It’s been two days since the festival, since the shooting and Yelena’s unfortunate run-in with that maniac. She’s still a little sore, she hasn’t been to work - not to either of her jobs, giving herself a chance to heal. Bruises don’t play well to the camera, and they don’t help her operate when she’s chasing down a target, so she’s 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 it’s some sort of trap, she’s 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 she’s somewhat familiar with. The owner, from what she’s heard, is an... interesting man, and perhaps this won’t be an entire waste of time.
After flashing the ‘invitation’ to the men at the door she’s lead inside, keen eyes taking note of her surroundings immediately. It’s certainly not the only exit, but it would be the easiest one if not for the guards. No, if an escape is needed she’s 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. “The compliment is flattering, very gentlemanly. I can’t help but wonder just how much on that card is in fact true, though.” 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 he’s been ‘watching her’ is amusing to say the least - she’s untraceable, and she knows it.
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