"Nothing you've mentioned sounds like my problem," Rebekah said coldly. Clint was a marine, a soldier, a sniper. He knew how to gather intelligence and it was no secret that Stefan and Elena had been freeing the humans from the various farms and camps that had sprung up around Everett. All Clint really needed to do was set a trap, if he were clever and Rebekah knew that he was, this mission would not be impossible.
As to Natasha's reservations, well their romantic problems were not Rebekah's concern. Perhaps there were simply things that Natasha needn't know about her boyfriend. Rebekah wondered how Natasha would react if she knew how many people her darling Clint had ruthlessly murdered over the past few years.
"How badly do you want to be rid of me, Clint?" Rebekah asked him. If he wanted it badly enough he would work for it and find a way to bring her Elena and Stefan's heads. They were older vampires but Clint had his own advantages and she thought he was up to the task.