free_form2 From Russia With Expense Account
This was the second time the girl had touched down in America. By plane, at least. Her usual method of flight was... A little more extraordinary. Not that crossing the Pacific might have been impossible through it, of course, but commercial airliners were a good deal faster and a lot less tiring. She had travelled with no-one, but that did not prevent Sonya Ramius from virtually exhausting the plane's entire supply of meat and confectionary. Just as well, really, that it had been deliberately stocked with extra.

The Russian government was perfectly willing to supply its most valuable employees with what they needed to get things done.

Passing through the airport check-in, the first thing she did was to open mobile telephone and dial a number perhaps more fondly remembered than most.

"Mallorys? Is Sonya. I back...!"