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redintheledger) wrote2013-05-06 07:58 am
redintheledger) wrote2013-05-06 07:58 am
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OOM: 2011, Moscow, Russian Federation
Tanya's employment at Club Pravda runs for fifteen days.
Her target, Fjodorov, has a pattern for when he is in town. Different girls, different nights, but he turns up most of the nights, and always at the same time. Departures vary, but that is a lack of pattern that is actually useful.
The trick is getting him to stay in town. He comes for several enough nights for plans to be arranged, and then vanishes, talking on his phone. After a brief conference, it is decided that Romanoff should stay in place and observe while she waits Fjodorov out.
(They put in a time-limit, of course.)
There is plenty to observe. Along with the spoiled brats of billionaires are government officials and organised criminals, all mixing together and meeting, flirting, cutting deals. Tanya serves them all with a smile, and Romanoff reports those she sees while her team follow the camera in her headband. It's useful...but not useful enough to justify staying in place for much longer.
Fjodorov shows up on Wednesday night.
He makes plans for Thursday, and Romanoff takes a moment in Tanya's break to breath deeply in relief.
Thursday, she wakes up shaking. There are people on fire still dancing behind her eyes, and even as she's stumbling over to the bathroom, she knows exactly what triggered that nightmare.
Note to Romanova, don't turn up at fucking Milliways until this is over, she tells herself firmly, and deliberately shoves the issue of Rae and glowing and bodies and strange inter-dimensional bars out of her mind.
She has work to do.
Despite the way Romanoff woke up, the start of Thursday's shift is uneventful. By which she means that it has no more the normal irritations for a busy and popular club that only has humans as patrons.
Fjodorov is comfortable at his table, with bodyguards, a bevy of beautiful girls, and a mixture of friends, contacts, and potential business partners drifting to and fro. By 1:37am, there is a lull, and the man seems to just watching the people on the dance floor.
Her target, Fjodorov, has a pattern for when he is in town. Different girls, different nights, but he turns up most of the nights, and always at the same time. Departures vary, but that is a lack of pattern that is actually useful.
The trick is getting him to stay in town. He comes for several enough nights for plans to be arranged, and then vanishes, talking on his phone. After a brief conference, it is decided that Romanoff should stay in place and observe while she waits Fjodorov out.
(They put in a time-limit, of course.)
There is plenty to observe. Along with the spoiled brats of billionaires are government officials and organised criminals, all mixing together and meeting, flirting, cutting deals. Tanya serves them all with a smile, and Romanoff reports those she sees while her team follow the camera in her headband. It's useful...but not useful enough to justify staying in place for much longer.
Fjodorov shows up on Wednesday night.
He makes plans for Thursday, and Romanoff takes a moment in Tanya's break to breath deeply in relief.
Thursday, she wakes up shaking. There are people on fire still dancing behind her eyes, and even as she's stumbling over to the bathroom, she knows exactly what triggered that nightmare.
Note to Romanova, don't turn up at fucking Milliways until this is over, she tells herself firmly, and deliberately shoves the issue of Rae and glowing and bodies and strange inter-dimensional bars out of her mind.
She has work to do.
Despite the way Romanoff woke up, the start of Thursday's shift is uneventful. By which she means that it has no more the normal irritations for a busy and popular club that only has humans as patrons.
Fjodorov is comfortable at his table, with bodyguards, a bevy of beautiful girls, and a mixture of friends, contacts, and potential business partners drifting to and fro. By 1:37am, there is a lull, and the man seems to just watching the people on the dance floor.
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His timing is excellent, stepping out of the shadows, coat blowing dramatically behind him. Several agents look up in surprise (and startled dismay).
"Come on. Let's take a walk."
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He knows better than to be surprised that Fury's there, but he wouldn't have objected to being allowed ten seconds to figure out how exactly he's going to explain this to the director.
"Yes sir."
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"How much should I be worrying, here? Is this a 'pick up an extra pack of TUMS' problem, or a 'call out the National Guard' problem?"
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"No National Guard," he says.
Yet.
"But I might need some time off-campus."
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He gives Coulson the eye. "I hope you're better at it than Romanoff is."
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"I'll take Lin and Isaacs. Sir."
Which is as good a 'please' as any.
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Just as dramatically as he entered, Fury sweeps off down the hallway. He pauses just before the corner.
"And Coulson? Bring my agent back. Preferably in mint condition."
Then, he's gone.
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