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Yelena is many things—skilled, formidable… but above all else, young.
She’s young still; her anger is fervid and igneous and unchecked, and it’s going to kill her one of these days if she’s not careful.
(But not at Natalia’s hands. Never at Natalia’s hands.)
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- Part 1 of chance encounters
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“What the fuck are you—"
“Look, can we fight about this later?” Natalia interjects, pointedly ignoring the scathing look Yelena sends her way. “We need to grab some clothes.” She nods to the thrift store up ahead. “The safe house is three blocks east.”
“Safe house?!” Yelena sounds utterly enraged.
Natalia ignores her, instead reaching back to grab a blue baseball cap from the backseat (its front stitched with stylistic Chinese font in white thread) before tossing it into Yelena’s lap.
“Wear that. You have blood in your hair.”
Yelena scowls, but Natalia doesn’t let it deter her.
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- Part 2 of chance encounters
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Yelena hops down from the 32nd floor onto the balcony (rather than using the door), picks the sliding door lock and approaches Natalia on the bed with loaded Glock 19s in either hand and a murderous glare to match.
Drama queen.
“You have some nerve, following me,” Yelena drawls flatly in thickly-accented English, laying one Glock atop the desk while the other remains trained steadfastly between Natalia’s brows.
A perfect kill shot, even if she won’t take it.
“What’s the matter, Rooskaya ?” Natalia pouts, feigning disillusionment even as she stares down the barrel of Yelena’s gun. “Not happy to see me?"
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- Part 3 of chance encounters