Target is staying at the Lions head hotel, room 302. He is a Psychiatrist working with German scientist Dr. Liam Hershkanuk who is being held by the Americans in a military prison. Natalia, Russia needs that doctor. Get the information we will need to extract him and don't get caught. Failure to comply will result in grave consequences.

Natasha rolled her eyes. Every mission directive she had received since she was old enough to be sent on missions had ended in that line. "Failure to comply will result in grave consequences." She had been on so many missions, and was held in such high regard by the KGB that the line was mostly tradition, though she was always very thorough in her work, just in case. Her childhood had been filled with those grave consequences, and she was quite enjoying the freedom her elite status was buying her. She intended to keep it that way.

Reading the note once more to commit it to memory, Natasha threw it into the fire and watched it burn until it was nothing but ash. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror of her hotel room. She smiled, flashing white teeth and making her eyes sparkle. She examined her outfit, her black dress was conservative but formal, accentuating her small waist and curvy frame. She adjusted the neckline slightly lower, applied color to her lips and nodded. Taking out her knife, a wicked looking curved blade, she eyed it thoughtfully, then pulled it methodically across her shoulder, tearing her dress and biting into her skin. Crimson blossomed bright from the wound and trickled down her arm. Taking one last look in the mirror, she turned and left the room.

As she walked down the street she began working up the tears she would need for this encounter. The further she walked, the more her eyes watered and soon she had tears streaming down her face. That was the one good thing about never showing emotion, they were always built up and on hand when you needed to release them.

Her heels clicked along the sidewalk, punctuating her very step, faster and faster until she was running full tilt down the street, tears blurring her vision. As she turned the corner she collided violently with a man directly in her path, sending her tumbling across the sidewalk, scraping up her legs and sending the contents of her purse spilling out into the street. He looked at her, aghast, "Miss I'm so sorry!" As he reached out to help her to her feet she cringed and shrunk from his touch, her green eyes wide, her beautiful face wet with tears. The man withdrew his hand, suddenly seeing the blood spilling from the knife wound in her shoulder. He looked at her aghast, her legs smeared with blood from her fall, her palms having met the same fate. She trembled but looked at him fiercely, like an animal backed into a corner. His face was a picture of smoldering outrage, but he spoke in a gentle tone, "Ma'am, are you in some kind of trouble? Because you're safe now, from whoever it is. I won't hurt you, and I won't let anyone else hurt you either." As he offered his hand again slowly, Natasha calmed slightly and took it, wiping away fresh tears with the back of her hand.

The man got her to her feet and steered her gently to a bench nearby. Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket he offered it to her, "Press this to your shoulder to stop the bleeding. Let me gather your things for you. Rest here a minute."

Natasha's eyes followed him, calculating. He was well dressed and put together in his suit. He had dark hair, almost black, and moved with self assurance that Natasha appreciated. As he turned back to her, purse in hand, she noticed his eyes. They were a beautiful ice blue. Her targets weren't usually so pleasant to look at. She suddenly felt very grateful that she had been ordered only to provide information for his capture. She pushed that thought away.

"Thank you," she said as he handed her her things, "I- I'm sorry I ran into you."

"I'm not," he said with a strained smile, "You look like you need friend. Will you tell me what happened?"

Natasha glanced around furtively, "I was attacked by two men a little further up the street.." She shuddered.

His eyes hardened,"You were attacked?"

Another tear slipped down her face in confirmation, she wiped it away and took a deep breath that hitched in her throat, "I tried to stop them but they took my money, my I.D," she started to cry anew, "They pulled a knife on me. I thought they were going to kill me."

He shook his head, clearly still upset, and looked around warily as though the attackers might have followed her. He offered his arm, "Come with me to the community house where I'm staying," he said. They can take care of you there and we will be safer. Then we can figure out what to do about this." She looked up at him uncertainly for a moment, but then took his arm. She looked up at him and smiled. He held her grateful gaze for a moment too long, struck by her beauty. She saw in his eyes that he was starting to fall…