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Started September 01, 2019 by Deleted user

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After such a long flight, Nadia finally got off the plane. She was way too tired for her own good since she had only gotten only 3 hours of sleep. But she wouldn't let that stop her. Promptly leaving the airport and getting into a cab, she asked the driver in a very heavy Russian accent to take her to her hotel. She had about half an hour before she was "planned" to meet the target.

Shane had been in this airport for 10 hours and he was tired. Cherry had left forever ago, his phone had died, and he had left his charger at home. A half-eaten McDonald’s cheeseburger sat in front of him, and he sipped mournfully at a lukewarm coffee. Suddenly, a burst of static sounded in his ear, and a tinny voice began to speak. “The target is heading towards her hotel. Directions have been sent to your smart-paper. You have 45 minutes.” Shane shot to his feet. Finally! He grabbed his coat and bag and ran towards the parking garage. He slipped behind the wheel of his assigned Honda Civic and pulled out of the parking garage at a reasonable speed. Taking out the smart-paper, he tucked it into his cup holder. Off to the hotel!

Arriving at the hotel 7 minutes later, Nadia paid the driver and stepped out of the cab, taking a breath of the nice air. Looking over her shoulders, she walked into the hotel. She checked into her room, giving the manager a smile, "Thank you, sir." Walking to the elevator, she pressed level 3.

Shane parked his car in front of the hotel, and paused, about to unbuckle. What did he actually know about the target- Nadia? I mean, it wasn’t like he had to kill her or anything, but his least favorite part of his job was the lying. A weird thing to hate for, you know, a spy, but he thought helping people was more important.

Nadia made it to the third floor and headed towards her room. She had approximately 15 minutes before she was to "bump" into her target. Setting her bags down, she changed into a sundress and got her purse to sling around her shoulder. She took a deep breath. This was her specialty, just another mission. She headed out the door a little early, taking her time to get to and down the elevator. With 3 minutes remaining, she left the hotel. Her new hair color and style flowing behind her. It was almost like each mission was Halloween, just a little toned down.

Shane gave himself a little mental slap. He had a mission to complete. Just as he was about to step out of the car when he caught sight of a woman in his rear-view mirror. Her hair and her confident stride matched the description he was given. Shane slowly exited his vehicle and pretended to consult his dead phone while following Miss Morozov.

Turning the corner, Nadia caught a glimpse of her target. Smiling to her self, she kept going around the corner and down the sidewalk. She walked into a small cafe and sat down, alone at a table for two. This was going to be fun.

Shane saw her sit down in the cafe, and he could have sworn he saw Nadia watching him. Before passing the cafe, he pulled a blank piece of plastic out of his pocket. With a tap, the surface shifted to look like a very convincing credit card. Prepared, he began to walk directly towards her table and sat down across from her like he was meant to be there. “Excuse me, Miss, but does this card belong to you?” he asked politely, sliding the card to her.

What? Nadia hadn't lost her credit card already. She smiled, "I sure hope not, I just got here and it's not a good sign if I already lost something… let me check my bag real quick." She pulled her purse in front of her so she could look into it. She was definitely not missing her card, but it couldn't hurt to take it and see what Agent Cady was trying to gain from this. "Oh jeez, It is mine. Thank you so much, sir, this wouldn't have been much of a vacation if I couldn't eat." Her Russian accent was very heavy as always. Honestly, she took a lot of pride in it.

Shane smiled, a real, genuine smile. “Oh, no trouble at all for me! I’m glad I was able to help.” He stuck his hand out for a shake. “The name’s Sam McCarthy. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The credit card ruse was a classic of his. The card in question was actually a device for scanning fingerprints, and Nadia’s had just been sent to the CIA headquarters for future reference.

Nadia took his hand, shaking it a little. "I'm Tonya Petrov, very nice to meet you, Sam. Do you have any plans for the next hour or so?" She asked. Letting go of Shane's hand, she smiled and waited for his response.

“I… actually don’t! You see, I’m here for a business dinner that I thought was tonight, but my boss can’t read a calendar and the dinner is tomorrow. So I am a free man for the evening,” Shane replied, waving his arms as he told his tale. Nadia gave him a bit of a weird vibe, with inconsistencies that he couldn’t quite put together in his mind, but he was intrigued rather than off put.

Nadia's smile grew. "Would you mind joining for lunch? I just got off my flight and I'm starved. It would be great to have someone join me. She had been holding the 'credit card' the whole time, so she finally put it in her bag and moved it so it's not in her way.

“That’d be great! My other option for today was channel surfing in my hotel room, so, you know, I’m not gonna be too picky!” Shane joked.

Nadia laughed slightly. She was satisfied with the outcome thus far. Not that she was worried about the mission, not at all she had it in the bag. But it was a little different than expected. She waved down a waiter and asked for water for the both of them.

“Water. Good choice!” Shane commented after the waiter had left. “So, you said you were here on a vacation. If I may ask, who or what are you on vacation from?” he asked, resting his elbow on the table.

Nadia nodded with a little smile. "Oh, you know work, the city, that kind of thing. I haven't had a vacation of a couple years so I decided it was time to take one." She replied. She loved making stories for the people she pretended to be. That was actually one of her favorite parts of being a spy.

“That sounds lovely. I’ve always wanted-“ Shane paused suddenly and pulled his phone out of his pocket. The thing was buzzing like an angry wasp nest, and Shane’s expression fell the moment he saw it. He answered the phone and immediately began an irritated rant. “Just because I don’t treat people like bags of garbage doesn’t mean I’m not doing my job, Robert! Stop interfering and go back to playing Solitare on your computer, you self-important bastard! That’s right, I know!” He hung up and offered Nadia a sheepish smile. “Work, you know?”

"Oh I know it all too well," Nadia replied with a little laugh. The waiter arrived with their water, leaving immediately after. She took a big drink of her water. She hadn't brought enough on the plane so she was parched. "If I may ask, what line of work are you in?"

“I work in informational services for a big security firm. My contract is so strict, I’m not even allowed to tell people the name of the firm!” Shane explained. That was the story he told to his friends outside of the CIA; after all, it wasn’t really a lie anyway. “Where do you work?”

"I work at the Moscow Kremlin Museums. I'm actually a manager there!" Nadia had her cover so well figured out that if anyone ever called her for the museum, it would redirect to her tech op in Moscow. They would respond if Nadia was unavailable, if she wasn't they would then redirect it to her.

“A museum? That’s pretty cool! I’ve always loved history, so I really enjoy going to museums,” Shane said. He was like an excited puppy, completely enthusiastic about every word out of Nadia’s mouth. As he put his phone into his coat pocket, the smartpaper fell out and fluttered to the ground right next to Nadia. It still had her case file printed on its surface.

Nadia smiled at his enthusiasm and excitement. "I'm glad you are one of those people. Many of the people I talk to don't enjoy museums or history." Thankfully it was upside down, but Nadia noticed the paper and picked it up. She sat back up, about to flip the paper over to give it back to Shane

“Oh, uh, I can take that! Thanks!” Shane said nervously, taking it from her hand with a practiced twitch of his fingers, careful not to flip it over himself. “Sorry, I always seem to be dropping things,” he apologized. Internally, he was screaming. He almost blew his own cover because he couldn’t keep track of a piece of paper!

(So sorry this is so late, I was a bit more busy than usual)
"Oh, it's okay, no need to apologize!" Nadia produced a practiced smile to hide her interest in the paper. He seemed overly cautious and protective of a simple piece of paper. She wished she had flipped over the paper before Shane had taken it.
The waiter approached them. "Hello, I am your waiter today. Are you two ready to order?" Nadia glanced from the waiter to Shane, not sure if they were ready or not.

(It’s ok! I’m pretty busy too)
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m ready to order,” Shane replied. He picked up his menu and chose a meal at random. Choosing something he really liked felt a bit too revealing for his taste, especially right after his blunder with the paper. Under the table, he jiggled his leg in anticipation. Honestly, the worst part of these jobs was the frantic anxiety about keeping his cover straight. Why couldn’t his mission just be making friends with people?