Natalia Romanova ( 616 ) (clearmyledger) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-23 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | *narrative, natasha romanoff |
Marvel Narrative, Natasha R
Her day as Karen Brown had begun rather simply. Dark bangs that didn’t quite want to stay in place brushed the top of wire-rimmed glasses that sat over dark blue eyes was pushed back irritably as she walked across the main floor of the Triskelion. Part of her annoyance was evidenced by the coffee stain on her light gray blouse, and the slight limp she walked with, thanks to the heel of her shoe having broken off, earning her a couple of absentminded sympathetic looks from other women who passed by. The security guard only gave her a cursory glance as her badge was scanned, deciding to keep his thoughts to himself because clearly Ms. Brown was having a bad morning. He did take a few seconds to watch her as she walked to the elevator, enjoying the view – but he did that with all the female employees, so this was nothing new.
In the elevator, after stating her destination, “Research and Development”, in a voice with a faint South Carolina accent, she glanced down at her watch while sipping from her coffee, checking the time as so many others were. Once she got off at her level, Ms. Brown headed directly to her office with a faint wave at a nearby coworker, and shut the door once inside. Immediately, she moved to her desk and booted up her system while kicking the heels off underneath. Within seconds, she was in Karen Brown’s computer, hacking her way through files while covering her tracks. She would have rather gotten her information as far from this building as possible, but these files had been inaccessible from any other network except inside the Triskelion itself. A small jumpdrive was removed from the lining of her bra, and she inserted it into the computer, downloading the information that she would review later that day. When that was finally done, a call came in, perfectly timed. There was a knock at her office door and the receptionist poked her head in.
“Ms. Brown? I’m sorry, but your super just called. There was a fire at your building and…well, they need you to come down there to clear out a few items.” Giving an annoyed sigh, “Karen” waved her hand. “Tell him I’ll be there in twenty minutes, and cancel my appointments for the rest of the day.” Once the woman left the office, she returned the jump drive to her bra’s underwire, then erased her search history and powered down the computer. Grabbing coffee cup (never leave evidence behind) and pulling her shoes on, she straightened the keyboard again, then left.
Thirty minutes later, Natasha sat in a small coffee shop on the other side of Washington, a hoodie pulled up over her once again red hair as she scanned files on a tablet in her hand. There was no outward reaction, but within she went cold. Project Insight was in the very early stages of development…but it was there.