he who hesitates is toast

About half the pot of coffee is gone, and she's spent more time on the phone with Sitwell than she'd ever wanted. Steve had gone to ground, she'd told him. She'd continue to try and make contact, while tracing what tracks she can.

Currently, that means walking through her apartment, her Kahr snug at the small of her back and her phone in her hand, as the city lights up around her.

Steve and Nat haven't called. But they will. They will.