The Raven

ALWAYS - TWO

Helsinki, Finland.
October 27th, 7:00 pm

The clinking of Sofia's combat boots colliding against the stone sidewalk echoes through the deserted alleyway.

Just get him drunk, Lead him back to the hotel and get him talking. You can do this. She reminds herself, Fidgeting the sleeve of her beige sweater between her fingers.

Typically she always reaches for clothes in a darker color palette, But she knows the easiest way to get the answers she needs is to play up the role of a dumb blonde on vacation.

And to show as much skin as comfortably possible, Given it's about 45 Degrees Fahrenheit.

She studied the handful of facts given to her about Jonathan Hogsworth, On the jet ride here. Rumlow only needed to be threatened twice before he finally backed down.

All she knows bout the man she's about to track down, Is he's an American businessman who two months ago up and abandoned his job as COO to a California Based Vegan Food Company, Divorced his wife and moved to Finland.

Shield has been reportedly keeping a close eye on the companies CEO, Suspecting the company is actually being used to smuggle drugs into the country under the banner of their Plant Based Products.

Hogsworth's drastic lifestyle change came about immediately after a trip he accompanied his boss on, Shields best guess is Hogsworth couldn't stomach how the Vegan Sausage was being made.

She struts up to the navy blue door of Moony's Irish Pub, The handle is in the shape of a crescent moon and she can't help but smile.

She's always favored the night, She and Natasha would gaze out their small window when they were still prisoners of the Red Room.

Being above the clouds, The view at night was always spectacular. They'd spend a lot of time sharing childish thoughts and ideas about whether or not they believed in Aliens, Gods and everything in between.

It was the only portion of their day when the two young girls were able to relax, And it was in these small moments where they bounded the most.

Sofia strolls inside the dimly lit pub, Being greeted by boisterous laughter and the smell of cheap alcohol.

She glances around the opened area, Taking a mental picture of each guest filling the dozen or so booths, The handful of young college aged couples cheering at the television hanging above the bar top, The short brunette bartender with tattoos covering every inch of exposed skin on her voluptuous body, And finally her gaze lands on him.

Jonathan Hogsworth.

The already balding, Middle aged man, Sits alone on a stool at the back corner of the bar. His slumped over posture, And three empty shot glasses sitting next to his mostly empty beer glass tells her all she needs to know.

This is unquestionably a man with a guilty conscience, And given the amount of alcohol already flooding his system, It should be easy for her to get the information she needs tonight.

But first she needs to get him alone.

You can do this. She tells herself for the millionth time today, Slipping on her perfected mask of the dumb blonde party girl which she's worn a dozen times on other missions.