1/13/1956

Dear Diary,

The door to the steam filled room opened and I stepped out.

"I can't believe it worked!" said the man with the moon spectacles, "My daughter is alive! After years of study it finally pays off. Now I am the first man to create life from scratch. I created life from no life. I have achieved one of my ultimate goals! She was created from the blood of Captain America, and an African Witch."

The men kept asking me questions, but I couldn't answer. My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. I knew how to talk but I was unable to. I could understand what they were speaking yet I couldn't respond.

"Now my daughter, you shall become a great hero to Hydra," the man with the spectacles continued, "I am Doctor Arnim Zola, but you shall simply call me 'father'. Now Johnson let Agent Carter know that we have a new trainee"

"F-f-father?" I asked, "W-w-why is i-it so hard t-to spe-speak?"

"It is simply because you have no experience with speaking, and you are not accustomed to it. You see, you were created with the language written into your brain. You will also have trouble walking and fighting for a short while."

"Y-yes F-father."

"Sir, Agent Carter says to bring her to the gym," The one that Father had called Johnson said, "She said that she would train your daughter herself. She also asked for her name."

"Emilie, Emilie Zola, after my own mother," Father said, "Now my darling you I will give you a gift." He handed me a thick book and pen, "Use it for whatever you may need."

"Yes Father," I said, more sure of myself now. My mouth was sore, yet I said nothing. I did not want to disappoint Father.

"Johnson, take her to the gym, Agent Carter will be a good trainer," Father said, "We are lucky she will take the time to train her personally."

"Yessir," Johnson said, "Follow me ma'am." I followed him out of the room, "You will probably be addressed as Agent Zola from now on."

"Okay, and you are Agent Johnson?" I asked, "That is what Father called you. I really didn't know what Father was talking about when he said that I haven't spoken before. If that is true, then how do I know how?"

"Uh, you are, well you hadn't spoken before because you are a lab creation. You are not a robot, and you are fully human, but you were just born."

"Then why do I know how to speak?"

"The language was written into your brain."

"Oh, I think I get it."

"Do not tell anyone you are a lab creation," Johnson warned, "Your father and I would be in trouble. You don't want to get us in trouble do you?"

"No, I do not, but why can't I tell anyone?" I asked, "Am I not supposed to exist?"

"Well, umm, I'll tell you later, we shouldn't even be talking about it here. Anyone could be listening."

"Well, ok," I said. My legs were feeling sore now too, but now I understood a little bit more, "Johnson, my legs are sore."

"Live with it," he said, "I don't mean to be harsh, but it's what we must do. It will take some getting used to, but if you are going to live up to your Father's standards, you must get used to walking. You will probably do it every day for the rest of your life."

"Oh," I said, "I didn't mean to complain. Is this the gym?"

"Yes, this is the gym," Johnson said, "That is Agent Dugan. That one over there is Agent Carter."

"She is pretty," I said, "Do I look that good? Actually don't answer that question. I'll figure it out in my bedroom later."

"Yes ma'am."

"Could you please stop calling me ma'am all the time?"

"Yes," Johnson said. He kept quiet until we reached Agent Carter, "This is Emilie Zola, the new trainee."

"Yes, I see that," Agent Carter said, " Johnson you are excused. Now Emilie, I want you to punch me."

"Pardon me ma'am?" I questioned. I wasn't sure she knew what she was talking about. I didn't want to get in trouble on my first day.

"You're in a fighting class aren't you? Punch me," she commanded. I did then as I was told, hoping she would do as I had suggested, and "pardon me". She dodged, and punched me back. She hit her target. The punch hurt, I didn't react. I knew that if I showed weakness my enemy might win.

"Good show no weakness of your enemy might take advantage of it," Carter said, "I'm not congratulating you, simply telling you that you know a good lesson. Now I will punch you until you can dodge all of them with ease, and punch me back."

"Yes ma'am." After three hours of training like this, I finally won a fight. She used her walkie-talkie to bring Johnson here.

"Johnson, show her to the Strategic Sciences room," she instructed, "She'll learn mission strategies there. If she passes her daily exam, bring her to Bedroom J 115. She will stay there."

"What will I do tomorrow?" I asked.

"You will go to the Fitness Ascertainment at 7:30. You will leave there at 10:00 for Fighting Abilities. And you will stay here until I say to go to Strategic Sciences."

"Yes ma'am," I replied. Johnson showed me to the Strategic Sciences Division. I went in. He followed.

"I am Agent Daniel Sousa," a man said, "I will educate you in Strategic Sciences. Here you will learn the quickest, most efficient ways to complete a mission."

"Yes sir," I said, "How shall I start first?"

"Johnson will take you to a desk, and will create a hypothetical mission for you. I will add little details, like where guards are. And you, you will create a mission plan, and tell me how you would complete it. We shall repeat the process until you get a full score."

"Now, you are on a boat," Johnson started, "your mission is to steal a dangerous weapon from these criminals. You are not to blow your cover until you are gone."

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Now, I'm sitting in my bedroom, waiting for Johnson to find me a map of this huge base. I don't know how long it will take me to find my way around, but I hope it won't take too long.

Love from,

~EAZ~