Some parents teach their children something valuable for life. Well, I no longer have parents to teach me anything. And I don't want to call the old fart a father.
I stood on a tall, abandoned building in Budapest and observed the situation. HYDRA agents were scattered throughout the city, waiting for my signal.
My job was to kill the widow who was targeting our client.Our client would infiltrate many of HYDRA's agents into the upper levels of the White House, and so HYDRA could have better control over political decisions and power interventions.
There were lots of straps with weapons attached to my bare legs: firearms, knives, small knives, grenades, things like that.
I had to admit that I had completely lost my sense of cold.I no longer felt the cold, not even goosebumps appeared on my body, even though the wind currents on the building were quite strong and my hair was already blocked, despite the braid.
I looked at the city center with my naked eye and analyzed the cars that came and went.
I was looking for a woman with red hair.Suddenly a car stopped in front of the large, marble-white building.
I pushed myself off the wall and knelt. The long-shot pistol placed in front of me.I put my chin on the rest and looked through the target glass.
The widow I was supposed to shoot was named Natalia Romanova.
Normally they would have thawed B for this, but he was too valuable to them.
So HYDRA thought that I wouldn't be able to complete the mission.My eyebrows furrowed. Why would a Widow, a trained assassin who should be aware of the danger of being shot, put herself in such an obvious place?
I compared the picture of her I brought with me and the woman down there.
The mole on the right cheek next to the nose was missing.At that moment the door behind me burst open and Natalia stood in the doorway.
Her dark eyes scanned me as I slowly stood up.
She was a professional and I couldn't let on how afraid I was of her."Not the right outfit for a mission, don't you think?"
The redhead asked in a sarcastic voice and pulled out her knife.
"I'm not interested in practicality, it has to look good."I replied and started to protect myself against her attacks. I had never been good at hand-to-hand combat. In contrast to the others in Gafahr, I was even ranked very low in close combat.
That was also the reason why I mainly defended myself and not attacked.Using my left arm to defend myself, I reached into one of my right pockets and pulled out some sort of powder to quickly blow it into her face.
The hot-haired one screamed and let go of me. At that time I ran to the edge of the building, grabbed my sniper rifle, and jumped down.Meanwhile, I turned once and shot off a rope that attached itself to the dilapidated wall, bringing me to an abrupt halt.
I quickly pushed myself into the glass-protected windows, released myself from the rope, and sprinted out of the building.
As I sprinted out I heard Natalia's footsteps behind me.
I put my finger to my ear and gave a quick status report.
"Natalia Romanova is behind me, interrupted the line of fire."
A black car pulled up and I jumped in."Take me to the largest building nearby."
I demanded, accepting another weapon.
The soldiers in the car were talking in Russian and I only understood half of them.We stopped in front of it, right in front of the building where the politician I was supposed to eliminate was supposed to go.
I quickly got out and ran into the building, slowing my pace to avoid attracting attention, even though the building was under HYDRA's control anyway.
I drove to the top floor of the building and quickly walked to the outside area.
I quickly placed the long-range weapon on the rocky shelf and looked through the small binoculars with my right eye.The car pulled out and the older man in a black suit got out. He shook hands with the men in front of him and wanted to go into the huge, ancient building, but he couldn't do that anymore because I pulled the trigger and shot this politician in the back of the head from about 500 meters away.
I quickly retreated and covered up the traces of the weapon I had put down.
I pressed myself against the wall of the large building and swallowed hard. I shot someone. An important man. The only thing I heard were the screams of people and the rushing in my ears.
Slowly the noise began to drown out everything and I couldn't even hear the screams anymore.
Where was Natalia? Where was I anyway?
I looked around and gave myself a hard whistle to keep my cool.
"Pull yourself together, Audrey."My thoughts gathered themselves again. It wasn't the first time I'd shot someone. Chernobyl. I remembered.
But now I had to pull myself together and go back downstairs and carry on. Just keep going.
I said to myself and took the elevator but didn't take the normal exit. I took the exit that wasn't covered by video cameras and got back into the black car.I sat alone in the back seat, there was a secured window between the driver and me.
"Well done, angel."
The driver then turned off the voice system and left me alone with my thoughts.Everything that had happened in the last few weeks was playing back in my head. The people killed, the mission, B. Everything.
I scratched my palm for no idea how long, but it started to burn. When I took a look, my nails had scraped off all of my skin.
I watched in fascination as my skin put itself back together.Suddenly tears started streaming down my cheeks.
I can't get out of here. There's nothing I can do to escape this situation.
My right hand rose towards my head and I started hitting my head.I wasn't aware of what I was doing, I just did it.
This went on for about 5 minutes until I regained full consciousness.My temple was bleeding and I was probably no longer fully conscious.
B won't be there when I arrive. That was the only thing I could think about. Maybe I have to take on a new client again, and they probably wouldn't take me on with a laceration. But that also means that one of the other girls could possibly be taken. I didn't want to sound pretentious, and especially I didn't want to think of myself as the best choice for something like this. But I also wanted to prevent one of the others from being taken.
I could only hope that none of the girls had to meet a customer while I was away.
The driver stopped and dropped me off at the airport. Both of my arms were grabbed and they dragged me onto the plane. My head was still pounding even though the wound had already healed. So it couldn't be the wound.I had to close my eyes and didn't notice how they put me in the vestibule of the plane and leaned against the wall. One of the soldiers stroked my head, but I couldn't see who it was because my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them.
I didn't understand that. Why was I so tired? Was this shitty assignment supposed to bother me so much?
I had to stay awake and concentrate.Stay awake, stay awake, stay awake, stay awake, pale awake, stay awake, stay awake, stay awake, stay awake, stay awake, stay awake, stay awake.
These were the last words that were floating around in my head before I finally sank into the land of dreams.
I dreamed of blood. Lots of blood. There was just red, a red screen. Oh, and a shot-in head. From the politician. Who doesn't interest me at all.
Was I a monster? That I don't care that I shot someone. Someone influential. A human. A person who had family, feelings and people who loved him.
But why wasn't I interested?Why didn't I feel anything? I felt absolutely nothing for the fact that I had shot someone.
Was that HYDRA? Had they taken away my conscience? Or was that me?And my dream ended.
When I woke up I was sitting in the ballet room and dancing.
I danced. I didn't know how long, but I started when I wasn't conscious yet.
Why was I dancing at all and how did I get here?
Did someone put me in here or did I walk in here?I quickly ran out of the room, but before I could take one step in front of the others, my vision was blinded by small black dots. Iron deficiency, I suspected.
But I slowly felt my way along the wall, I didn't know where.When I could finally see properly again, I felt a latch that I pushed down with all my strength.
In front of me I say the ice chamber where B stood.
His face was completely frozen; that was all I could see of him.I basically dropped and leaned against the wall. Then I started telling everything. What I had done. I asked him whether it made sense that I didn't feel anything and whether he saw it that way too.
"What am I actually doing here? You don't understand me anyway. But... maybe you understand me. Maybe just... a little."
I whispered, hugging myself.
I wasn't a disappointment. I wasn't a disappointment. I wasn't a disappointment.
But most of all; I wasn't crazy.Or so I tried to tell myself.
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I'm very sorry for updating THAT late. I had really much stuff to do, you know?
School and Birthdays...
But here is the new chapter.
What do you think of it?-M