Natasha spoke.
"Captain."
The sound of metal snapping came from Steve's end, mixed with several shouts urging people to fall back.
"Natasha."
"Forward exactly what Patriot sent you."
"Already sent."
The screen in the car flickered.
The printing plant address the hacker had just dug up appeared on the left.
The file Patriot had sent Steve opened on the right.
The locations matched.
Even the unnecessary period after the street number was identical.
Chen Mo looked at Black Widow's phone, then at Black Widow.
Lady, are you sure you're not an undercover agent from the Anti-Registration faction?
Natasha looked up.
"Where are you?"
"Queens. The rescue's almost over... the other Spider-Man will be here soon too. We'll finish even faster."
"Don't bring a big team. Go straight to the printing plant."
"The intel's real?"
"No. Someone wants us to see it."
The call ended.
Reed had been busy with his laptop for quite a while.
"Sounds like your conversation's over. Come take a look at this."
Reed closed several pages on the screen, finally stopping on a bank transfer page.
The amount wasn't large.
While settling its accounts, a now-dissolved shell company had paid the printing plant one last "promotional materials service fee."
Seven hundred and thirty-two dollars.
Among a pile of contracting kickbacks and health insurance commissions, it looked like a toilet brush on a banquet table.
They were fishing with a straight hook.
"Our hacker lady used this transfer to track down this money-printing plant," Reed said.
"This trail is waiting for us to follow it," Natasha explained.
Chen Mo leaned over.
"Bait?"
"The hook's already in our mouths."
"Can we spit it out?"
"Working on it."
Natasha looked out the car window.
"Johnny, can you go any faster?"
Beneath the car, Human Torch tilted his head back