Returning to the red room pt 1

Mia jumped down off the roof of the warehouse. She landed behind the building. She made it out yet she didn't know which way to go.

"Well if I was a red room where would I be?" She muttered to herself. She looked around, while pointing her hand on her chin. 

She looked to the side and saw a familiar face. Y stopped. He saw Mia and her burnt clothes.

Mia frowned deeply. "Well I don't think it's that way." Mia took off in the opposite direction.

"Stop!" Y shouted as he chased after her. 

"Wow he's fast." Mia sped up. She put her all into it. 

It didn't take long for them to reach a crowd of people. Mia didn't stop. She was all to used to weaving her way through people. She lived in New York for most of her life before moving to Boston.

She smoothly weaved her way through the crowd of people. To her dismay Y was just as good if not better. The gap between them was closing in.

Screech

Mia jumped up as a car drove in front of her. She landed on the hood. She turned and looked at the driver. 

"Hey just get in the car!" Z exclaimed when he saw Mia.

His voice as soft as possible. Mia could hear the panic in his voice. 

Mia looked back and saw Y closing in. She looked around and saw a hotel not far away. In a panic, she approached. 

"No, not there!!" Both men shouted. Neither caring about the public eyes on them.

Mia no longer ran at full speed but with swiftness. She heard both men shout and ignored them. 

Entering the building Mia watched as most people ignored her. She thought this was one of those high end hotels that didn't pay attention to the needy. Although Mia wasn't needy her clothes definitely gave homeless. 

Mia looked back and saw both men enter the hotel with nervous looks on their faces. A bad feel arose in her when she saw this. 

She knew from how Y ran he was a super soldier to, yet for some reason he was a lot slower than her. 

"Hello madam, how may I be of service today?" A tall white man in a black suit spoke professionally.

Mia looked at him. He looked at her with a professional attitude and patiently waited.

Mia opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed them as a hand grabbed her shoulder. 

"We're sorry manager, we don't mean you any trouble. This one was a bit slippery that's all." Y spoke with respect.

Mia looked straight up and saw he was a bit scared. She looked at the manager. Mia was confused about this. She couldn't help her curiosity. 

"What is this place?" To her surprise she spoke fluent Russian. 

The manager looked down at Mia, "this madam is The Continental." 

"The Continental like Joh- neutral ground." If Mia guess was correct then that would mean this wasn't just marvel as she was lead to believe.

"Yes, that's exactly what this is." The manager spoke while a smile bloomed on his face.

Mia nudged forward. Z's hand broke off her shoulder. She quickly moved away from him. "I would like a room." 

"Manager, I apologize severely. This young girl doesn't have any money to pay for a room. We'll leave now and get out of your hair." Z reached for Mia who dodged his hand.

He is slower than me

Mia looked up at the manager, who still wore a professional smile. 

"Now, now Z. You of all people should know, for all new members, get a free week trial and a signing bonus." He spoke calmly

"Sir she's not signed to the high table. Plus she is property of the letters. So if you don't want to cause any trouble, I suggest you hand her over and we'll leave calmly." Z face grew serious, knowing the manager wanted to take their property.

"The high table appreciates that warning." A woman voice sounded behind Mia.

She turned around and saw a a tall slim woman wearing high heels with a high slick back ponytail with glasses. 

"Hi" Mia waved with a smile, that showcase her childish innocence.

"Hello there sweetheart, what's your name?" The woman squatted to Mia's level.

"..." Mia looked at her blankly. It wasn't that didn't want to tell the woman her name it was that the fact she didn't feel like Mia anymore. Mia wasn't out going or on the spot person. She was strict and always had a plan. 

Her actions the night she died was due to the fact she finally got over a break up and had a free day from work. She wanted to celebrate. 

Yet now her actions were on the spot and random. She would have never ran into a door so recklessly especially when she was in an unknown place with unknown people. 

Seems like Mia and Alexandria truly were merged. 

Mia sighed inwardly. "Dutch, my name is Dutch." This name came from the main character from her favorite show, killjoy. 

She only watched it because her aunt didn't have any WiFi or cable only a dvd player. This was one of the shows she had. Mia ended up watching all five seasons.

(True story, but it wasn't my favorite. I just didn't have anything else to watch. I only thought of it because I needed a name.) 

"Dutch? Very interesting name. Are you not Russian." The woman raised her eyebrows. 

"Yes, I was born and raised in Russia, but I was also taught English as well." Mia head her head up in pride as she switched her language from Russian to English. 

She has memories of her academic classes with Natasha. They were taught four different languages since they were born. 

English, French, Japanese, and Russian

She remember her and Natasha switching between each during conversation even mixing up between words. They did this since they were the most proficient in all four languages the. The rest. They liked to show off. 

Dutch smiled inwardly thinking of this. 

"Ok your name is Dutch and one more question. Who are these men to you?" The woman eyes gleamed with interest.

Dutch felt like her entire body was being stripped and looked at for everyone to see. 

"Nothing, bad men came and took me away from

my sister.... Could you take me back to my sister?" Her eyes gleamed with hope, ignoring the feeling she just had a minute ago.

"And where is your sister?" The woman looked at Dutch.

"They left her at the ballet school with Madam B." Dutch chose her words carefully.

"This is ridiculous we paid for her, she's our property." The woman glanced at Z with cold eyes. 

Z quickly shut his mouth. "The red room? Ok it won't be a problem to send you back, but it will cost you."