In the short time she stood near the corner, Natasha had determined that there was not a single soul in the place that she recognized.  Was that a good thing, or a bad thing? The guards slung the doors open with a crash. She did recognize one of the guards, but it was no one she actually knew. He was certainly not one of the guards on her payroll.<br/><br/>Being among the last to walk into the meeting hall, she took in the scene for a moment. She noted the couple she had seen earlier. While they were both sitting in the same area, they were not sitting "together".  Natasha  concluded that they probably just met.<br/><br/>Unzipping her parka, she slowly removed her sawed~off from within as she worked her way towards the tired looking woman. Checking the safety on the weapon, she laid it across her lap as she sat down near the woman, on the same pew, a few feet away.  Thus, putting the woman more or less in between Natasha  and the man with the dog tags.<br/><br/>Once she was seated, Natasha looked over at the lady and offered a smile.