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Olena hummed at the documents. Maybe the CIA could get something out of the financial details enclosed within. At the very least, they could take it as a sign that she was trying to give them actionable intelligence. She folded them up and... Well, a bodysuit didn't leave much room for storage...

"So, that wasn't even the local garrison, huh?" Made sense. Stormtroopers generally didn't get wasted on garrison duty, and those shots were too accurate in their passage through the rain to be the work of mere Army conscripts. "... Do you think their landing site is nearby? Far enough for them...

"You can say that ag-," Olena started... Before her wandering gaze fell on the triangular object in the night sky, her eyes narrowing as the vixen tried to figure out what it was. "Uh... Is... Is that an... Imperial shuttle?" She asked, pointing upward. It was a common enough sight on Naboo...

Olena hummed as she noted the noise alarm mechanism attached to the box... Well, it was right where she expected the objective to be and she didn't know enough about such intricate defenses to be able to disable it on site... So that left two courses of action. First, she carefully searched the...

For now, Olena holstered her weapon as she noted no one was in the office nor were they likely to arrive soon. This step would be the most delicate, even beyond assassinating Andropov - finding what she was looking for without leaving evidence that was her objective. She does take a moment to...

Olena tapped her fingers together as Lyudmila suggested "finishing" the guard off was more for pleasure than business. "W- well, I just think it might help." With the situation otherwise resolved, Olena accepted the key and made her way to the office. While it was doubtful she would find him...

Olena couldn't help but rise with a satisfied smile - that poor bastard didn't stand a chance. However, Lyudmila's comment goes unanswered as the farm girl stares at the pillar of flesh down below. Before she can get lost in more sordid daydreaming, she quickly sobers as the thief of...

Olena was not only blushing full in the face at the sight of Lyudmila's lingerie - her mouth had fallen ajar, damn near drooling at the quivering fat of a bottom given a paddling it so richly deserved. Maybe the thug was on to something calling the thief a slut. "Who brings lingerie on such a...

(This seems like a good time for a pervert roll for whether Olena gets distracted, stays focused, or even joins in)

"Well, we don't want him calling for backup or for your hysterics to attract any one else." Olena mused - the slightest bit of color entered her cheeks as she glanced down at Lyudmila's shoulder boulders again. "But I would bet a lot of money these mudaky have been trying to get their hands on...

Olena responded in an undignified slurry of incomprehensible gibberish, nerveless fingers and toes twitching. After a moment to collect herself, the voluptuous vixen worked herself up onto her elbows, looking down towards Adot's bobbing head. "Guh... Thanks for fucking my brains out, maaaaa'am,"...

Olena's gaze grew softer at Lyudmila's fairly simple request - even if the subtext was not lost on her. "I'm not necessarily in charge of that sort of thing... But if you help me, I will do everything in my power to get you there." It was an easy promise to make. Whether Olena could keep it or...

Olena managed to be polite and tear her gaze away from Lyudmila's breasts and focus on her eyes as she provided her backstory... Which seemed plausible enough, even if she wouldn't be surprised to learn it was fake. She nodded her head to the side while raising her eyebrows slightly at the...

Olena had been lounging and relatively relaxed, playing with her voluminous chest to the tune of Adot's tongue in her, when the latter kicked it up a notch. Clearly, announcing her weakness had been taken as an invitation, as the officer proceeded to launch a three-front assault on the...

Olena nodded along as she took mental notes of the information the maid was giving her. "So that confirms it as far as where the microfilm is. There probably isn't an alarm - especially if this one went over it with a fine comb as well as I would have... Only one guard being in the way isn't so...

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be too indisposed to even think to ask such questions, my girl," Olena noted with a cheeky smile. "First things first, Comrade Andropov's office - does he still have that painting inside? Has it been moved? Is there any kind of alarm system I should be concerned about?" "The...

Olena quietly stared at the door for a few moments longer than strictly necessary - an old habit her trainers had instilled into her, except she imagined getting a bucket of cold water dropped on her head wouldn't be the price of falling for the old "one walks, the other talks" trick... Well...

Olena had been recovering, pulling her leg back over Adot's waist. "Ough, that was something-!" She started before the officer suddenly wrapped her arms around her subordinate's torso, their breasts grinding against one another as their positions were reversed with a quick but gentle wrestling...

(Glad to be of service. Lol) Olena's eyes widened as she froze and watched the jewelry scatter both in and out of the box, like a dog that wasn't quite sure what happened or how she caused it. Her blue eyes slowly rose to meet the maid's, whose gaze fell on her bodysuit and accoutrements...

"I'll be just a moment!" Olena replied breezily as she rushed into the wardrobe - hopefully the maid would simply believe she needed to get into the back to grab something. And grab something Olena does she curiously picks up the box, head tilting like a confused dog. "Huh," she intoned...