-we need a name
--Four days without an incident.
The first word was smeared and crooked, as if it had been constantly erased and re-written on the dirty, white board. The woman who held the marker, had signs of exhaustion and frustration, for her jaw was clenched and her eyes absent in a desperate attempt to think about the possible outcomes if her mission was not completed with success. The words on the board had been giving her a headache for the past seven months and they seemed to grow worse by the day. She truly had no idea how the pattern would evolve, how to track down her target and stop possible genocide.
It all began when a certain agency appeared on SHIELD’s radars, and after a thorough investigation, experts and agents had dismissed it as just another minor drug company that happened to traffic unknown ingredients for the current government. They had been utterly mistaken. Soon, the ‘minor’ company was behind three murders directly linked to SHIELD—two field agents and a researcher. And that was when Director Fury called in the Delta Team, the Hawk and the Widow, as well as his elite group of superheroes who called themselves The Avengers. But the mission’s burden fell over Natasha’s shoulders above all, because she had been the one to actually discover that the apparently harmless company had created a drug that effectively toyed with the human mind enough to turn the brightest of the brightest into wild, crazy animalistic baboons who craved human flesh and bones.
She was giving up, to be honest, because she could not pin-point a dealer or a consumer, she was blank. Four days without an incident. Four days after she had to watch a civilian lose his life due to his incapability to actually reason. All because of some random drug that she couldn’t track. Natasha stared at the board for hours until Director Fury spoke from behind her, “The Bureau is getting into this.”
“Why?”
“This is technically not our division, Agent Romanov. And they are puttin’ a damn whole lot of pressure on my shoulders to catch that bastard. Or bastards.”
“I still don’t see how the FBI gets involved with SHIELD, sir. I can do this.”
“No you cannot. Not alone. They have this sub-division of brilliant kids that will come and give you a hand. Be nice.”
But she was not entirely convinced she wanted help from anyone. Especially direct government agencies like the behavioral analysis unit or whatever.
