"I'm starting to. You kind of wear your heart on your sleeve." Lyudmila smirks, turning. "Da, tovarisch." The phone goes off not long after that - Mama's voice is terse and to the point as she explains that Olena and Lyudmila will be infiltrating the West via the tunnels underneath Berlin. She tells Lyudmila a car will be arriving to take them to the station in an hour. Olena figures she should probably just while the hour away with chit chat, but if she's lucky maybe she could talk her new companion into a quickie?"
Witch comes to the railing. "Hmm... The green one looks like scopolamine." She says. Alistair knows it pretty well - agencies across the world have long sought a 'truth serum', but scopolamine is about as far as they've gotten. It can't force someone to tell the truth, but it lowers inhibitions and induces suggestibility. "Don't know the other, though." The blonde shakes her head. It's okay - Alistair knows it well. Red Lace, a powerful aphrodisiac used both recreationally, and for torture. Low doses increase sensitivity and make sex more pleasurable. High doses, however, increase the pleasure to unbearable levels. When watching interrogations where the subject's health wasn't a priority, he's even seen high doses induce orgasms just from a single light touch. Opening the folder, he sees the text is written in code - not a hard one, though. Shouldn't take him long to decipher it, he just needs maybe an hour and some quiet.
Olena had stripped down out of a desire for casual comfort - after all, Lyudmila had allowed her into the room with barely a stitch of clothing on her. She was wearing a provocative set of lacey red in the same shade as her hair, and when she turned away from her companion, her panties did little to hide her voluminous derriere. As Lyudmila relays the information given by Mama, Olena turns at the waist, eyes hooded and a hand on her hip, accentuating her rear while silhouetting her figure against the light filtering through the window blinds. "You know... We ought to get to know each other more..." Her weigh shifted onto one leg, emphasizing one hip... "To make sure the mission goes well, we should know how the other ticks." Her weight shifts, her other hip now poking out. "For the mission, of course!"
