Team Kenzi!
Natasha was a walking arsenal of weapons - guns, knives, explosives, tear gas pellets, a whole variety of goodies strapped to her belt and in the pockets. In addition to the mini-bottle of vodka, which she'd finished off prior to setting out on this excursion. The Widow's Bite bracelets were charged and ready, humming slightly enough so that her sensitive ears picked up on it - mostly she was ready to electrocute the fuck out of something. That they were by the lake was even better - she could make demon soup, hot and steamy.
"I doubt civil negotiations are the answer here."
The remark was dryly amused, and she pulled her leather glove tighter over her wrist, fingers flexing. "Shall we get started, then? The sooner we figure out how to get rid of that thing, the better."
Whatever the process was, it clearly had to do with the mark on Kenzi's hand. They just had to make sure nothing happened to her before the deed was done.