[Elena had been listening to a local broadcast, downing a room-temperature bottle of water, when the news broke. It wasn't unusual to hear a report about Rufus engaging in his normal business, but when the word 'collapsed' hit her ears, she's choking.
Hadn't they talked recently about his working long hours? Elena, not really in a position to chastise the man, had voiced her concern and then let the matter drop. Clearly she was going to have to have words with his secretary about overbooking his schedule - that is if Tseng didn't beat her to it.
Like the other Turks, Elena is very aware of where the would have taken the President. So she makes a beeline straight to his complex, silent save for her footsteps. She gives a series of knocks, sounded to a particular rhythm that denoted it was a Turk at the door, the key to the apartment in hand in case there was no response and she had to let herself in.]
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Hadn't they talked recently about his working long hours? Elena, not really in a position to chastise the man, had voiced her concern and then let the matter drop. Clearly she was going to have to have words with his secretary about overbooking his schedule - that is if Tseng didn't beat her to it.
Like the other Turks, Elena is very aware of where the would have taken the President. So she makes a beeline straight to his complex, silent save for her footsteps. She gives a series of knocks, sounded to a particular rhythm that denoted it was a Turk at the door, the key to the apartment in hand in case there was no response and she had to let herself in.]