Clint is not Legolas (imnotlegolas) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-11-03 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | hawkeye i, mockingbird |
Who: Clint and Bobbi
What: The marriedseparated couple are on a stakeout
Where: Outside an apartment building in NYC
When: Nov. 3
Status: Gdoc'd
Rating: On the low side.
Part of Clint couldn’t help but wonder if Coulson or Hill hated him. He was currently stuck in a car with his wife. Granted it was roomy for a car but still. He glanced over at the building and sighed before snatching the headphones and listening in on one of the bugs they had managed to plant in the suspect’s apartment. Hearing voices he groaned a bit melodramatically and looked at Bobbi.
“They’re talking in Russian! I don’t speak Russian,” he pouted. Granted he had been partnered with Natasha for years but that didn’t mean he knew much Russian. Just that she tended to call him a duubinya whenever he messed up. From his research, that meant idiot and that was the full extent of his Russian apart from spasibo. He tugged the headphones off and tossed them on the dash. “What exactly are we looking for again?” he asked. Hopefully this surveillance wouldn’t last as long as it had in Gotham with the two green agents.
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Bobbi couldn’t help but roll her eyes in the passenger seat as she looked through the camera lens. “Everything’s being sent directly to intellig-” She paused, because it looked like a guy coming down the street was headed straight to their apartment building, but he’d kept on walking.
She was really getting tired of this car. She didn’t care how late they were finished she needed to go run after this. “Besides they’re lining up buyers for the AIM tech their boss is selling, and they’re not particularly picky to who.” In other words to do business they’d probably have to jump to English. Bobbi looked down at tablet she was receiving real time translation on. “They’re arguing about what to eat.” She said. She hadn’t really needed to be told that. Her Russian wasn’t exactly that great, but how it was better than his after he’d spent that amount of time with Romanoff amazed her.
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Clint had noticed the guy too but watched as he moved away until he looked over at Bobbi. “I know they are,” he mumbled like a child who had been scolded. “But why not put someone who can speak Russian fluently in here?” He grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip of it, missing Natasha. But she was off on some deep cover mission or other and was out of touch. Hearing that their targets were deciding what to eat, he sighed. “What about our eating needs?” he asked. He had run out of his favorite protein bars a few hours ago.
“So what kind of tech are they looking to sell?” he asked, looking over at her. “Some kind of deathray or something? Lightsabers? Laser guns?”
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“Well, if you’d paced yourself…” She pointed out. “Damnit, Clint, do I need to call the wahhhmbulance?” Yes, the epitome of maturity there, but he just brought it out of her. “There’s a bodega down the block. You can go. That’s why there’s two of us.”
As for why they were there? Well, when AIM tech called? Bobbi answered. “I’m not sure, yet.” She said. She didn’t like not knowing. “But that’s why we’re here. I’m guessing it’s something more midsize.”
“A deathray? Really?” She didn’t comment on the lightsabers. She totally wanted Darth Maul’s.
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He waited until she wasn’t looking before he stuck his tongue out at her for a few seconds. He settled back in his seat and grabbed the headphones again. “It’s not like protein bars are meals. They’re snacks,” he grumbled. Then he remembered something. He had stopped by the bodega earlier… He shifted and slid into the back seat and grabbed a bag. He poked his head through the two front seats and held out a sandwich. “Hungry?” he asked. He grabbed a sandwich for himself before returning to his seat in the front and settled himself again.
“You never know how big a deathray could be!” he defended. He lifted the headphones to one of his ears and listened in. “If they have lightsabers though do we keep them from Natasha? I mean she’s dangerous enough without one…” Part of him still feared for his life for a prank he had pulled on her in switching out her good Russian vodka with Smirnoff.
“...well it sounds like they’ve stopped arguing about food...I think…”
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She took the offered sandwich with a nod of thanks. “I call dibs on lightsabers.” She said, picking up her own headphones. They were being fairly quiet, but she could here the TV. She was fairly certain they were watching How I Met Your Mother. Well, then. To each their own. She picked up the camera as a lady in a waitress uniform, juggling grocery bags and a sleepy toddler entered the door.
Bobbi snapped the picture not because she thought she was with them, but in these situations it was good to put a name and face to everyone who would be around.
She took a bite from her sandwich before setting it down on its’ wrapper on the dash. She flipped through the file. “I think it might be some sort of tech explosive. The people who seem interested aren’t the usual customers of the Russian mob.” Though how the Russian mob got a hold of it in the first place…
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“Which then begs the question how the hell did the Russian mob get ahold of this tech? Maybe AIM sold it to them? Or they’re acting like the middle men?” He took a bite of his own sandwich before tugging out a scope and peering at the building. Tapping a button the side he looked at the thermal images. “Looks like at least three people up there… Too much of an angle to see if that count is accurate though,” he added. He wished they could get in a building directly opposite of where the men were so they could have better eyes on them but they had to make do.
“You know what this job needs? A robotic bug thing that can be used for video and audio surveillance. Like in the Fifth Element movie. Stark could so make one too.” He set the scope down and leaned back in his seat. “Do we have a window for the sale?”
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“AIM cells selling technology for money isn’t unheard of, but they prefer to control how and when their tech is used. They’re fanatical zealots and like the credit.” She bit her lip, a habit she showed whenever she was deep in thought because something wasn’t making sense to her. “Unless someone’s turned tail and sold something for the cash to escape.” It did make sense. But she knew first hand what happened when you tried to leave the organization or if you were caught as a double agent. Or hell, if you had one too many failures. “That person’ll probably be dead by the end of the week.”
“Not yet, they’re lining up buyers still. I think they’re going for an auction.” Which is bad because of the big nasty people that could show up to that and do whatever with it, but it was good that all the bad guys might be in one room even if it was a dark net auction. Their techies could track all of them.
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Clint nodded some. Like Bobbi, he knew all too well of what AIM was capable of when it came to dealing with turncoats, failures, or double agents. Bobbi of course being the latter. “Ballsy if someone is trying to run from the organization. Stupid but ballsy.” Not that he was opposed to people leaving AIM but it was a hard thing to do even if you had help and all kinds of escape plans.
He let a slow breath out and watched some people pass by the building, making note of faces he saw. Auctions meant multiple buyers. That was going to be hard to keep track if it was an on site auction though he suspected that wasn’t the case. Such things were usually done in nice, high end hotels in foreign countries. “Are the tech boys monitoring the internet in the room yet or are they still playing World of Warcraft or Galaga?” he asked, taking another bite of his sandwich.
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“Stupid but ballsy is definitely one way to put it, but desperate people will do desperate things at times.” She picked up the camera again as a couple being lovey-dovey showed up at the apartment door. She snapped a picture, but then they started making out. Bobbi rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I think that’s as good a theory as any. If true, maybe we can try to find them and they’d have more information on it.” However, AIM had a headstart there. They probably already knew this was gone and who had taken it, if that was what had happened.
“They’ve been plugged in for days. Outside of some coded emails, which probably have to do with the sale… It’s been a ton of porn.”
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He nodded some in agreement with the theory. If the guy wasn’t dead yet he was well on his way to that state. “Think the Russians could know where he is?” he asked, looking over at her. It was a thought at least. Because if they did they could use the Russians to find the deserter and get him to safety...or as safe as one was in SHIELD custody. If your brother wasn’t the Norse god of thunder.
He looked over when she mentioned the porn and he arched a brow. “What? Did you watch it with the techs?” he asked, a small bit of jealousy in his voice. Separated or not, Bobbi was a good looking woman and Clint still did care for her.
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“Maybe? But probably not those idiots in there.” Their boss probably did. She flipped through the file again including the mug shots and records of the guys in the apartment. She picked her sandwich up and propped her feet up on the dash for a long moment. She shot him a look. “Are you kidding? No, I did not watch porn with the techies. Just read the report.” Which was grossly rather detailed in regards to genre and length of watching.
She watched for a minute and then suddenly her hand slapped out at his chest to get his attention. “We’ve got company.” She said, recognizing this guy from a list of associates. However one that didn’t have an arrest record. She motioned with her head to the guy coming up to the building, and she snapped a few pictures.
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He nodded some. They needed to find the boss then. He sipped on some water, not wincing at her look and he shrugged. “Had to ask,” he muttered. He didn’t ask about the report though. Mostly he didn’t want to know. That was too much information in his mind.
He had just taken a bite of his sandwich and was swallowing when her hand slapped his chest and he coughed for a minute before he shot her a glare. “Really? Are you trying to choke me?” he scowled. He looked out of the car though and studied the guy. “So there’s one player…” He grabbed a small pair of binoculars and looked at the man.
“....I really hope that Winter Soldier guy isn’t working for these guys…” he murmured.
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“I don’t know how he fits.” Bobbi said flipping through the tablet. “He’s a known associate, but there’s no criminal record.” She pushed the tablet towards Clint, grabbed the headphones and began to listen. This guy was a cousin of the guy with the biggest rap sheet, but was middle management at a call center. You couldn’t help who your family was or what they did, but it didn’t explain what he was doing here now.
Maybe he wasn’t as clean as they thought. She just didn’t think it would be plausible for him to be off their radar that much.
She ignored his Winter Soldier remark.
She winced and turned the volume down on the headphones as one of the men jovially and loudly greeted the other. “Well, they’re drinking.”
“God, I want to be drinking.”
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He took the tablet and studied it carefully, frowning as he read what they had on him. “Doesn’t seem like he should be here for the sale…” he murmured quietly. He glanced over at her when she mentioned that they were drinking. He grabbed his own headphones and listened in, his face growing thoughtful. He looked back down at the tablet and began looking at the stats for each of the men they knew were inside.
“Well...I think I know why they’re drinking,” he muttered. He brought up one of the men and held it out to her. “Someone’s a birthday boy.”
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Bobbi leaned over him to look at the tablet he was holding. It might have been a bit uncomfortably close for anyone else. But she couldn’t be bothered. “So I take it they’re probably not doing anything tonight.” She shook her head. A night wasted here.
But then some more men showed up in a group carrying brown bags with the emblem of the nearby liquor store. Bobbi started snapping pictures. “Putting names to every last one of you, just in case.” She said mostly talking to herself.
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He looked at her as she leaned in, shifting a bit. He wanted to ask why they had separated like they did but now wasn’t the time. “Probably not but you never know. How many times have parties been used overseas for international arms sales?” he pointed out. He put the tablet down and looked over at the men carrying in bags full of booze.
“Too bad it’s not a bachelor party,” he mused. He looked over at Bobbi, a playful smirk forming on his face. “You could have dressed up like a stripper and make sure nothing was going on up there.”
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“Don’t make me kill you with my thumb.” She said with a hint of a smile in her voice. He really was a dork, but a harmless one.
“I want to see who else shows up for this.” She nodded. There was a din of conversation over the headphones and it was extremely hard to hear what was going on with the several overlapping conversations, but it seemed to be very high spirits.
“Although later on, that might not actually be a bad idea.” She said seriously. “It’s as good a way in as any other.” She gained entrance into worse places in worse ways.
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He looked at her, a smile on his face and his blue eyes warm with her threat. “You keep making that threat,” he returned. He focused back on the door to the building, making sure no one else unexpected showed up.
“Sounds pretty jovial up there,” he said. “I wonder what kind of cake they’ll have…” Every birthday party had to have cake. It was a law somewhere. His head whipped over to her when she agreed his idea of her being a stripper might not be a bad idea.
“...I was joking,” he muttered, looking back at the door. But like her, it was a good way in to get better eyes on in the apartment. Hell, they could luck out and the item in question could be stored at the apartment. “If you do go the stripper route I suggest sexy cop. And make sure you have the handcuffs,” he winked.
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“Don’t push your luck. One day I might do it.” Which she realized is usually what she always said too. Oh well, she’d deal with whatever this was later. They really did have a job to do.
“Eat your sandwich.” She said tossing the rest of hers at him gently as well. “Quit wishing for cake because you’re going to make my sweet tooth come out with a vengeance.” She tried to listen to the conversations and make out anything, but the snippets she was catching was small talk and catching up.
“Do you think I packed a cop costume in the trunk?”
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“Promises promises,” he returned. He looked over and caught her sandwich with ease. He set her sandwich down and took a bite of his and he chewed slowly as he listened to the conversations, wishing he understood Russian better. Maybe he needed to pester Natasha about more lessons in Russian whenever she got back…
Catching her words about the cop costume question, he looked at her. “....a guy can dream,” he returned. He tugged out a pair of handcuffs. “I usually carry these after all. Like the boy scout motto, always be prepared!” He grinned and took another bite of his sandwich, some mayonnaise smearing on the corner of his mouth.
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She had no doubt that the techies could filter this audio and get a translation far better than her ears ever could. She glanced at the tablet where she was getting translation updates. It was far slower going now but nothing of interest.
“I think now we should just see if anyone has loose lips when drunk.” God, this was going to be a long night.