5 Combat Class (Time Skip)

"Time for combat class." Madam B's cold gaze swept through the crowd.

The girls quickly lined up in their respective groups. They were about to set off when Madam B spoke again.

"Dutch your training will be separate from the rest of the girls. Follow me." Without a moment delay Madam B walked away.

The room was quiet, no one daring to speak. Dutch stepped out of line. 

"Told you I was special." She winked at Natasha. Her eyes darted back at the girl who smacked her, before turning around and following Madam B.

She could feel everyone's eyes on her, yet she paid them no mind. 

Dutch came to a room with twenty adults standing at attention. They all held different weapons. 

"Due to your unique circumstances these people will be your teachers. They will teach you everything they know about their trades." Madam B stood in front of those people. 

"Starting next week every Friday, I will give you a personal assessment. To see how your progressing in your training." She continued to speak 

Dutch nodded along, She could careless who trained her. "Do you have any questions?" Madam B looked at Dutch.

"No, but I was supposed to tell you in five years I have to go on an assignment for Lady Bell. She didn't tell me anything else other than to tell you this." Dutch saw Madam B microexpressions go Haywire. She bit back a laugh.

"Noted." She left the room shortly after.

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Mia looked around the room. "Let's get started people!" She smiled brightly as she rushed forward.

"Best way to Learn is by doing!" She laughed as she ducked under a kick. 

Swoosh 

She could hear something coming towards her from behind. She quickly side stepped. 

Bang 

A hard hit came from another direction. She took a knee as a kick came down from above. 

"Awe, you guys are cheating." Dutch frowned as she looked around. She was completely surrounded.

When she was in the Continental Lady Bell personally taught her some exercises that could help her control her strength.

Although her control wasn't the best it was enough for her to hold back when fight them. She wanted to learn how to properly fight and not rely on strength especially knowing what was to come in the future. 

"Ok, Fine." She got up and looked around. She got into a low stance. 

"Come at me!" Her palms slammed into her chest as she spoke with a smile. 

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Two Years Later

Dutch stood in a dimly lit room. Madam B not far from the entrance of the room. Next to her a red head with an anxious expression.

Dutch held a hand knife in a tight grip. Her body low as she surveyed her surroundings. 

A muscular brute wielding a massive warhammer charged forward. Dutch swiftly sidesteps the oncoming attack, her agility serving as her shield. With a nimble spin, she carves a deep cut along her opponent's arm, causing him to falter. Summoning her strength, she unleashes a swift thrust upward. 

pfft 

The knife dug into his neck, causing him to stagger backward.

Natasha let out a soft breath. "Nineteen." She kept counted.

This was Dutch's end of year exam if she pass she graduates to the next grade.

Natasha was nervous seeing the bloodied bodies scattered on the floor. She knew it was a necessity, as she herself had to kill a person. Yet that was different from this. Dutch killed eleven of her instructors and yet there was still more.

The next opponent armed with a staff rushes in, twirling it skillfully. Dutch expertly parries the strikes, maneuvering with agility while using well-timed kicks to keep the attacker at bay. She capitalizes on an opening, swiftly stepping inside the staff's reach, disarming the assailant, and delivering a thrust of her knife.

"Twenty." Natasha sighed in relief. She looked up at Madam B. Her cold expression making her hard to read.

"You Pass. Clean yourself, then prepare your things." Madam B walked out. 

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One Year Later 

"Are you sure you want to do this Dreykov?" A female's voice sounded behind a short man with glasses.

"More sure than anything, Kat. These fuckers been screwing with us since we got her back. Tonight we get pay back." Dreykov smiled. His eyes never leaving a large facility in the distant.

Meanwhile, Dutch could be seen wearing all black. Her eyes scanned the perimeter of the facility. She watched the guards closely. She had been there for an hour waiting for the perfect opportunity to move. 

Soon it came, shift change. Dutch moved swiftly. Her body effortlessly merging with the shadows. She moved according to the route she had chosen earlier. Navigating through the buildings, avoiding well-lit areas, and staying away from guards. 

Swiftly moving forward as if the cameras were nonexistent, she danced around the hallways conveniently avoiding motion detectors.

She stopped not to far away from a intersection. She ducked down and took off her book bag. Opening it she took out a small explosive with a timer. 

Sticking it to the wall and activating it a time of three minutes appeared on the timer. Dutch quickly moved. She continued to place explosives around the building, only stopping when she came to a lab.

Dutch walked in. She saw large tables with test tubes, beakers, scattered pawerwork and large Computers sitting on the tables. 

Swoosh swoosh swoosh Pfft Pfft Pfft 

She saw three people working in the lab. She flicked her hand. Three hidden knives flew out piercing each doctor in the neck. 

Dutch moved to the corner of the room. She moved a floorboard and found stacks of papers. Without looking at the she put them in her book bag.

She left the lab shortly after not caring for the three people on the ground. 

She continued onward until coming to the last hallway. She saw the lights on in several of the rooms.

This confused her other than the scientists who liked to stay overnight no one else should be here. She would know this as she had been staking the place out for months. She knew everyone here as if they were friends for years. 

That's why she didn't mind killing those scientists. They were the type to do anything for the sake of an experiment even make pregnant women suffer.

Dutch moved forward. She looked through the first door. Her heart dropped. She saw a bunch of girls laying in bed sleep. 

They didn't look that much older than her. She looked around into all the room. She found a nursery in one.

Her body trembled as she looked down the hallway. They were all kids. All of different ages.

"What the...." Dutch didn't know what to do. She was all to used to killing after the first year in combat classes killing became a common occurrence.

This was different. She wasn't killing because they were threatening her life or they were terrible people. No these were kids like her.... 

She sighed as Madam B's words rang in her mind. "Kill them young stops them from becoming a threat in the future." 

"That... She knew." Dutch voice was but a whisper. 

Ding 

A small alarm went off. Dutch looked at her watch. This was the thirty second alarm to get out. 

"Sorry." She turned around and ran as fast as she could. Tears poured down her face as she ran. 

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Boom Boom BOOM 

Dutch watched as the building blew up. She sat on a hill not far away from the building. 

"I'm going to kill them. I'm going to kill them all." She said referring to the red room and everyone involved with them.

"Dutchess!" An excited voice sounded behind her. 

Dreykov came over with an excited face. Dutch's cold face turned into that of a playful child.

"Drey! You see the fireworks. It was a lot louder than you said it would be." Dutch looked at Dreykov with slight frown.

"Oh right, I must've forgotten about your enhanced hearing." Dreykov happily took Dutch's hand. 

"Can I see Natasha now?" Dutch looked up at an unfamiliar woman then at Dreykov.

"Of course, you can have whatever you want." His smile radiating from ear to ear.

"What I tell you. My lucky star." He walked past Kat and whispered. Kat glanced at Dutch with and uncertain look.