Ghost Bird- Russian

Your Mission

*I do not speak Russian, but Sang does. So instead of using google translate I will make a note of when she or any other character speaks in a different tongue*

Sang Sorenson's POV

The sound of my own heartbeat reverberates through my ears. My skin is sticky with sweat after running for nearly four miles straight. My sides ache and my breathing is labored. God, I really hate running. If I have to run one more mile I'm gonna shoot someone. I'm gonna lose control, and shoot someone. I'm bended over with my hands on my knees as I catch my breathe. I see my watch peeking out from the arm of my trench coat, and curse. I'm thirty minutes late for my meeting.

As quietly and stealthily as I can, which is pretty spy worthy I must admit, I look over the corner of the building I'm hiding out behind. When I don't see or hear anyone coming after me I let out a sigh of relief. I take a moment to examine my surroundings. I'm in Moscow, on a street with lamp posts on every once in a while. But, mostly, the area is abandoned and run down. It's midnight, and the stars are shining above me, one of my favorite sights. My wool knit cap is keeping the chill from my ears as the wind whips my hair around me like a tornado. My trench coat is sticking to me uncomfortably because of the sweat and the wind. I just sigh again before looking at the street sign.

I need to be across the street and in the warehouse I can see from my vantage point. That's where the meeting is taking place. Problem is, if I somehow missed the Italians chasing me then they will definitely see me running across the well lite street. Think Sang, think... I rack my brain for a solution, taping into all the Academy training I've had over the years. I look around at what I have to work with when an idea comes to mind. A slow smile makes its way across my lips as I form a plan. I mean, it will work. Crazy, yes? Unnecessary, probably? Fun, absolutely. Alexei probably would not approve...  Looks like I have my plan.

I take off at a sprint, careful to stay in the shadows, as I make my way over to the side of the building. This building looks like old apartments, run down and abandoned ones. The whole building is in shadows, the lamp post not working. I leap into the air and use my foot to push up the side of the wall, grabbing bricks and ledges to navigate my way to the roof. It took a couple minutes to scale the four story building. Now that I'm on the roof, I take the scarf from around my neck and hook it around the telephone line before testing the weight. It holds. I push off the building and zip line down, across the street in total darkness, before landing softly on the warehouse I need to be in. I'm at the back of the building so I enter through the back window by leaning over the edge of the building and sliding in, I then make my way towards the front of the building with a happy smile on my face. This is a pretty large warehouse. Although, I'm surprised no one noticed me slip in. I look around and notice I'm still in the shadows because of the crates everywhere. Still, they should be more aware. What if I was a spy? Or an assassin? Or some homeless woman whose territory they invaded?

I start strutting my way towards the voices when these thoughts hit me. I smile as I hear what is being said towards the entrance of the warehouse. They sound irritated. I grin, I can't help it.

*Conversation and words are in Russian*
"Where is this bird? We have been waiting for an hour Alexei, this is unacceptable." I get closer and see that it is an older man maybe in his forties with greying hair and an impatient look on his face. He is wearing jeans and a black trench coat with military boots. I do not know this man.

"Patience. I'm sure she's on her way. Give her time. She can explain herself when she gets here, Vlad." That voice I do know. Alexei. My contact and handler through the Academy. I have recently decided I do not like him anymore. He gave me a mission a month ago I told him I wasn't prepared for but he was insistent I do it. I needed at least a month of prep, but no. I got two weeks to infiltrate and destroy the Italian drug trafficking ring in Moscow. Hence my running from Italians earlier. Needless to say, it did not go as planned. I found out a week ago it was because he found out I was dating other people, even though we have broken up. I should have known not to date the man who gives me my missions but I was young and stupid. Still am, if I'm honest. Now, Alexei wears black jeans and a large leather jacket to keep warm.