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It was a whole other day of lying low after the attack at the hotel before Olsen got back to his mission. There was still a sizable bounty on his head and any one of the mafia's associates would be looking for a tall maned wolf that looked more rugged than the average person. Still, he couldn't keep to the shadows forever, there was still a task to complete.

The folder that Taylor had given him detailed a defector from the Russian mafia that is seeking asylum in exchange for information regarding the mafia there in Chicago. The two crime syndicates often exchanged resources and did quite a lot of business with each other, allowing this new person to have quite a bit of knowledge about the Chicago mafia's confidants and suppliers for their drug and alcohol routes.

It was the middle of the day and Olsen was making his way through a park. He wore a casual set of clothes at the moment, not his big bulky coat. Hell, he didn't even have his sidearm on, choosing to be as inconspicuous as possible. He hid himself in plane sight like he was taught to do in these kinds of situations, especially since he would have to meet with his informant in broad daylight as well.

The last bite of a ketchup garnished hot dog was had as the maned wolf spotted her off on a bench. Unlike him, she was dressed flamboyantly in a floral dress and was garnering quite a few different looks from men as they walked by her. Though she was alone, her legs crossed at the knee and her head turned off to the side, no one had chosen to give her any company. Olsen didn't know if the girl was intending to be like him or if she wasn't as smart as he was lead to believe. Either way, there was work to be done.

He confidently walked up to where she was sitting and settled on the spot beside her. She turned to look at him and offered a friendly smile, and he became instantly dazzled by her gorgeous looks. She seemed to be pretty young, disarmingly so, though the information he had on her said that she was about his age. He locked eyes with her for a moment and stole himself away to drink in her radiance.

She was a white furred vixen, her coat fluffy and soft and as pure as freshly fallen snow. She was very thin and lanky, her bust being so small that it was barely noticeable beneath her shirt. Her eyes were a dark blue, like smoldering sapphires that caused the lupine's voice to catch in his throat. He had to turn his gaze away so he could properly speak.

"The birds are singing wonderfully today," he stated out right and glanced to a nearby tree that had a few birds fluttering among its branches.

"I'd prefer them to sing jazz," came her response in a thick, Russian accent.

"I'm a blues man, myself," he stated, ending the passphrase that gave away their identities as CIA operatives.

The woman smirked and tilted her head at him. "It's very good to finally meet you, agent Dayton," she said, her voice rumbling with a murr.

"And you as well, Miss Breshkov," he replied with a smile.

"Please, just call my Talia," she pressed.

"Talia," the maned wolf addressed evenly. "I have a room at a nearby hotel where we'll be safe. I think we should go there quickly," he explained and scanned the rest of the park, watching for anyone that might have looked out of the ordinary. People were strolling about casually, but any one of them could have been armed and looking for a white fox and maned wolf duo.

Talia made a disproving click with her tongue and gave a slight shake of her head. "Please, Mr. Dayton, this is my first time truly being out here in America, I'd like to see the sights."

"Please, call me Olsen," he corrected first. "And there will be plenty of time later to explore once you've given us the info that you have and you're in a secure relocation."

"Nonsense!" she barked and then immediately stood up. She turned towards him and grabbed both of his paws, pulling him up to his feet. "I saw an icecream vendor not far away, if you treat me to an icecream cone I'll come back to your hotel room."

Olsen raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in behavior, not quite expecting something so excited to come from someone that was being hunted like he was. Maybe she wasn't as smart as he hoped? The thought made his stomach turn cold.

"Talia, we don't have time for this!" he hissed and dug his heels into the ground, making the two stop. She turned on him and frowned, but paused as she caught his hard gaze. "We're both in serious danger here, and our mission is very important. We are willing to uphold our part of the bargain but you have to follow through with your side as well."

"Please, Olsen. I've been in serious danger all my life. You'll need to threaten me with something much worse than that," she said and let go of his paw, but she continued on where the icecream cart was. The maned wolf blinked in disbelieve and then growled as he chased after her. When he caught up to her side he remained quiet and kept a vigilant eye for anyone that might have looked suspicious. He quickly came to the conclusion that he would need to play ball with this woman if he was going to get the information he wanted, even if it meant to go along with such childish ventures.

"And what can I get you two today?" the young icecream cart owner said with a pleasant smile.

"Two chocolate cones, please!" Talia barked with a wide smile.

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