When Clint’s voice sounded over the comm link Natasha cursed under her breath in Russian. Why could these things never be easy?
“Will we still be able to blend back into the crowd and leave normally, or are we going to need an alternate escape route?” she asked Clint, giving Polanski an annoyed look when he clearly thought she was talking to him and started crying that he didn’t know and that he wouldn’t say anything and that his feet had already started going numb.
The drug she had given him wasn’t actually a paralytic. It was designed to make him disoriented, groggy, unable to think clear enough to fabricate a believable lie. Clamping his legs between her thighs, though, along with the grogginess was enough to give the illusion of paralysis.
“It’s working quicker than I thought,” she said, affecting concern. “You better talk quick.” Holding the recorder close to his lips to catch every utterance, she smiled slightly, a dangerous smile, when he started blabbering about everything she could possibly want to know.
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“Will we still be able to blend back into the crowd and leave normally, or are we going to need an alternate escape route?” she asked Clint, giving Polanski an annoyed look when he clearly thought she was talking to him and started crying that he didn’t know and that he wouldn’t say anything and that his feet had already started going numb.
The drug she had given him wasn’t actually a paralytic. It was designed to make him disoriented, groggy, unable to think clear enough to fabricate a believable lie. Clamping his legs between her thighs, though, along with the grogginess was enough to give the illusion of paralysis.
“It’s working quicker than I thought,” she said, affecting concern. “You better talk quick.” Holding the recorder close to his lips to catch every utterance, she smiled slightly, a dangerous smile, when he started blabbering about everything she could possibly want to know.