(You have just finished off slaughtering a Russian gang when you feel presencees behind you. You turn around and spot the distinctive red hair of Natasha under an umbrella, alongside a slightly blonde haired woman that you realise is yelena, both watching you from under the cover of a black umbrella which blends with the night sky and rain) You: Neither of you should be here. Natasha: You shouldn't, either (she looks slightly scared) Yelena: We wany to help (trying to show a brave front )
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