4 Returning to the red room pt 2

Vroom vroom vroom 

Dutch sat in a car next to lady from the lounge. It has been a week since that incident and Dutch was finally on her way back home.

During the week Dutch stayed at the continental, the men came back with more people. Dutch was surprised to see many of the men and women weren't Russian. In fact other than X, Y, and Z none of the others were Russian.

Dutch saw they came from all over the world. Some being Japanese others, being Chinese, American, Indian, Italian, African, etc. 

They all pressured the woman, who was known as Lady Bell, into handing over Dutch. Lady Bell stayed unfaze. 

She had the manager go and get Dutch. She sat in one of the chairs in the lounge with a front row view for all to see. This was an obvious provoking tactic.

Even when the altercation was moved away from the continental grounds the men still stayed respectful and didn't dare to attack. 

"Why are you so quiet?" Lady Bell's voice rang in Dutch's ears. 

"Sorry Lady, i'm just confused." Dutch kept her eyes on the road as she spoke. 

"Confused? Well, do ask." Dutch turned around seeing Lady Bell lean back in the chair in an comfortable manner.

"Who are you? and who are those people that wanted to take me? Also how did you get them to leave me alone?" Dutch listed the three most important questions she had. 

"I already told you, I'm Lady Bell. Now for those people, they are the letters. One of the many spy/assassin organizations out there.

And the reason they left you alone dear is simple; power. They aren't powerful enough to stop me... from having you." Lady Bell hand touched Dutch's chin as she stopped talking.

Dutch saw a dangerous glint in Lady Bell's eyes. A glint that made a shiver run down her spine. Dutch nodded as she looked back out the window.

"I have to be strong to do what I want." She muttered under her breath.

"precisely." Lady Bell laid back a mischievous grin plastered on her face. 

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The rest of the ride was quiet. Dutch looked out the window trying her best to memorize the things she sees as she knew it would be a while before she was able to leave again. 

They soon approached a large building. It looked like a boarding school. Dutch nodded to herself.

They really went all out with this cover.

She gave her props to the red room. She looked at the stairs and saw an old woman with a cane. She had a neat bun with gray hairs and stood straight up with a cold expression.

Dutch immediately sat straight up. Her eyes laid on the woman as a memory came to the surface of her mind. 

"Oh no today's Friday. I missed practice.... Thank You Lady.... I promise I won't die before for filling my debt to you." Dutch jumped out the car before the car could stop.

She rushed towards the school without looking back. "I'm sorry Madam B. I missed class. I accept all punishment." After saying that Dutch rushed passed Madam B.

The car stopped in front of the school. The back window rolled down revealing Lady Bell.

"She is the most intriguing. Never the less don't spare her on the training. She was supposed to take over for A. So I expect you to make an exceptional operative out of her and her sister." The window closed half way before stopping.

"Oh and remember, I'm only leaving her in your care to train please don't think about learning anything from my property. Oh and also her name is Dutch." Lady Bell voice was cold and confident. Without waiting for Madam B, the window closed and the car left.

Madam B walked inside. She came to an open ballet room. A large mirror cover a wall. There was girls of all ages lined up in rows dressed up in leotards. 

One row at a time, Madam B watched in silence as each row performed a piece. All the moves were preformed with precision and elegance. 

Madam B's eyebrow raised. Her eyes landed on a red head. Her expression looked depressed. Even if she was the only three year old dancing with the an older group. Something she used to bring her pride.

Madam B looked to the side. She saw Dutch quickly run into the room wearing a leotard. She moved without stopping, placing herself next to the red head. 

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"Mess me?" Dutch nudged her way to Natasha. Standing byher side she finally relaxed.

Natasha looked surprised. She looked through the mirror at Dutch refusing to lose her stance. Dutch knew what would happen if she did. So she looked in the mirror and winked at Natasha.

A smile bloomed on Natasha face. "Come on baby, let's show these oldies how we do it!" 

Natasha snickered. They both danced with enthusiasm. Natasha's movement became smoother with Dutch their. They both out shined the older kids. 

Seeing this the girls next to them started to preform even harder. Dutch smiled as they all continued to move.

Madam B narrowed her eyes as she watched this. They were all in competition to outshine eachother. Madam B didn't oppose this in fact she encouraged competition.

Without true challenge will the girls growth be stagnant. She thought as she watched them all.

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"What are you doing back here? They said you died." Natasha hugged Dutch.

After two hours of dancing non stop, the girls finally got a break. They were currently doing after stretches and drinking water.

"Yeah I thought I did too." Dutch looked at Natasha with wide eyes. "They changed my name though, I'm Dutch now." 

"huh? Can I change my name I want to be Grace." A older girl with black hair and freckles said. She was sitting not to far away so it was no surprise that she would hear them talking.

"Nope, I'm special." Dutch held her head up.

"Oh yeah." The girl came over and smacked Dutch. "Special that." It didn't hurt her but she was shocked.

"Huh?" Dutch looked at Natasha and saw her head down. A frown appeared on her face. 

"The day after you left we started combat classes and sparing sessions." Natasha spoke after seeing Dutch's confusion.

"What about Madam?" Dutch looked at that girl with anger as she spoke.

"We can't fight out side the rings but it's not fighting if you don't hit back." Dutch narrowed her eyes.

"Have they hit you?" Natasha avoided Dutch's gaze.

This told her all she needed to know. She quickly stood up. Natasha quickly pushed her back down. She could have stayed up yet she chose not to.

"What?" Natasha slid back slightly 

"I want to handle them on my own." Dutch looked at Natasha. Her gaze fierce. This time Natasha didn't look away. 

"Fine but you got to learn to fight." A slick smile appeared on Dutches face. 

"So do you, you're already two weeks behind." They both exchanged knowing looks.

They were going to work together to learn and get ahead. This is how it always been. This is how they got to dance with the five year olds compared to to the others. 

Bang 

Madam B's cane hit the ground. Instantly every girl in the place stood up, facing the entrance. No one dared speak.

"Ok girls time for combat class." Madam B spoke casually.