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The only thing going through Natasha’s mind was a long stream of swears. The mission was suppose to be a joke, but something told her one of her underlings had been fed bad intel. Or gave bad intel. Either way, someone’s head was getting yanked off as soon as her boots hit Pandora. If she got back. Dodging around Helios, looking like the typical piece of Pandorian trash the people of Hyperion hated, she was starting to think getting back was a god damn pipe dream.
Her luck had a habit of running out rather quickly, and as she turned a corner, Natasha slammed full on into... someone, she didn’t care who, because she heard footsteps headed in their direction. A hand slammed around the strangers mouth and she drug him into the nearest door, slamming it behind them. The poor soul she’d grabbed didn’t look like he could hold his own against a pack of kittens, but she still pulled her revolver out and pointed it at his face. “Scream for help and I’ll see exactly what’s in that pretty head of your’s, alright?”










