin – it's been said before, but I guess a guy can't be called Hawkeye without god reason too. He opened up the panel and crawled inside, Isabella following him. Before they went too far, Isabella turned around and slotted the panel back in place. To anyone looking from outside, it would seem as though they were never there.
Clint was obviously well used to vents. He seemed to know exactly which paths should be taken. Before long, he stopped. Turning around, he held his finger to his lips – a signal to be very very quiet. From somewhere below them, two men were talking in a room. They couldn't see them, but they could certainly hear them.
"SHIELD won't stand a chance." One of them grunted,
"The preliminary attack already proved that we can easily get inside their forces." The other agree."
"When master gives the orders, we will crush them easily, and take back what is rightfully outs. The other bases will rise up with us. They cannot stop us." Clint and Isabella looked at each other in alarm – what other bases? Who were these people?
"We will win the war." The other replied. Isabella heard a door swing shut – they were gone.
"We should get back to Natasha." Clint whispered, "This is bigger than we can handle." He said, as Isabella shuffled back down the vent. She could tell that Clint didn't have any more idea what was going on than she did, just that it was bad news. So much for an easy first mission – now things were going to get tough.
Hi guys. Another chapter for you. A huge thank you to and to Demigod-GallagherGirl for the reviews – you guys are awesome! Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.
