Illya (redperilatdawn) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-08-01 13:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, illya kuryakin, nebula |
Who: Illya Kuryakin & Nebula
What: The problems you run into when you think you're the only one interested in information
When: 31st July
Where: Random high rise building
Rating/Warnings: PG | None
Status: Log | Complete
It was late and by all accounts anybody in their right mind would be sleeping but then not everybody was a Russian agent tasked with pursuing his country’s interests in the United States, sleeper agents were after all a Russian speciality. Illya had work to do, files to locate, information to source and a mission to complete. For his height and build he was surprisingly quiet and stealthy which meant infiltrating a high rise office building kitted out with some of the best surveillance was easily done and it helped that he was an exceptionally well trained soldier and agent.
He was clad in all black with distinct leather gloves in place as he accessed the computers, slipping past the security measures in place and searching the depths of the electronic folders and archives until he located what he was looking for and used his USB drive to pull it off and secure it.
This was not his mission of choice but needs must and this was a need.
Of course his sixth sense prickled a moment later and the Russian reached for his silenced pistol holstered against his side and aimed it with unerringly accuracy at somebody just over his shoulder.
“I do not think you are supposed to be here.”
Working a day job and waiting for the right time to deal with family matters was exceptionally vexing. She hated that she still needed to maintain a life outside of finding her sister, but there she was with a retail position and responsibilities about bringing in the morning coffee order.
Nebula could scream sometimes.
One of Korath’s idiot lackey’s had proved useful though, passing through some information about a potential lead on what might’ve happened to Gamora in Mexico. It was thin, thinner than Nebula would’ve liked, but even that was the first proper lead she’d had in a few months. It wasn’t something she could afford to pass up either way, least of all with her dreams hinting at more than just a missing sister to worry about.
Breaking and entering wasn’t something she had mixed feelings about. Nebula didn’t care what she had to do to get what she needed. Coming in from the roof was complex, but she and Gamora had trained with their Father’s people for years to be able to do the unexpected, and beyond the opening in the window on the upper floors, there was no trace of her entrance.
She hadn’t been expecting company though. “I could say the same,” she was meant to be checking the safe in the room, she was in her black leotard, hair up and covered in a black knit hat, nothing really obscuring her face because she hadn’t expected to be caught. “It seems I’m not the first mouse after this cheese.”
This complicated matters.
The Russian straightened up and kept his aim steady as he regarded the woman, the smallest traces of a smirk catching on the edges of his lips. “It seems not.” The USB stick was slid into a pocket and it was zipped up, safety first after all.
He tipped his head as he regarded her more closely. All black, hair covered, gloves in place. Clearly she was a professional and he couldn’t help but wonder who she worked for, but his intelligence hadn’t called out any potential threats from the American side so maybe she was a freelancer?
Illya had been hoping to come and go unnoticed so this sudden unexpected arrival was definitely a problem.
Nebula took the moment to study him, the bulk of his shoulders, the way he held himself. Clearly a capable operator given he’d already gotten into the building undetected, even by her. She didn’t want to turn this into a thing, but at the same time it wasn’t ideal to have anyone around to be a loose end.
“Shame, I was hoping this would be a quick night.” The gun levelled at her did make matters a little one sided, for the moment. She would rather not get shot tonight if she were honest.
It wasn’t like she was even sure there would be information here, and the thought crossed her mind that she’d been set up, but Korath didn’t have a reason to fuck with her right then. “How is this going to go?”
“That depends,” Illya replied as he kept a close eye on the other. “On whether or not you and I are in agreement that neither of us were ever here.” He knew her face, she knew his, they both had something to lose should the other talk. No names had been exchanged but once Illya had seen a face it was impossible for him to forget it. Both a blessing and a curse.
He didn’t need the gun to be dangerous but she didn’t know that and he didn’t know what she was capable of either, it was very much an unpredictable situation, but then the Russians trained for every eventuality.
If she stayed out of his way then he would stay out of hers.
There were some things that people could trust, and while Nebula wasn’t as fully embroiled in her father’s business anymore, she did know that reputations could sometimes silence other people. Not that she had any intention of giving this guy, Russian from his accent, her name. He knew enough from seeing her face.
“Oh, I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been here before in my life. No reason to be,” Nebula purposely relaxed her shoulders, let her muscles unwind, a small smirk on her face. “So I don’t see how I could’ve ever seen you here.”
And it could work, easily. Nebula didn’t plan on leaving a trail, so she’d have no reason to rat anyone out for something. But just as she was about to reiterate that she wasn’t going to say anything, she heard a door shut further down the hall, and the noise of someone talking on a radio.
Well this just got more complicated.
Illya’s attention shifted at the exact same time as the woman’s when he heard the sound of a door shutting and the crackle of a radio. “Chert,” he loosed as he holstered his pistol and moved past Nebula to check through the gap in the door. One guard, doing the rounds, and headed their way.
“One guard,” he shared, voice low. “Will not be too difficult to handle.”
The Russian waited until the guard had turned his back and slipped out of the door, thankful that the cameras had already been taken care of so there was no concern about his or anybody else’s face being caught on CCTV. Illya was remarkably stealthy and quiet for a man of his stature and this allowed him to get behind the guard and positioned himself in such a manner that he was able to deliver a well placed highly efficient karate chop to the man’s neck which rendered him completely and utterly unconscious while being totally upright.
Russian Kiss, highly effective.
One guard, well then, she didn’t need to deal with that, and as the bulky Russian moved like he was on twinkle toes, Nebula took the opportunity to slip into the office she was aiming for and rifle through the files, finding the ones that might link back or around to her sister and slipping them into the pouch under her shirt. Kept her hands free and hid the evidence.
With the files hidden away, to ensure that no one knew just what Nebula was looking for, she turned back out into the hall to see the guard just standing around.
“You’d be good at parties.” Not that Nebula knew for sure, since parties were not her thing.
“I will take your word for that,” Illya replied as he like Nebula didn’t really do parties. Here or in the dreams it would seem. Some things were consistent across the two worlds, apparently.
He had what he needed and if he were a betting man he’d wager that his mysterious companion did to.
“I think this is where we go our separate ways.”
“Happily,” she might actually need to drop in on her brother at some point, make sure he understood that she didn’t like cryptic tips that may or may not lead her to Russian wetworkers or whatever this guy was. “Don’t take it personally if I hope to never see you again.”
Would it be awkward? Probably. Would she admit it? No.
“And if you do get caught, for whatever reason, you’d be best not to implicate me in anything.” Nebula at least had a code of conduct, she dearly hoped this fellow did too.
“The feeling is mutual.” The less complications the better especially when Illya had missions to complete and superiors to report to, superiors who did not favour failure well if at all. There might be a word for failure in Russia but as far as Illya and the government he worked for were concerned there was no such thing.
If he were to be caught (which was unlikely) he had been trained to withstand many forms of interrogation especially if they dipped into the realm of torture.
“I echo the sentiment.”
He would not take kindly to that, not at all, and his response would be swift but brutal.
“Until next time.”
He swiftly turned and exited the way he’d come in.