Wolverine pulled the remaining senbon from his face while loudly cursing, in both English and Japanese.
Although Natasha understood all of it, she had no intention of responding. All the clues lay with these dolls, and she wanted to find something from them.
It did not matter that the mission environment was too noisy. Agent training, put simply, was about enabling an ordinary person to process information rationally in any environment.
Her black boots crunched over the snow as she checked again. There were no tracks from where these dolls had arrived.
These doll-like robots weighed around ten kilograms and moved on treads beneath their little furisode sleeves. If they had truly crossed the snow, they would definitely have left tracks.
Natasha could identify the tracks of every model of tank and armored vehicle in the world, including active-service models and many classified ones, but she had never heard of anything resembling these toys.
She turned her wrist over and drew a tiny tool from Widow's Sting, swiftly dismantling one of the robots. Sure enough, beneath its wooden shell were extremely sophisticated instruments and circuits. Even Spider Web's intelligence archives had no record of such things.
She believed she might have discovered a new force in the world, one that possessed a technological path different from mainstream global science.
"When did this snow fall?" Natasha asked Logan. She still preferred to think in practical directions first; only if that failed would she consider profound things like magic and Space Teleportation.
"It probably only stopped this morning. Damn it! XX, X!"
Logan irritably tossed the senbon all over the ground. The poison had left him agitated and confused.
He had been bitten by all kinds of venomous insects and snakes before, but this felt different. It seemed to be eating away