She didn't flinch at having a gun pulled on her. She had looked down the barrel of a gun way too many times in her life to be phased by it now.
With very slow and very careful motions, Natasha slipped the tranq out of her pocket and into her palm. "Yes, honey. Mom." Then an old trick came to mind. "Harley Davidson."
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