[ The setting: a warehouse, by the docks, more shadow than light. It's not quite the cliché, because the place isn't abandoned. A handful of nondescript, tattooed men appear blurry and out of focus in the background of the transmission feed. Most of them are moving around, a few are standing still and menacing, thick fingers wrapped around automatic weapons. And in the foreground, bald and mean and sharp enough you can see the spit string from his mouth when he yells, is the leader.
This isn't an accidental post, but the man standing before you has no idea he's being recorded. He is also probably not Natasha Romanov, who owns this network connection according to the helpful label. ]
[ Says the man: ]Heh. I finally caught you, you dumb bitch. You didn't know I'd have cameras, did you?
[ Natasha's voice comes through, level, though it's obvious she's restrained somewhere off-camera. Says Natasha: ] I didn't know you were smart enough to keep those drugs for yourself. Bobrisky was going to betray you, you know. It's good you slaughtered him and his men before he got the chance.
[ The man is a bit surprised by this response. Says the man: ] Yeah… yeah. He had it coming. And so do you. [ He flips open a switchblade. ]
[ Says Natasha: ] Is that so? [ Her voice is still placid. ] Well then. Come and get me.
[ On one of the crates, in plain view of the communicator, is the address of the warehouse. Clearly visible. It's almost as if someone had planted it. ]
OOC: Responses will be ICly delayed a few hours for obvious reasons. Action responses welcomed also if you'd like to get ur Avengers Assemble on.