Yelena stood there. Really? This was supposed to be a pickup and delivery job. What was wrong with this guy?

"Which one of those is mine?" Yelena asked, nodding to the chest and then the metal case. "You give me that and we'll be on our way.

Seeing that Yelena was talking, Fanny was taking the opportunity to slowly come up to Boston's carrying case and do some sniffing. Was this a friend? Would it like to play?