Katarina yawned. She squinted and blinked her eyes to reset, pinching the bridge of her nose to relieve some of the strain set to her vision since she was reading reports and watching footage on digital screens. She had been stuck at the office for some time now, typing away at her keyboard, tapping her pencil on the desk, shaking her leg anxiously just to keep herself awake. Sleep eluded her lately; she hadn't really had a good night's sleep, in days, ever since they'd uncovered a piece of the mystery surrounding the investigation with McGarret: The Rougarou, or Loup-Garou, she learned, were one in the same. It was beyond the norm of your typical wolf-man studies she'd learned in her basic briefing, but it would take some time to let some of this knowledge settle in.
"You staying over night or something?" Geoffrey called over from his perch. The Tech Pit had a direct line of sight to her workspace she shared with Matt, and that was a pity. It just meant he would call over to her more often than she'd like. He had tamed down some, which was nice. Maybe it was because she was working not only with Matt but with Klaus and Cole, which meant she had the Divison's strongest agents at her disposal, including herself. Nevermind that Klaus wasn't really speaking to her, at least, not the way he used to, for the last few days either. Nevertheless, she preferred a tamer Geoffrey who wasn't trying to get in her pants very chance he could get.
"Yeah you'd like that, wouldn't you?" She said with a bit of mischief in her voice, just giving him a hard time. She yawned again and eyed her watch. "I'm off, actually. Supposed to meet the boys at the Abby for a bite. The usual."
"Agent's Cox and Schmidt?" Geoffrey asked, with his eyebrow raised.
"Bauer and...Bauer, if you have to know you nosy lil Naff--I'm surprised Wayne didn't tell you since you boys tell each other everything, right?" She teased, as Geoff was Wayne's best friend after all. "Anything else you have for me on your Man in Black?"
Geoff nodded, "Always. I'll send over what I can when it's all rendered here from the CCTV copy. Have a drink for me, yeah?"
"Sure. Night Geoff." Katarina tucked her files into her briefcase and started towards the door. It was a quiet ride through the elevator and into the garage. She only heard her footsteps echoing through the concrete parking lot, until she reached her car. It was on a few blocks to the Abby, but parking was often a pain in the ass, even on a weekday. Traffic was decent, but as she suspected, she ended up having to park around the corner from the bar. It was in a decent neighborhood, thank goodness, but the darker alleyways provided a more low key, creepier vibe than she was comfortable with. Kat always had her backup with her, and other things if she needed it, concealed on her person at all times to make sure she wouldn't run into any trouble without proper protection. Even to places as 'harmless' as the Abby, she couldn't let her guard down.
April still meant there was a nice chill breeze in the evening, so she hugged herself in her duster and kept her case close. Wayne would probably scold her about leaving her work at the office or even in her car, but there was information on her that she wanted to keep safe, stuff she didn't want in the wrong hands. She'd been looking into Jameson Bauer again, or Jack as he so loved to go by. Wayne would have known that name right away. He would have scolded her apart from Will, since he didn't need to know all of the gritty details of their family. Something about the 'Parallel' as she'd grown to call it, brought up memories of her late father and brother--something triggered the sense that there might have been pieces of her life gone because they belonged to somewhere else. Jameson Bauer's files were not easy to come by, and she wondered if she would be able to track them down again if they were lost. But--her main goal was to make sure these were kept safe.
As she walked down the alleyway, she listened again. There were faint footsteps in her peripheral--far enough that she couldn't reach. Katarina cast a sideways glance over her shoulder, but no one was there. It grew louder as she walked, until she finally turned around. Her eyes tried to reach beyond the smoky alleyway, in all directions, but no there was no one in sight. Why you decide to take the darkest alleyway to a bar is beyond me, Kat...
But as she tugged on the strap of her shoulderbag (as she referred to it as a young person's briefcase), Katarina started to turn and continue her trek toward the bar where she would be rewarded with a nice cold drink with her family. Unfortunately for her, she was greeted by a very large man, who provided a very large barricade in her path.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry." She said, softly. It was text-book gang-up that was about to happen, but they probably didn't know she was an agent who could kick their ass six ways from Sunday. Katarina wanted to avoid having to fight, since she was without sleep for days wanted to just be on her way.
"I don't think so..." He said with a smile, glancing up at his partner who had just circled around her.
So sloppy, Kat...These guys are twice your size..."
"Whatever it is you're looking for, you need to stop." The other one said from his stance behind her, but the way she was turned, she could see him clearly.
"Not sure I know what you're meaning by that." Katarina hadn't pulled the 'play dumb' card that much lately so she was about due to use it here.
The one in front of her cracked his knuckles, and rested his hands at his side, where she could see the glint of a blade sheathed at his hip. "We were told to tell you to stop poking your nose into places where it doesn't belong..."
"Threatening a government agent will get you some time, boys. You're just lucky I'm about due for a pint right now--" As she tried to push past him, she was immediately stopped by the next words...
"You are to cease all further investigations into Jameson J. Bauer. That's not an request, Ms. Government Agent. It's an order."
Katarina stood up straight now, in a more defensive situation. She knew a threat when she heard one, but this one struck her in a different way, one that made her uncomfortable and paranoid. She gulped. The information was in her bag, but they didn't need to know that. They didn't need to know how many clearance hoops and channels she had to dive through to obtain the old MI:5 file on her own father. He was practically a ghost, and she didn't even have proper access...his own blood. She worked hard the last few days to gain this intel...there was no way she was going to let it get into the wrong hands.
Alright...I don't think I'm going to get that pint just yet... She glared at the larger man, the armed one, and looked over at the thin man with the same emotion. Aggravation. Katarina hadn't moved this fast in a while, other than maybe sparring. The opponents would be different than just playing padded-punch-me-lots in the garage with Wayne. Weapons would be involved. She reached into her the sheath under he duster and fetched her baton. She was fairly new to using it, and it had a non-lethal setting a bullet or a blade couldn't really switch to, and would make for less paperwork as opposed to her gun being discharged. It would be her last resort.
The blade-man reached for his weapon too, and made a quick swipe at her with it. It was a good size blade, maybe 18'' carbon steel Kukri by the looks of it. She had one hanging on her wall at home, so she was sure she knew how to use it, if only she had a way of getting this away from him. Katarina tried her best to dodge his swings but it was only a matter of time before thin man decided he wanted to get involved. She ducked under one of his punches, pulling the baton to extend and making a swipe at his legs. They folded under him and he fell to the ground, which gave her enough time to clear the distance between herself and the bladed man for another go. Katarina threw her baton directly at his forearm, aimed directly at the right nerve she was taught would disarm her foe in one hit. She just hoped it would connect. When the man yelled out in pain, she heard the knife and baton both hit the ground beside him and she ran for it, diving into a roll to take each weapon into her vacant hands. Blade in the left, baton in the right...Her trainer always found it strange that her off-hand did better with the blade than her leading hand, but that was a rare talent in itself.
They almost danced in a circle, a dark roundabout as she swiped at him with both weapons this time, appearing to have the upper hand. Katarina used a flurry of attacks, blade-baton to the left, then swipe in reverse to the right. He managed to move out of the way for one of them but the blade caught his shirt and tore horizontally, grazing over the thin layer of exposed hair and flesh, making him bleed. She grinned, finding a bit of pleasure in this, not in a malicious sense of causing harm but knowing that she'd made contact to do some damage would hopefully mean their retreat. Hopefully.
After returning to their original positioning, Katarina was facing the direction she wanted to head in the first place. The Abby was so close, yet so far, taunting her in the distance. The bigger man lunged at her, making a bold move to reach for his blade but when he whiffed, he extended a leg out to her and kicked her back. Unfortunately for her, the thin man had recovered, standing up to catch Katarina as she staggered backward. He curled his arms under hers and over her shoulders, restraining her from behind, not allowing her to move as this gave the big guy a chance to get couple of cheap shots to her face and another to her gut. Katarina cried out and grunted with each hit, but then she laughed.
"Something funny?" The big man picked up his blade once again and stalked towards her, bloodier than he was before.
As the bladed man drew near, she just laughed again. "Didn't they tell you never to hit a girl?" Katarina spit whatever mixture of saliva and blood and other matter was in her mouth now. She craned her neck down and quickly pulled it back up, feeling the nose of the thin man pop and crack at the back of her skull. Katarina would most likely pay for that later, but he went for a slap to the face instead, perhaps to go a little easier on her. "What the hell do you want from me?" She asked, her lip twitching in defiance as she looked up at him. Katarina feared the worst but expected it all the same. These thugs didn't look like your typical goons that took advantage of a woman, they looked well-paid, well-dressed and from the fight in them, well-trained. Then, it hit her.
In the scuffle somewhere, her briefcase had fallen off of her shoulder, with her duster too, to the side. The information she wanted to keep safe was too far from her.
"Oh, is this yours?" The bladed man laughed, a hefty chuckle as he started towards her bag at an excruciatingly slow pace.
"No! NO! DON'T! NOOO!" She wriggled, but she couldn't break free from the thin man's tangling hold. Her baton was far away, her piece out of reach, and now the information she was trying to protect was going to be in the hands of these unknowns who came through with their violent threats. She was helpless. It would only be a matter of time before Will or Wayne started calling...but she desperately hoped they wouldn't come outside now. As much as she needed backup, it would only put them in danger.