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“It’s only a few blocks away. City blocks are long, though, so I hope you don’t mind walking.” Mikayla replies, smiling kindly at the other woman. She continues walking, slowing herself down so she’s next to the woman instead of in front of her. “So…what brings you to New York?”

“It’s not a problem”, Paula smiled at the woman now besides her. Walking a few blocks was an easy task for someone with military training. “Work, actually. I was sent to do some research around here.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I might stare for too long and get punched.” He joked as he kept his eyes closed and held out his hand to receive the charger. Now he was starting to think of potential romantic and sexual scenarios that could play out in this encounter. The somewhat charismatic Parsons was almost always a bit uncomfortable and shy around tough, beautiful women so the likelihood of something happening was slim to none.

Eyebrows raising at his words - they seemed to her more like bluntness than a joke -, Paula put the object in his held out hand, her own lingering for a moment. Even after he grabbed it, the woman didn’t take a step back. Simply crossing her arms in front of the towel.

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Destacar-se como uma militar tinha suas vantagens e desvantagens. Por um lado, não demorara até que Paula fosse contatada e designada a trabalhar em um projeto especial das forças armadas. Contudo, este vinha com certa instabilidade e constantes viagens atrás de informação. Desta vez, encontrava-se na Rússia, na esperança de que a pista que recebera fosse suficiente para salvar o Projeto e solucionar o quebra-cabeças. 

“Seguindo você?”, sua expressão manteve-se impassiva. “Deve ser paranoia sua.”

She shakes the woman’s hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Paula. No problem.” Mikayla looks around her, trying to remember which way the cafe is. After a few moments, she does. She looks back at Paula and points to the left. “Cafe’s this way. Follow me.” 

Paula’s smile widened as she patiently waited. At Mikayla’s sign, the blonde followed her, keeping up with her pace. Unaware of where she was being taken to, Paula wondered out loud, staring at the buildings surrounding them. “Sure. Is it close to where we are right now?”

Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.

“At least you’re honest.” Not many people had the guts to be honest about anything when it came to the Castor brothers. “I didn’t kill him. He’s still alive and squirming.” Well, he was when Miller left. Knowing Silva and the other two guys there, they probably wouldn’t let him die without Miller’s permission. He turned his shoulder and pointed a soapy finger in her direction.

A shrug was followed by her frown decreasing slightly. Sure, the situation wasn't ideal, but a lot of unnecessary headache would be averted if the prisoner was still alive. Miller's soapy hand didn't faze her in the least. Instead, Paula uncrossed her arms and took a few steps towards him, leaning against the side of the washbasin and staring at the man in the eyes.

“I see… Was that how you ended up in this city? Through your travels?” She kept on her politeness, smiling. “Thank you”, Paula grabbed one of the muffins on the tray, taking a bite of it before replying. “That’s nice of you. Personally, I’m not sure how I’d feel dealing with so many guests.”