Itās been two days since the festival, since the shooting and Yelenaās unfortunate run-in with that maniac. Sheās still a little sore, she hasnāt been to work - not to either of her jobs, giving herself a chance to heal. Bruises donāt play well to the camera, and they donāt help her operate when sheās chasing down a target, so sheās largely spent her time in her apartment. The message she received, though, was enough to pique her interest, and after carefully weighing the pros and cons. If she goes and itās some sort of trap, sheās healed enough to be able to fight or flee effectively. And if not... well, it could be interesting in some way, at the very least.
She dresses casually, jeans and a dark red blouse pulled over the garrotte wire strapped to her back, black leather jacket to hide her gun, and a scarf around her neck to hide the worst of the bruising on her skin, and knee-high boots to conceal a knife, as she makes her way to the address in the message, finding her destination is a night club, one sheās somewhat familiar with. The owner, from what sheās heard, is an... interesting man, and perhaps this wonāt be an entire waste of time.
After flashing theĀ āinvitationā to the men at the door sheās lead inside, keen eyes taking note of her surroundings immediately. Itās certainly not the only exit, but it would be the easiest one if not for the guards. No, if an escape is needed sheās likely better off finding another way, though the unknown elements in the rest of the club make that difficult to determine. Yelena keeps her breathing even as she approaches the man, holding up the card again and raising an eyebrow at him.Ā āThe compliment is flattering, very gentlemanly. I canāt help but wonder just how muchĀ on that card is in fact true, though.ā She smirks and flicks the card onto the table, watching it land on the surface before she turns her gaze back to him. The statement that heās beenĀ āwatching herā is amusing to say the least - sheās untraceable, and she knows it.
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