New York's nightscape was not yet as bustling as it would become in the future, but it had already begun to take shape. However, given the special circumstances, not many people were out and about in New York at night. The most common sights were soldiers and police officers maintaining public order.
Still, two people who looked rather strange were walking down the street. One male and one female, both young enough to seem like brother and sister, and both exceptionally good-looking. Yet strangely, none of the passing pedestrians or police officers seemed to notice them at all.
The two did not stop until they reached an extremely luxurious hotel. They were Josh and Natasha. Perhaps because of her age, Natasha lacked the ability she would later have to use her beauty to gather intelligence, so it had taken her several days to finally track down Howard. He was inside the hotel before them.
"Though it took some time, we found him in the end. But Natasha, you need to work harder. It took you three days just to find someone, and he's a famous person at that."
"Damn it, that's not my fault. My training supervisor told me that women should use their advantages, but I found that advice didn't seem very reliable. What else was I supposed to do?"
Natasha truly felt helpless. The main reason really was that she was too young. Although she looked like a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl, she was actually only thirteen. Put simply, it was a matter of bearing and physical development.
In every era, Americans seemed to favor blonde women with big breasts and curvy hips. Natasha clearly did not yet possess those advantages. Though she was beginning to develop and looked far better than Hermione, she could only attract perverts