Seven days have passed, and Yelena is hold up in her hotel room going over plans to execute her target. After days of surveillance, she's managed to find a flaw in their security protocol. An arduous task, as the target has only ventured from their location for an hour at various times of day. But after ruling out a head on attack, she's methodically finalized a plan that may see her getting out alive.
The last time she'd heard from her roommate was on the day she'd left. She was surprised to have received a voicemail from Kate when she'd gotten off the plane. But since then, she hasn't received either a call or text. Every so often, while on duty, she checks her phone to make sure she's in calling range. The silence from Kate has her uncharacteristically distracted.
Having gone over her plan one last time, she glances at her phone once more, and for the first time endeavors to call. But quickly hangs up before the call has time to go through. Instead, she calls into her voicemail and lays back onto the couch: "Hi, it's me, I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. I'm out shopping, wanted to see if there was anything I could get you for when you come home. I'm not going anywhere, I'm here for whatever you need," Kate says.
Yelena rewinds the message. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm here for whatever you need." The assassin closes her eyes and immerses herself in Kate's deep husky tone. After several replays she disconnects, then clutches the throw pillow into an embrace as she stares up at the ceiling. Her breath gets heavy, shallow, and she begrudgingly restarts the voicemail again.
She begins to fondle the lower part of her stomach while Kate's voice replays in her ear. Her hand slides inside her jeans until her fingers make contact with her tender skin. Every gentle stroke induces a euphoric moan that cries out from her loose lips. As a sheen of moisture builds on her flushed cheeks and her body writhes in ecstasy.
As climax steadily approaches, her soft moans take on a throatier resonance. Shielding her face with the pillow, she lets out a hearty bellow, "Kate!" she yells, into the plush cushion. She quickly tosses the pillow aside. "Shit..." she says, while pressing her hands against her forehead. Suddenly her phone chimes, and she shoots up on the couch with a hot face and tousled hair.
There's an alert from one of those social media apps. She opens it to find a picture of Kate on date with Kerry at Six Flags. "Who the hell is this?" she asks aloud; a hint of consternation in her tone. The further she digs into the app, the more pictures pop up from the entire week. Her plans change in an instant as she grabs her gun and heads out to finish this job.
The homesick assassin expels her grappling hook to quickly scale the ten foot wall of the safe house. She assesses the guards whereabouts to confirm they're in their designated perimeter around the compound. The dark of night along with her full black attire helps to make her practically invisible to the cameras. Still she moves swiftly as she strides across the large yard. She throws her back against the brick house then stalks toward the guarded entry.
There's approximately twenty minutes before the next security check in, but she needs to be out in less time than that. As soon as the guard turns his back, she hits him with a dose of electricity from her widow gauntlets. He hits the ground hard, and she steals his I.D. to gain access to the building. She rushes up the servants staircase toward the target's bedroom.
As she approaches, she notices a lax in security and proceeds with extreme caution. She listens outside the door but there is no noise. Drawing her gun, she takes a deep breath then kicks the door open. A quick scan of the room reveals the target to be missing. Suddenly, a side door opens and the guard comes strolling out, patting his hands on his pants. He sees the dark figure and shouts for help, but Yelena's bullet pierces his chest.
His cry leads his nearby associates in the assassin's direction. She rushes toward the balcony, ejects her grappling hook, and jumps over the marble ledge. Her feet touch ground as she begins taking fire from the security on the balcony. The noise brings others rushing around the corners of the building toward her. Suddenly, a bright light shines in the window in front of her, and she lays eyes on her target.
He's standing in the kitchen with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, and he appears to be frozen at the sight of her. She presses her back against the house, and starts firing back at the guards as they flood toward her. One of the guards get too close and she grabs his arm, rips his gun from his hand, then flings him through the kitchen window. The shocked mark is motionless when the guard lands at his feet.
Yelena draws her weapon and the mark throws his hands up in the air. She takes the shot and hits him straight in the stomach. The onslaught of bullets start up again, and she races toward the closest wall. She takes a hit to the shoulder and tumbles forward but pops back up like an acrobat. Taking off once again, she reaches into her jacket and retrieves a circular device. Its starts to beep once activated and Yelena tosses it toward her pursuers.
The explosion is so massive that the ground rattles beneath her feet and she collapses. As intended, the blast debilitates the security detail while also keeping the gunfire at bay. She scales the wall again, but isn't as nimble when she lands as blood drips down her arm. The wily blonde runs into the cover of night eventually making it back to her bike, then back home.