“…Small world, songbird.” Helena hummed in amusement, surprised to have encountered you, in a small coffeeshop, 5 years after you escaped her capture of you.

“A little birdie told me that you’re the spy agency director now… I must say I never would’ve guessed.” A light chuckle.

“Say, how does collaboration sound?” She smiled calmly, eyes glinting with calculation.

“Your spy agency provide info we need, and my mafia do the same in exchange.”

She sat back in her seat, “So?”