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Olena allowed a happy hum to escape her, vulpine tail swinging in rhythm alongside her pace. "See, I knew Jackie would get it." Without further incident, the group presumably continued their journey through the jungle.

"Ah, creepers, you say? I think we both deserve an admirer or two, wouldn't you agree?" Olena's voice was just a bit huskier than necessary as she whispered back, before following Ingrid into the changing rooms. After taking a moment to ensure the both of them were alone, the Amazonian Ukrainian...

"Yep," Olena retorted with an unusual mix of dry delivery and chipper tone. "But I figured being worried about Lieutenant Adot being caught with her pants down by guys on loud speederbikes and bright white armor would be insulting to her if she were here to hear it... Besides which, there's only...

Olena shook her head as Triset aired out his grievance. "What happens when one of us goes out on patrol and doesn't come back? We go looking for him, right? Well, the Imperials would do the same, except they have the manpower to send a lot more people through this area. We would be giving the...

"Oh, don't say that!" Olena interjected at Ingrid's self-effacement, altogether too genuine for her own good, even through the coded language. "I promise you... Slavic guys? Ha! They love being mommied. Even if you gain a few pounds, crow's feet, and some silver in your hair, you're...

Olena smiled at Uranus and Bagration as they passed one another - something that was shockingly rare in the KGB's headquarters, surely - regardless of how sour the latter likely looked. He would be fine, she figured, even if it took until their next mission together to cheer him up. However...

Olena waited a few moments longer to give the scout troopers time to make their exit, before sticking her head up to see for herself that they were gone. Presuming that none had remained behind for some reason, Olena whistled lowly for the others to break concealment and continue their trek...

Olena remained still as she lay in the foliage, keeping her sights on the scouts in case they happened to see her or her comrades... But she was intent on letting them go. If they knew the rest of the rebels were around, they wouldn't have come to a stop in possible enemy terrain... As useful as...

Olena would say her goodbyes and take her leave, hoping that Lyudmila wouldn't come to regret asking for her help... On more cheery news, she had some free time! Which meant she needed to check her improvised drop site and make contact with her other handler... She would take her time in...

Olena nodded, both at the meaningful tone in Mama's pronouncing the former capital of Germany and her question. "She was able to enter the service of a wealthy man's estate and got deep enough that she could get away with lifting highly expensive belongings off his guests. I think if she had to...

"Ah- Actually, ma'am. There's one more thing. There was a woman at the dacha that helped me secure the microfiche. She was masquerading as a maid to steal from Andropov's guests. Goes by Lyudmila. She gave me actionable intelligence and helped distract the guards with the promise I'd speak up...

Olena's eyes narrowed as she considered the situation and the options available to her. For one, her group had travelled by foot away from the base camp to get to this point. If speeder-mounted scouts had gotten this close, it could be that they were following the group's tracks... But then, why...

Olena's blush only deepens as Mama not only visibly notices her appreciative stare but calls her a pet name. Vixen gulped - all of this tension might come across as amusing or even welcome if not for who Mama was and the power she wielded. Returning the topic of the conversation to her future...

(My god, using my imagination, the horror. /s) Olena would take the time during travel to try to both make herself presentable and conceal the financial paperwork she had secured from Andropov's estate somewhere she was reasonably certain KGB observers (or their GRU rivals or other...

"Sakra-! Get down!" Olena hissed at her team as she promptly got low, hoping that the group had avoided being detected by what could be an enemy force. If such an event does not come to pass, she would gesture for the others to swing around into the closest collection of brush to hide in, before...

Olena ignored Bagration's shouting, entirely too busy giggling impishly as she danced away from Uranus's half-hearted swats. She returns in time to receive the smooch - to her cheek. She couldn't go and let the old man think he had her wrapped around his finger or - god forbid - got romantically...

Seems like a good start! "High-five, brain," Olena congratulated the cerebral organ in question, she knew it had to work hard for that one. The Amaran Amazonian would lead her team in the direction of that point of interest. If it did turn out to be an Imperial outpost, they would have to be...

Olena blinked blearily as she ended up rolling into the sunlight, blue eyes enflamed by the orange glow of the morning. She looked down on Uranus's snoozing form, before a small smirk spreads across one side of her face. She took some twisted pride in knowing just what she had wrought out from...

How embarrassing. Could Olena think on the briefings and pre-mission intelligence materials to get an idea of where they needed to go? If not, she would try to recall the paths the Imperial vehicles had taken as they patrolled over the encampment during her time on night watch, then go in the...

Olena's eyes threatened to roll into the back of their sockets as Uranus filled her, the heated sensation of hot cum filling her most vulnerable space sending a familiar feeling of ecstatic satisfaction filtering through her veins. As the older man withdrew himself from her, she shivered with...