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“This is nothing to do with professionalism,” Natasha snaps back. “It’s all to do with your inability to work with another agent in any meaningful manner. Contrary to public opinion, this mission is not about your professional pride.”
Her glare turns ice cold at the press of his finger to her lips, and she momentarily - unprofessionally - considers biting it off. However, she forces herself to relax, nodding to show that she’s heard the sound too. Slipping out of reach once more, she makes her way down the dark corridor, moving almost inaudibly towards the second keypad.
"Incorrect. I was more than willing to work with you, but you began making unnecessary comments and snapping at me for every little thing that I did." He simply stepped past her, shaking his head. "Argument over. I'm not going to let you turn this unprofessional any longer."
He pulled out his phone, checking that there were no cameras hidden in the room, and that if there was, they were put on a loop to show the room empty.
