Episodio 46 Me quedo con las chicas de cuero negro ajustado 1/3

"I think you guys have gained some resistance to the sleeping gas, let's give it time, I'll take Natt to meet up with his sister, you guys can do whatever you want, I still haven't figured out how to escape from here but from what I heard it's a safe base and it's quarantined or something, I just know that no one goes in or out for a long time and the entrance to the car has a gate that will close automatically, I still don't know how to deactivate that"

"Is everyone in the base dead?"

"Neutralized." I answered one of the young widows.

Some of the widows were whispering amongst themselves, they didn't think they were safe and others were planning to get out and escape so they started to walk away.

Only the younger widows were left looking at each other.

"What? Are you leaving us?" A girl asked, the youngest of the group or the shortest one approached me.

"Are we really safe?" The girl asked looking me in the eyes.

"Yes, 100% sure, I heard right now that there is an intense mobilization in the city and in the whole country but nobody will come here, Dreykov would hide here for some months so there will be nobody knocking on his door during that time"

Some of them started crying and hugging each other, they were all young, the adult widows were no longer in the area, some seemed to know others, it was like they were sisters, even when a colored girl hugs a white or dark-skinned one, there was no racism here.

It was a very beautiful sight.

"If you want to follow me I wouldn't mind, I can finance you to take revenge or do whatever you want, I would like you to use the data I have to free the other widows or communicate with them, I have very important information but I can't analyze it myself"

"I think all the minors teach us about technology, all of them here can help you". Said one of the girls, only 4 had stayed by my side.

I take Natt on my back while she just hides her face in the back of my neck and uses her arms to reach my neck.

I just smile at some of them while I carry Natasha on my back, she just stays there adjusting and keeps hiding her face.

"You say you can finance us, how?" The girls ask behind me.

"I can't reveal that to anyone, just ask for a jet and I'll bring you a jet." I said casually while walking up the stairs.

"Do I weigh a lot?" Nat asks in my ear.

"I could carry a truck." I answer.

"That doesn't answer my question." She said still with her nose sniffing my back and hiding her face.

"You're very light." I answer while looking at the widows who torture or end up killing base personnel stuck to the wall.

While others just seem surprised by the way they were found.

The girls behind me stared at each other and looked at the guys with their limbs pressed against the wall.

'How did he do it?' They all wondered, there was a lot of movement throughout the base, I could hear doors opening and closing.

'According to my sensory ability there is only one huge elevator to ascend and another smaller one is right next to that same elevator, but it is hidden, maybe it is exclusive for Dreykov'

The walk was long and soon we arrived at a large area where there was a widow carrying a gas tank and a blowtorch to some area.

"It looks like we could play soccer here." I said looking at the huge area with rubber flooring that I assumed they use for hand-to-hand combat.

"We train martial arts here." Nat said weakly.

"And that?" I asked pointing to another area and starting to walk.

"Study screens, it seems relaxing but it is not, there are punishments for those who destroy them"

"And that room?"

"It is a hallway, it leads to a track, you can learn to repair and drive cars, motorcycles"

"That place I suppose is the infirmary." I said looking at Natasha on my back while I continue walking through the base carrying her on my back.

I couldn't imagine the pain she went through, my nose smells some blood, it seems she got beaten up a few days ago.

I can only think of one possibility, maybe she tried to escape. I've seen a lot of widows and many of them have wounds or look traumatized.

"Yes and no, it's the area where they teach us vital parts of the human body, they also teach us how to treat our wounds, we use real human bodies." Natasha answered my previous question.

'What a horrible shit.' I thought to myself.

"Oh, that sounds cool and that other one." I asked to divert my attention.

"bladed weapons"

"Do you know how to handle a sword?"

"Yes"

"Cool, I just wave it and hope to cut someone, a while ago I came to an organization called the Hand, they all use melee weapons and are very skilled at hiding in the shadows and stabbing"

"The Hand? I have no knowledge of organizations, I only did assassination missions"

"How many missions did you complete?" I asked surprised.

"Over 90." Natasha answered casually as if it was no big deal.

"It's true, when Natasha met Banner and he asked her if they trained spy girls of that age Natasha answered yes, damn it."

"Incredible"

"Not really, at first they are just surveillance missions, sabotage, theft and ambushes that end in the murder of a person"

"-"

"That sounds difficult, I did missions but I was a damn child with powers while Natasha is just a common human and a female, a child."

Nat took me on a tour of the entire place and soon we arrived at the facilities I needed to visit.

Without realizing it there were no widows following us anymore. Maybe they didn't want to get close to the place we were going to.

"I think Yenyen is in the…

"123B." Natasha answered

"How do you know?"

"It's the dormitory for the elite." Nat answered with a tone of pride mixed in her voice.

I opened the door pushing it hard until it bent and the hinges fell. The door creaked horribly.

It's not like I was going to use my skills, I felt it's better that they don't.

"Is there a girl named Yenyen around here?!" I shouted as I peeked into the place and saw several girls standing neatly in front of a bed with a bunk bed each.

Double beds with two floors and girls wearing gray clothes I think because of the worn fabric, it's very thick linen.

"S-sister." A high-pitched voice said, she was the first in line and was looking in our direction.

I guess despite the racket and screams these girls couldn't escape with steel doors covering their only exit.

"SISTER!" Yenyen shouted running towards us but stopped when she was in front of me.

"I came to give this back to you." I said, showing her a rather ugly doll with my photo stuck to its face.

o.o

Yenyen received the ugly monkey, holding out her hands and looking up. "What's wrong?" Yelena Belova asked, shocked and nervous, her expression indescribable.

The girl looked at Natasha and me.

Blame the movie Black Widow, in it all the rescued widows in training didn't know what to do when they were given their freedom. Natasha and Yelena were the exception because they experienced what it was like to live outside and have something like a family and during that time they made their own decisions.

On the other hand, the freed agents sought out the 3 widows who seemed to be able to make their own decisions, which were Natasha and Melinda. So yeah, I'll keep them as my entourage and bear with it (pateador0 se la come :v)