She picked up the phone, flipping it open and holding it up to her
ear. "Yes?" "I heard you had a job today." "Yeah, near the Oran
company. Tough guy." She took a sip of her beer from a bottle
nearby. "Spent all day working on getting him, but he's going back
now." "You do realize what I'm trying to tell you, right?"
She pulled up a list of girls from the operation, skimming through
the list until she came across a certain name. Aleski
Ivanov. She sighed, holding her head as thoughts began flying.
'Did she know?' 'Was it all a covert mission?'
"What? The only people I talked to were the thief and the assistant
who opened the door. It's not like she could be an enemy of the Red
Room or something," she scoffed. "No, but the Oran company sounds
too familiar," the voice on the other side said. "Something tells
me that they might connect you." "Oh please! The Oran company had
nothing to do with us."
"All I'm saying is be careful." "Alright, alright, fine, I'll tag
her for a bit. But I'm not an assassin anymore, I can't just go
around breaking the law." "No one said you have to."
Then, three days passed. Alseki had woken up in a cold sweat, and
was now walking down the street, late at night, collar turned up of
her leather jacket.
Olivia was standing on the balcony of her room, looking out at the
city. Once again, she couldn't sleep, so she went outside to think.
She adjusted her belt, which had the Widow logo, that she'd painted
over in black paint.
As Aleski turned the corner, she happened to look up, seeing the
Oran building. The conversation she'd had earlier made her pause.
What would the Oran company have to do with the Red Room? They were
so vague, so nondescript that Aleski didn't even know what they
sold, and her favorite diner was only a few blocks away. She stood
there for a while, before she felt the first raindrops on her face,
and realized that it was raining.
She looked down, seeing a person freeze in front of the building.
From the floor she was on she couldn't tell who it was. She stood
examining them for a few moments, before a raindrop fell on her
forehead. She groaned, pulling up her hood before heading inside.
For a minute, Aleski stayed there longer, ignoring the rain. She
was supposed to be the Black Widow who would break just about as
easily as diamond, what harm would a little rain do her? But Aleski
liked being weak, liked pretending that wasn't who she was, so she
retreated to the diner, which was thankfully open at that time. She
opened her phone and called someone. "Yes?" "Andrei, I need
information on the Oran Company." "So you trust that there's
something shady about them?" "No, I just want to check something."
Olivia went up to her dads office, knocking on the door only to let
herself in. "Sir?" She asked. He quickly looked up. "What's up
Olive?" "I was wondering mr you knew an...Aleski Ivanov?" He
thought for a moment. "The name doesn't ring any bells, why?" "Just
curious" She said with a small smile
As Aleski was digging into a pile of pancakes, a favorite
late-night meal for when the nightmares came, her phone lit up. She
picked it up again, to discover a phone number sent from Andrei.
Underneath it was a message. "I'll start with the number to the
assistant of Oran's head. Maybe she'll talk." Aleski sent a
smiley-face, then called the number.
Olivia was heading back to her room, when her phone rang in her
pocket. She hurriedly grabbed it, answering the number. "Orans
Company, how can I help you?" She asked by habit.
She chuckled. "Sharp ears, I see. I was wondering if you could tell
me more about the Oran company you work for. Y'know, since you
share the same last name as it. Coincidence?"
"My dad owns the company, actually. I don't get too much
information, just that we take in inhumans, ones that are confused
and harmful, and we," She hesitated. "train them, essentially'