Yelena stares out the window of the coffee shop, alternating between fiddling with her utensil and sipping tea. She's acutely fixed on a middle-aged man across the street who is entertaining a group of his peers. He's looks to be a homely man with his corduroy blazer and black loafer combo. There's nothing outwardly threatening about him, but still she reviews her phone to check his background and confirm his identity, its a match.

She takes a bite of her biscuit, then begins flipping through her messages. Her scrolling pauses at the text shared between she and Kate, and she releases a deflated sigh. Its been two days since she'd walked out in the middle of their disagreement, and she hadn't yet received one of Kate's random text. Rereading the text from her last mission, she stops at a picture of Lucky and Fanny dressed in formal wear. Before that, a picture of Kate and Grills at the LARPer's Thanksgiving gathering.

Yelena glances up at the target who is still chatting with his friends, seemingly he's the more jovial of the group. She takes note of a young man on the opposite side of the glass. He and his friends seem to be getting stirred up about something when one of them points in her direction, and she knows why. She stares at the bulky man as he enters the shop and fumbles over chairs to approach her.

"Hi," he says. Though his stature could be described as assuming, his manner portrays the opposite. "My name is Michael, I was wondering if I could join you and maybe buy you a coffee?" he asks.

"While I can respect your bravery Michael. My heart is occupied by another and there are no vacancies available," she says.

"Of course, I mean look at you, you're beautiful. Too bad for me though," he says. Her target starts to move.

"You should see her," Yelena says, before brushing by him to exit the shop.

She trails her target down the busy street until he veers down a desolate alley, then she loses him. After a short time he reappears in the alley with a briefcase in hand. He's a bit more disheveled and his jovial disposition has faded beneath an exterior of anxiety. It doesn't occur to him that Yelena is standing in the alley, nor that he's headed directly toward her.

The blue-eyed assassin draws the gun from her coat, causing the disconnected target to stop in his tracks. A look of terror comes over him and he drops to his knees, embracing the briefcase tightly to his chest. "Please don't kill me," he begs, "just look" - he reaches into his back pocket- "I have kids, and if I don't deliver this case they'll be killed," he explains.

Yelena stares down at his desperate expression, then glances at the pictures he's displayed in his wallet. He's got two little girls. In the past few days, there's been nothing that she's witnessed that makes this man worthy of killing. Otherwise she'd have killed him the second he'd reached into his pocket. She looks at the groveling man, snot dripping from his nose, and slowly lowers her weapon.

"You need to take your kids and run," she warns, "this is that last warning you'll get." The man shoots up from his knees, bowing graciously as he emerges from the alley back to the busy street. He disappears into the crowd and Yelena strolls in the opposite direction without looking back.

Valentina is cradled in her chair, tucked beneath her extravagantly enormous desk. She's casually agreeing with whomever she is on the phone with when Ana passes along a folder. The boss scans the documents and nods approvingly at her right hand. "Tell her to come in," Valentina says. The dutiful blonde minion does as ordered.

Yelena strolls into the office directly to Valentina's desk. "You wanted something?" she asks.

The raven haired agent stands from her desk to face her recruit. "How'd it go?" she asks.

"You asks as though you don't already know," Yelena replies.

"Yeah... that's the thing, you didn't do your job, again," Valentina says.

"So dock my pay," Yelena retorts.

"You know that's not how this works," - Valentina leans against the desk - "I give you a job, you do the job."

"Yeah well, I didn't want to."

"Like you didn't want to do the Barton job," Valentina says, "I don't pay you to do what you want. I pay you to kill."

"I had some doubts," Yelena says.

"I don't pay you to have those," Valentina says, "I also don't pay you to have questions, concerns or compassion," she adds. She throws the folder on the desk and photos fall from the fold. "No matter, Ana finished the job," - she smiles at her shadowy henchman - "I call her the concern contingency. I had a feeling you wouldn't finish the job."

Ana stares back unflinchingly at Yelena who is glaring at her, "He had a family yo-

"Hey, no need for crass language," Valentina interrupts. She takes a seat at her desk and stares disapprovingly at her employee. "Ever since that Bishop job, you haven't been focused on what matters. Now understand, I don't mind you entertaining the little orphan girl, but I ask that you not let it interfere with your duties here. Otherwise we may need to find her other accommodations," she adds.

Yelena takes a stern posture and makes direct eye contact, "Don't do that," she says, in a severely dark tone. She parks her hands on the boss's desk. "Do not make subtle threats. I don't like them, nor do I engage in them. I prefer to be abrupt in my actions, so there are no misinterpretations," the assassin replies.

Ana steps forward, accelerating the intensity in the air. Valentina staves off her guard with a simple nod. "No need for all the dramatics," she tells the two blondes. "I'm sure Yelena will complete the next task handed to her," she says.

Yelena grins, "Sure, if I choose to." She pushes pass Ana and exits.

"I need you to handle this situation," Valentina tells Ana.

"A fatality or with finesse?" the blonde asks.

"Are you kidding?" Valentina asks. "That doe-eyed lunatic is a problem we don't need... make it look clean."