Episode 44 Little elite assassin agent Natasha Romanoff is too cute 1/2

(Natasha's POV)

Sleeping gas again, I suspected something would happen and tried to escape but due to my desperation they killed one of my classmates.

The training door was open but another one destroyed the concrete frame and sealed the place. 'a hidden door, I didn't foresee that', the gas filled the room.

It seems that there were countermeasures to put us to sleep in case of a riot.

I decided to fall to the ground to lie down in the best decision, anyway I will fall asleep and if I keep trying to knock on the door tomorrow I will have one more bump.

I only managed to kill a couple of soldiers, I will take the beating they will give me as my punishment for not thinking about saving my sister.

Because if I failed and went to rescue my sister then they would execute her, just to prove a point.

If I wanted her to survive then it is best that they do not use her as my weakness.

It takes a lot of time and resources to train a good soldier and I have more time in the red room than Yelena so it was obvious who would be killed.

Luckily I had anticipated that.

When I woke up I expected to be tied to a metal chair bolted to the concrete but it was not the place I expected, it was brighter than I could have imagined.

I woke up on a stretcher with dozens of my fellow assassins around me who are still being trained as assassins and there are also some who are already active.

'What is going on?' I questioned myself. My hands move on their own, one of my nails is sharp, two others are cut halfway, I tear off pieces of my nails and use them to free myself from some of the locks that tie me to the stretcher.

I acted as if I was asleep and did not make many movements until I realized that something was wrong.

'Where is the safety? This doesn't happen, it doesn't usually happen, only that time when one of the widows tried to escape, one of the best and almost succeeded but before escaping she wanted to get revenge on Dreykov and no one heard from her again.

'Maybe this is my chance.' Natasha thought making a decision. Try to escape again.

I straightened my body and saw that the girls were outside a railway, I had felt the vibrations only twice.

I thought my senses deceived me but it seems that the railway passes through the underground base but now I see that it is an area perhaps to escape.

The air is different here, it doesn't smell the same as the base and I could almost be sure that we are in another place, there are stairs that lead up.

Both sides and the train is huge. My hands move, I am tied with handcuffs to the stretcher.

'Blood?'.

Only then do I realize that I am already walking towards the train door to escape, it seems that I am desperate to escape, I stop and begin to release the

My gaze perceives that many of the adult widows act as if they are still unconscious.

'Someone removed the anesthetic serum, who?' I wonder, sniffing the area in search of an unusual scent.

I look at the floor but there don't seem to be any traces that indicate anything useful.

More black widows wake up from their stretchers and I decide to help free myself.

"What is happening?"

"What are you doing?"

"It smells like gunpowder"

"Blood too"

"The smell is weak"

"It's too quiet." Said one of the adult widows.

Several widows say that they are trying to get rid of their bonds.

Many panic and begin to feel anxious, breathing very agitatedly.

For some reason they all have a strange feeling that they will be freed, a longing, a hope that they all believe will never pass.

To be masters of their time, of themselves, of speaking and acting when they want, of doing.

"It seems like a season"

"The waiting room for this train, but it doesn't look civilian, look, a camera"

"There are weapons here." One of the girls said as she opened a large box full of pistols and machine guns.

"In this box there are cartridges and bullets." Another woman said. All the widows went for the weapons and quickly equipped themselves.

"Girls." A mature woman said, pointing to an unseen place.

"What's going on?" Another of the girls asked, looking at the number of boxes covering a large wall.

"Everyone is here." The woman who had climbed the stairs said and was pointing with her hand as she pulled out a gun.

All of us felt defeated, my strength left when she said they were waiting for us but when she pulled out her gun I was curious.

There were no shots fired in retaliation or shouts about surrendering, no one ordered her.

She smiled and ran with her gun to another part of the train waiting room.

One and then another started running so I decided to go after the girls.

I don't understand why they didn't get on the train until I saw why they were all running towards the waiting room that was covered by dozens of carts with boxes.

"Who the hell did this?"

"The doctor in charge of the operating room"

"It must be a joke, I'm dreaming"

"I'm dreaming too"

"This must be a dream"

"Or a trap"

The girls fell silent when they heard footsteps, very heavy footsteps coming down a staircase.

They all drew their weapons and pointed them at the big guy coming down the stairs.

As I went down I noticed that his way of walking is strange, as if he were wearing very high heels or stilts, a strange sensation because he doesn't seem to be wearing heels.

It's a man, I'm sure of it. A man over two meters tall.

The man in armor walks while raising his arms in a sign of surrender.

There is blood on his armor, fresh blood, it's scarce but it's not something that escapes our gaze and I'm sure we can all see the traces of dents.

Bullet marks and blood, iron dust, the smell of explosives, gunpowder.

I look around for a way out and think about escaping when I hear a voice.

"Natti Rowley, is there a Natti Rowley around here, with a sister named Yenyen?" A voice said.

"Who are you?" An adult woman asked, pointing her gun straight at the guy's temple.

"I am responsible for their forced release, I am very sorry about that, I really thought I had screwed up by using nerve gas when they had clearly already been sedated but I wanted to prevent the base from asking for help and fighting against so many soldiers could put them in danger"

"I am not a professional like you, I am a novice at this business of infiltrating bases full of soldiers and with so many alarms, sensors, surveillance by cameras, soldiers patrolling, annoying protocols and all that"

"You don't know but my nerves almost caused me to have a heart attack and I have planned to torture Dreykov, that bastard had a double, can you believe it? I found him in a meeting, I have been looking for the bastard for months and other months that it took me to find information about Nati Natasha". Said the man in armor.

His terrifying voice for some strange reason sounds childish.

'It's a voice modulator'. The widows thought.

Just mentioning Dreykov made the cold and ruthless agents feel nervous.

"This is not a dream." Natasha whispered, carefully looking at the armored man who was 20 meters away and slowly approaching.

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