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COORDINATES: 35.3509, 136.7462. LOCATION: KITAOYOBI, KASAMATSU, JAPAN: THE HASHIMA DISTRICT. DATE: OCTOBER 12, 2021. OPERATION: ████████████████

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶. Cars and people scurrying along the streets like rats in New York. She misses home. New York City is home. Russia hasn't been her home in over thirty years— it's a life left behind, a distant memory for a distant life Yelena likes to believe. (Attempts to believe in a blatant fantasy. Dreams can still haunt people, and they surely haunt her.) In the streets of Japan, she's an outlier— easily spotted among the masses. Sticking out like a sore thumb, Yelena makes her way into a nearby alleyway. Dark, secluded, away from any straying eyes who may become potential witnesses to her escapades.

Her mission is to infiltrate a nearby warehouse and obtain a set of blueprints. An in and out, easy operation as long as she stuck to the shadows. If she played her cards right— Yelena takes a quick glance at the time on her Apple Watch for good measure— she could be boarding a jet back to the States by midnight. (Blueprints to what? Natasha wouldn't say— not that Yelena minded. It had been a purely transactional meeting, just the way Yelena preferred things nowadays. She was getting too old for the games. And far too impatient.)

One step is taken, a silhouette emerges from the shadows. Eyebrows furrowing, Yelena takes a step back— eyes quickly surveying the person. Masculine figure, cladded in head-to-toe in black, the suit... It dawns on her who this is: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑. The reputation precedes him evidently. Her head tilts immediately to the side, eyes widening the ever slightest. Now, this was interesting. Entirely unexpected, too. ❝ I can assume you've been tailing me for awhile. You're good. ❞ What else can Yelena assume by a glance at things? This is not meant to be a good visit. Something to do with the blueprints, perhaps? That's her best assumption; her only assumption, really.

A Glock 43 is concealed by the loose black jacket she's wearing, but he's smart. Smart enough to know she's on her way somewhere: most likely an op and is armed. If he's going to strike— he'll do it quick too. He's followed her long enough undetected and waited for his moment to strike. A predator after their prey. Her eyes narrow, right hand inching its way up her side nearing her jacket. ❝ Are you here for the blueprints or me? ❞ A better question to ask would've been: are you here for the blueprints or to kill me?

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