Natasha almost disregarded the note altogether. Was it a trap? did someone want to lure her away from the warehouse? But her curiosity got the better of her. Besides, if something big was about to happen, she wanted to learn about it first hand. After all, she had a business to protect.<br/><br/>She sheathed her stiletto in her boot, holstered her Stechkin aps pistol and donned her over sized parka over her flack jacket. After securing her sawed off shotgun in the makeshift holder inside the parka, she zipped it up. She then put a box of 12 gauge shells in one large pocket, and 2 boxes of 9mm cartridges in the other.<br/><br/>With a leather water flask slung over her shoulder by its strap, she pulled on a full faced ski mask, dropped her extra 9mm magazines in the breast pocket of her parka, and tied the parka hood tight so it closed around her face.  She then pulled on her gloves.<br/><br/>"I'm outta here Marco!" she called over her shoulder as she opened the door. "Hold down the fort until I get back."<br/><br/>Without waiting for a reply, she stepped out into the bitter cold. After making her way to the town hall, she   surveyed the area outside. seeing nothing to arouse suspicion, she walked through the front door. Scanning the room, she expected to see at least SOMEONE she knew. She didn't recognize a single person in the place.  A tired looking man dangling what looked like dog tags in the air caught her attention. He was talking with a woman who looked almost as tired as he did.<br/><br/>One thing was certain. She wasn't the only one summoned to the town hall. Everyone here seemed well armed, too. Turning to her left, Natasha walked over to the corner, making eye contact with no one. She hated crowds. Nothing good ever came of them.  "What on earth was going on?" she muttered to herself. "Well, I guess I'll find out soon enough."