Capítulo 401: Stolen
Romanoff hummed as he cleaned his gun while sitting in a brown armchair, he was in a very good mood today, and his gruff, semi horrible humming showed it.
Romanoff narrowed his eyes when he heard his phone ring and he stopped cleaning his gun as he dropped the cloth and continued humming and he picked the call while still humming, indirectly telling the person on the other side of the line that she had interrupted him.
"Why are you humming Romanoff?" asked Alisa in suspicion as Romanoff stopped humming.
"It's a good day today" replied Romanoff with a smile.
"Hmm, and why?" asked Alisa as she was suspicious, Romanoff rarely hummed, except something truly good happened, or he just finished killing someone, either way, his humming was not something good for her.
"Can it not be a good day Alisa?" asked Romanoff in mild irritation at her questioning.
"I guess so, but knowing you… I doubt you are in a good mood for no reason at all" said Alisa.
"Well a man can be happy, what did you call me for?" asked Romanoff as he put down his gun on the table. He could not say that Alisa's suspicion was baseless, she knew him well, anyway, why would he not be happy, he had a sweet daughter who he would be taking to dinner this evening, that was more than enough reason for him to be happy.
"Sorry to ruin your good, happy mood but I have bad news" said Alisa.
"Out with it already Alisa, you know that I do not like unnecessary prolonging" said Romanoff.
"Your house was broken into last night, I just received the report from security company this morning" said Alisa.
"How unfortunate, what did the security cameras see?" asked Romanoff as he did not seem fazed at all.
"Nothing, they were switched off and there is no footage" said Alisa.
"Alright, what was stolen?" asked Romanoff.
"That's the thing Romanoff, I went there this afternoon to check on the place and everything seemed in order, nothing was stolen at all, I was even doubting if there truly was a robbery" said Alisa as she frowned and Romanoff frowned.
"Nothing was stolen?" asked Romanoff.
"Nothing" said Alisa as Romanoff frowned and narrowed his eyes.
"Then it wasn't a robbery, someone broke in knowing fully well what exactly they wanted" said Romanoff with a sneer as he stood up from the armchair and paced around the room as he looked out the window and he saw Jean approaching the front door.
"But what, you don't keep any important information at home" said Alisa as she looked through some files on her desk and she sorted them out quickly as she arranged them on her desk.
"Did you see my favourite gun?" asked Romanoff.
"Which one?" asked Alisa in confusion.
"The one in my study on the bookshelf, the one I got from my father" said Romanoff.
"Ahhh well come to think of it, now I'm not so sure, I didn't see it in its usual spot I had assumed that you had it with you" said Alisa.
"No I left it there, it is not with me" said Romanoff.
"Then it was stolen?" asked Alisa with uncertainty.
"Probably, and I know the bastard that would dare do that" said Romanoff with a scoff.
"Igor" said Alisa in worry.
"Yes that bastard Igor is the only one who would dare do such a thing, he wants to aggravate me" said Romanoff in irritation.
"What are you going to do Romanoff?" asked Alisa.
"Nothing, where is Igor?" asked Romanoff.
"He was sent to Mexico yesterday, he won't be back for a while" said Alisa.
"He lied, he knows that I will find him, so he probably ran away and with my gun as well" said Romanoff while scoffing.
"I do not have his time, he knows better than to damage my gun or I will kick out all his teeth and make him a necklace out of them" said Romanoff as Alisa flinched imaging the scene, that was something that Romanoff could definitely do.
"Calm down, we can report this to our superiors" said Alisa as Romanoff scoffed.
"That will do nothing, I will handle it when I am ready, make sure to lock my house and increase security" said Romanoff as he ended the call and Alisa frowned.
"Oh why you are welcome Romanoff" said Alisa with a scoff as she dropped her phone on her desk, the rivalry between those two was just annoying.
…
"You know Joy, I am worried about Maggy" said Michael as he and Joy were sitting on the grass outside as Maggy walked around them pecking away.
"Why??" asked Joy as her eyes were filled with worry.
"She's not a normal chicken, I haven't heard her cluck once" said Michael.
"That's not true Uncle Michael, she is a normal chicken, she clucks but only outside because mommy doesn't like the noise she makes, so I told her to be quiet when she is inside so mommy will let her play inside with me" said Joy as she explained seriously.
"And she listened to you?" asked Michael in surprise as Joy nodded.
"Yes she did, uncle Michael Maggy is a very good girl and she listens very well" said Joy with a smile.
"Ahh so she understands you and she can also speak English?" asked Michael as he laughed and Joy laughed as she nodded her head.
"Good to know" said Michael as he laughed.
"I will be right back Uncle Michael, I want to get some juice" said Joy as she stood up.
"Alright Joy" said Michael with a smile as Joy ran to the kitchen as Michael watched Maggy, she was such a strange chicken, it made him wonder just where Grandfather got her from.
"Hi Michael" said Natasha as she smiled and she saw Michael sitting on the grass as she walked to him.
"Oh hi Natasha" said Michael as he smiled.
"Where's Joy?" asked Natasha.
"She went to get some juice, and she left me here with Maggy" said Michael as he smiled.
"Of course she did, honestly Maggy worries me, I wonder where Grandfather got her from" said Natasha as she laughed.
"I was just thinking the same thing, either she's a magical chicken or Joy is very good at domesticating animals" said Michael as he laughed.
"I think it's a bit of both" said Natasha as she and Michael laughed.
"Anyway aha, before I forget, can you do me a favour?" asked Natasha.
"Sure what is it?" asked Michael.
"Tell Dom to order that the cargo ship set sail" said Natasha.
"Wait, you mean that cargo ship? The MSC that has been delayed for a while now?" asked Michael as Natasha nodded.
"Yes that one" said Natasha.
"But I thought that you and him agreed not to do anything with it?" asked Michael.
"That was before, now I changed my mind, he should let it sail" said Natasha.
"Alright, but why?" asked Michael as he knew how dangerous all of this was, that ship was carrying illegal firearms which they could do nothing about without implicating themselves and the entire shipping system, it was bad news.
"I will tell you late, but for now, tell your friend what I said" said Natasha.
"Got it, and you won't tell him yourself because?" asked Michael.
"You know I don't want to see him, that shouldn't be a surprise Michael" said Natasha as Michael knew that was true.
"I know, he is sorry, very sorry" said Michael.
"I know, but It still doesn't change anything drastically" replied Natasha, with their conversation last night, it made her remember memories that she did not think affected her anymore, but she was wrong.
He made her remember how things used to be before, before all the madness and hate, and honestly, she would rather forget all of those memories because they just made her blame herself more than anything else.
"Forgiveness is one thing, but forgetting is something else entirely" said Natasha.
"You know that you don't have to forget Natasha" said Michael.
"I know, but I would rather forget, it makes things easier" said Natasha with a smile.
"I'm sorry for being part of the people you want to forget" said Michael.
"You aren't Michael, only he is" said Natasha as she smiled.
"I know why you and the others sided with him, anyway this is old news, as I am getting older I realize just how meaningless everything is" said Natasha.
"True… but you will always be my friend, and I'm sorry" said Michael as he smiled and Natasha smiled at him.
"You are always my friend too Michael you know that" said Natasha as she smiled.
"I will see you later" said Natasha as she smiled.
"See you" said Michael as Maggy clucked and both he and Natasha laughed as Natasha shook her head and walked into the kitchen.
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