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A few minutes later, Clint and Isabella had gone back to wandering along the corridor, however this time they were looking for Natasha. The mission had just got a whole lot more dangerous that it had been already, and they needed to fill her in. Clint was worried about Nat not knowing how serious this was – he didn't want it to turn out like Budapest did. Suddenly everything seemed more risky. The adrenaline that was cursing through Isabella's veins was becoming almost unbearable.
Before long, they rounded a corner. A silhouette of a women could be seen in the background. For half a second, Clint wondered who it was, then he shook his head. How could he get so confused – it was his partner for goodness sake? Mind you, the Black Widow was good. More confidently, he walked up behind her.
"Nat," he whispered once he had checked that there was no – one else around, "We've got to get out of here."
"I know," she replied. It was only at this moment that Isabella realised that she was holding a piece of paper. She raised it up so that they could see the outline of a document. Upon the parchment, words such as
"10 000 men now at out command," and "10 bases up and running" shone out of the page, all spelling out the same words – not good news at all. It was a plan – a brief plan with no actual names, or future events, but a plan that could only get worse. Clint hesitated before replying,
"We heard two men talking – they plan to take over shield. There are too many for us to kill." He seemed almost scared. But he couldn't be – Hawkeye was infamous for his abilities. Hawkeye didn't get scared… or did he? Natasha reached into her pocket, and pulled out three small round objects.
"They're explosives." She said to our questioning glances. Isabella knew what her sister what trying to say – they may not be able to destroy everyone today, but they could destroy this base. Clint reached out and picked up two, handing one to Isabella.
"We separate up, plant them and then get out of here." Natasha ordered.
"Meet up by the Jet?" Isabella asked
"Yeah." Clint replied. Then they went their separate ways. Isabella went back the way she had come whilst Natasha and Clint went the other way, before splitting off when they reached a junction.
Isabella was ready – In the red room department, she had been forced to do many missions like this. She joined them with her sister when she was 8. For some reason they had seen potential in the two sisters, and I guess that ultimately they were right. They started to train her, sometimes hours at a time where she would learn to be physically, mentally and emotionally fit for duty: a perfect worrier. But it was when her sister escaped when she was 12 that she started to question their regime – why should she kill people in any case. Realising who and what she had become, she began to retaliate. At first it was small things, like giving a member of the team a slip, or 'accidently' missing when shooting someone, but then they realised what she was doing. For around a year she was locked up 24/7. Alone, cold and with no hope of rescue. Soon after she escaped and tried to live her own life, but she now realised that she couldn't live without fighting. The adrenaline was like a drug to her that she couldn't get away from. The killings, shootings were all part of the excitement, but now she was using her skills for good, and for that she could be pleased.
So Isabella knew exactly how to plant the bomb in just the right position to create the maximum effect. She reached a door where there was a lot of noise from the other side. Eyeing the area, she spotted a loose floorboard just underneath the ground where she was. It was almost meant to be. Giving herself a small smile, she lifted it up and carefully placed the explosive inside of it before replacing the floorboard. Then she placed a hand to her ear and said
"It's in position," to her teammates through a handset.
"Good," Isabella heard Natasha answer, "Now get out of there." Isabella didn't need telling twice. As quietly as a mouse, she scurried across the floor towards the nearest window and opened it, being careful for any more cameras. Low and behold, there was one not far off. Choosing her time carefully, she climbed out of the window and ran up underneath the camera where there was a blind spot. Her favourite place – shadows! She thought bitterly.
The next step was getting out of the fence. There had been a tree the other side, but there was no such tree this time. Her eyes scanned the area like an animal looking for its prey. There was no ledge, lever or anything that she could use to get over it. It was impossible. Then she had an idea: keeping an eye on the camera, she ran on to the building wall and catapulted herself up and backwards, flipping in mid-air. It was a move that she had spent months perfected before…., and now the hard work had finally paid off, for she landed with a jolt back onto the other side of the fence.
Isabella glanced behind her, before she walked the short distance to the jet. Clint and Natasha were already there waiting for her. They were whispering to each other nervously, each glancing back into the trees to see when she would arrive. When she did, Clint passed her a small machine that had the classic 'big red button' on it.
"We though you would like to do the honours – you didn't really have a chance before." He said. Isabella had no hesitation. She pressed the button. A bang echoed off behind her and heat spread through the trees. A billow of flames rose up followed by an even bigger plume of smoke. Alarms started blazing as the huge compound exploded into a fireball. It felt good to do. This mission was over, but the main goal was far off.
Hey! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Another huge thank you goes to .7, and to Currahee506 for their reviews. It's really interesting to know what you think will happen… but you are just going to have to wait and see if you want to know the truth!