Finding the other Widows scattered across the globe to hit them with the Red Dust and cure them is… a harrowing job, but a necessary one. It makes her feel closer to her sister in a weird way she can’t quite explain. She doesn’t like thinking about it over much, so she just puts her head down and does her job.
Petrova has been more difficult to place than she had hoped. Yelena hopes it doesn’t mean she has been killed before she could be saved. She would not be the first, nor likely the last, who turned up that way, after all.
But finally, after what felt like forever, she’s tracking movement of her. This has always been the fun part of the job to her. Sure, she likes the fight as much as anyone, but this? It’s where she shines, she thinks.
As Anastasia enters the apartment, distracted by something in the mirror — for a moment, Yelena thinks she’s caught her, but whatever it was, it was brief and did not hold her attention. Nothing immediately seems off, things are still in the places they they are meant to be. Nothing looks particularly ransacked. But there is a heaviness that hangs in the air of the room.
Yelena still waits, hidden well in her spot, refusing to move a single muscle, waiting instead for her target to move closer.
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Date: 2024-06-20 01:23 am (UTC)Petrova has been more difficult to place than she had hoped. Yelena hopes it doesn’t mean she has been killed before she could be saved. She would not be the first, nor likely the last, who turned up that way, after all.
But finally, after what felt like forever, she’s tracking movement of her. This has always been the fun part of the job to her. Sure, she likes the fight as much as anyone, but this? It’s where she shines, she thinks.
As Anastasia enters the apartment, distracted by something in the mirror — for a moment, Yelena thinks she’s caught her, but whatever it was, it was brief and did not hold her attention. Nothing immediately seems off, things are still in the places they they are meant to be. Nothing looks particularly ransacked. But there is a heaviness that hangs in the air of the room.
Yelena still waits, hidden well in her spot, refusing to move a single muscle, waiting instead for her target to move closer.