The cold wind that awakens the agents is unwelcomed by many
but not Arla she embraces the wind. It reminded her of a summer beach where the
wind would whip up the sand until it seemed to crate flowers made of sand in
the sky. The birds were her favorite thing about the beach though. The little
sandpipers running around in short bursts of energy on their long thin legs. It
always brought a smile to her face. Oh god what she wouldn’t give to see those birds
right now she didn’t know.
The branches rustled in this new-found wind as a storm
seemed to brew on the horizon. The pitter patter of cold Icey water started to
drip onto her face. She grabbed her pistols and ammo bag and took cover under a
cedar tree. Her group that she was assigned was a bunch of green horns in her opinion
they talked too much, made friends too fast, friends they might lose in an
hour. The assignment was simple, take down the enemy's fort. The enemy was an
unknown some shady organization that had been testing with human DNA. They had
messed with her life too much. Her parents were from that organization, they
had volunteered for the testing on their DNA. The changes hadn't worked on
them, but the child her mother carried was a different matter.
One of the agents had started a fire to warm up their hands
she could smell it although they had tried to hide it. She groaned at their
stupidity, did they want to freaken die? She stormed over placing her boot in
the fire smothering it. She threw her coat over the ashes to hide the smoke
that was slowly wafting for the treetops. "What is your problem green
horn? We are three miles from the enemy, and you think it’s a wise idea to
create a smoke signal?" The look in her eyes made the young man shiver and
mumble, "no mam." She sighed and removed her coat from the fire
handing it to the man. "Here take this you could have at least told me you
don’t have a coat we could’ve worked something out." The man nodded accepting
the coat with a thanks. "Let's move out!" She yelled addressing the
group. The men gathered their stuff taking the bare minimum and leaving what
little food they had.
The trek was nothing to her as she walked with heavy bags of
ammo, but she noticed some of the rookies panting for air as they neared the tree
line. She held up her hand and the men stopped in their tracks looking at the
large building in front of them with wide eyes. The red Hydra flag was visible for
all to see and even Arla felt a little intimidated. She pulled out her water
bottle with brandy in it and took a gulp letting the adrenaline kick in. The
men looked to her for instruction as she placed the water bottle back in her
bag. She signaled the men to split up into two groups one would cause a
distraction in the back and the other would go for the front.
She waited for the fighting in the back to start before she
went for the front. The metal doors looked hard to open for someone without her
ability's and skillset. She placed her USB into the face recognition software and
waited for the affirming beep telling her the doors were open. The men gulped
as she drew her gun opening the door there was a lack of guards due to them
being occupied at the moment with the second group, but she knew not to let her
guard down. She made her way to the room full of the files she was tasked with
getting. The long medal hall seemed almost endless as she continued down it
looking around every corner.
The shout from down the hall told her she was running out of
time, Hydra had found them. She ran now not bothering to look around the corners.
She quickly opened the door and headed for the monitors. Hydra scientists
shouted confused by this random event but the were quickly silenced by her
accurate aim. She pulled a second USB drive from her boot and plugged it into
the monitor. As the drives were downloading, she felt a pain in her side. She
looked down to find that a bullet had grazed her hip. She swore and kicked the
gun out of the scientist's hand. His eyes widened as the bullet graze slowly
healed itself. She grinned. "Surprise." The bullet entered right
between his eyes with the look of shock still on his face.
The file was complete. She grabbed the stick placing it in
her boot and grabbed her water bottle pouring the contents on the monitor. She
lit a match on her nail and lit the computer room on fire. She exited the room
sprinting down the hall calling out orders as she went. Out of the corner of
her eye she saw the young man who had started the fire dead in the hallway
leaning up against the wall. Her coat was still on his shoulders now red with blood.
She gritted her teeth, why had Fury assigned her these nubes? She ran out into
the field with the pickup point rooted into her memory. She let the men run
into the tree line ahead of her as she sot behind her at the remaining Hydra soldiers.
"Hold your fire, hold fire! Arla!" She stopped her movements everything seemed to
slowdown as the man who had yelled stepped forwards. "Arla come here come
back your fighting the wrong side honey." She hadn't seen her dads face
for ten years but she knew that voice and face. She stood there in the middle
of a battle field sneering at her dad. "You are a monster. I will never
fight for Hydra I would rather die." She spit out her voice dripping with
venom as she turned and ran for the woods. Before she was out of earshot, she
heard her dads voice, "Oh you will, you will."
The Helicopter picked them up at the pickup point right on time.
She felt a numbness settle into her bones as she threw down her heavy gear and
slid down the cool medal wall onto the floor. Her curly blonde hair was coming
out of the tight bun she had placed it in that morning. She sighed and wiped
the blood and sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. The world looked so
different from up in the sky, but things always look better from farther away.
Her father when had been the last time she had seen him she
wondered. It was around ten years ago when she was twelve. She remembered how
she was living in a cement room with a drain on the floor for any waist. The
room was always dark you could hardly see your hand in front of your face. The
rats were the worst she had grown a fear of them as at night they crawled over
her limbs. She hated them more than anything except the men in white coats they
were the worst. She remembered her dad wearing a white coat, her dad injecting her,
it was her dad who had killed her mom.
When she got home after the helicopter had dropped them off,
she went straight for the bathroom. She opened the med cabinet full of the
strongest alcohol she could get her hands on. This was a ritual for her now
drinking after missions. Bottle after bottle went into her as she cried and cut
at her wrists with her knives, but they would just heal reminding her that she
was a monster, a freak of nature. The drinks made a reappearance however as she
threw up into her tub her sides aching as they emptied everything within them.
At this point she had cut so deep in the same places that the cuts weren’t healing
her stamina was running out. She let herself fall to the floor in her own vomit
and blood as she finally succumbed to sleep.
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