#trainedinacircustent

[agentromanova-blog]

The entire flight from S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters to the dropoff point just outside Kiev had been silent. The only time either of them spoke on the jet was when Kovarko had made radio contact with them and informed them that the meeting was to take place tonight, and had given them details of the rendezvous point.

After logging off from her comm set, she pulled off her earpiece and sighed. She hoped that the tip-off that the agent had received wasn't a false lead, or worse, a trap of any sort. She turned her head to talk to Clint who was sitting across the aisle, but decided against it at the last minute, deciding to slip instead back into uncomfortable silence.

[yoursfuriously-blog]

Attn: Agents Barton and Romanoff

We have a situation in Ukraine. Prelim intel from Agent Kovarko suggests that there is increased movement in illegal firearms across the border. It is also worth noting that foreign Ukrainian agents by stationed abroad by the various organized crime clans have been spotted flying home within several days of each other. Known Russian, Serbian and Romanian affiliates to the clans are also entering the country. Something big is going down and Kovarko thinks it's a good idea if it gets checked out, in case something big and nasty is going down.

Kovarko reports a rumour from one of his 'little birds' that Bogdan Drachyenko, one of the more notorious organized crime boss in the Kiev area, has ordered a reshuffling in his men's ranks in 'preparation for the meeting'. We do not know what this meeting is about, but Kovarko reckons that it is taking place soon.

I want you two to meet up with Agent Kovarko in Kiev and find out what you can. Report your findings to me and I will dictate the next step of action as deemed necessary.

Good luck.

[agentromanova-blog]

It had been too long, far too long.

Natasha found herself pausing at the entrance of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. She was dressed in her usual uniform: the same skintight black suit, only with half the usual arsenal of weapons that she carried. This was her first day back in active duty and she couldn't believe that she was actually feeling nervous. Anxiety wasn't in her vocabulary; in fact, it shouldn't be.

She took a deep breath and swiped her ID card. The door hissed open and she stepped in with as much self-assurance as she could muster. Not ten steps down the hallways and she could feel eyes from all directions fixed upon her. She caught whispers and murmurs behind her back but none intelligible enough for her to make out.

Natasha hardened her expression and continued walking. She didn't have the time, nor the capacity, to stoop to their levels. They could speculate all they want. The Black Widow, the most infamous elite agent to have been reported as defected, had returned home.