The Soldier's Goddess

It was 5.30am local time the following day when the plane touched down at the private air field, just outside Tel Aviv's city.
"I'll never get used to all these time zones and time changes," grumbled Kari. Nat had been trying to explain to her that when they go home, they would technically be going back in time, without using time travel. My head hurts, she had replied, making Nat laugh. Two jet black Mossad cars were waiting for them when they came off the plane, ready to take them back to Mossad HeadQuarters.
"קארי, אני מניח?" [Kari, I assume?] asked their escort, smiling, as Kari walked forward and held her hand out. She nodded.
"כן, בוקר טוב." [Yes, good morning.] she replied, with a warm smile.
ברוכים הבאים לתל אביב. אם אתה בא איתנו, אנחנו יכולים להשיג כל מה שאתה התיישב ברבעים שלך לכמה השעות הבאות, עד לאסיפה מתחילה מאוחר יותר הבוקר." [Welcome to Tel Aviv. If you come with us, we can get you all settled in your quarters for the next few hours, until the meeting starts later this morning.]
"תודה." [Thankyou.]
They climbed into the cars, Steve, Kari, and Phil in one, Tony, Nat, and Clint in the other.
"Did you have a good flight?" their escort asked? "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to say, my name is Amos."
"Pleasure to meet you, Amos," Steve smiled. "It was a good flight, thankyou. Long though," he joked, and Amos laughed. Kari looked over at Coulson, who had a folder open, and was reading through some files, a pen in his hand and a frown on his face.
"Don't worry about him," she said to Amos. "He likes to get ahead of the game when working, especially on a mission."
The cars wove around the city centre, and they all looked out of the windows, amazed at the beauty of it all. Tall sky scrapers were lining the streets, little alleyways leading off in between them filled with, what looked like local shops, cafes, markets, and so on. They drove for another half an hour, until they came up to the gates of what could have been a country estate.
"We are here," Amos smiled. The black, wrought-iron gates opened, and the two cars drove slowly up the gravel driveway, flanked either side by thick fir trees and lush grass, as green as a field of zucchini. The building in front of them looked similar to an English country estate, only larger. When they climbed out of the cars, they were told not to worry about their bags, someone would bring them up, but to follow Becky. Becky was a beautiful Israeli woman, with long dark hair, and captivating dark brown eyes.
"Come with me," she smiled warmly at the S.H.I.E.L.D agents, as they followed her into a reception hall that wouldn't have looked out of place at the Ritz, in London. "This is Mossad HeadQuarters, we have rooms made up for you all to sleep in while you are here as our guests." Natasha and Kari were in one room, while Steve and Clint were in another, and Tony and Phil occupied the last room. Kari didn't even attempt to take anything off, before falling into bed and snoring as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Four hours later, they were on their way into a shady part of the city. Coulson was heading up an extraction, hoping to arrive at the meeting point before Carver got there.
"Right, want me to set up?" Nat asked.
"No," Coulson shook his head. "I want you and Barton up on the roof, in case they try and escape. Plus I want Barton looking out for Carver from up high, where he won't be seen." She nodded and the pair ran off. Coulson turned to Tony. "Stark, I want you close by, in case of...."
"Yeah I know," Tony said, and went off to take his place and wait.
"Steve, Kari, you're with me. Kari you know how to fight? Coulson asked.
"Bit of a stupid question now we're here isn't it, sir?" she said. "But yeah, I can fight, don't worry."
"Good, because there may not be any need for it, but you never know what you are going to walk into in this job."
They took their places and waited. They didn't have to wait long, when Barton's voice came over their ear-pieces.
"I see Carver, he's headed your way, looking shifty."
"Well wouldn't you if you'd stolen government secrets and are trying to sell them on to another country?" joked Stark. Kari had to stop herself from laughing. Steve jabbed her in the ribs from their hiding place and gave her a stern look.
"Don't encourage him," he whispered, but Kari could see the slight grin twitching at the corners of his mouth aswell. Everyone tensed up as soon as Carver entered the room.
"היה לך אחריו?" [Were you followed?] asked Rafael, the Mossad agent collecting the blueprints from Carver.
"היה לך אחריו?" [No, I think we're safe.] Carver replied, shaking his head.
"יש לך תוכניות?" [You have the blueprints?]
"אתה ראשון." [You first.]
Rafael lifted the silver briefcase at his feet onto the table, opened it, and turned it round, so Carver could see the contents.
"חמש מיליון, כפי שפורט." [Five million, as discussed.] Carver handed over the tiny little memory card, and grabbed the briefcase, snapping it shut.
"תענוג לעשות איתך עסקים." [Pleasure doing business with you.] Carver turned to leave the room, and Coulson pounced. He jumped out from where he had been hiding near the door, effectively blocking Carver, and the money, in. "Coulson, still alive I see," Carver sneered.
"Much more than you're going to be," Coulson retorted.
"Here you go." Rafael handed the card over the Kari to keep safe, while Steve handed the briefcase back to Rafael.

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