2: Are you ready to comply?

Chapter 6

*okayyyyyy so like five years later she updates haha, jokes it's only been a week, but I used to be so much better then that. My Mental Health one shot, I have been working on a request at the same time as this, this week, and normally those takes like days because it's a bit more intense, and stuff. But I have decided to work on it slowly, so I don't just neglect this book. I also have like 20 assignments for uni, turns out being a student nurse is very hard haha. But it's all good. I have had some beautiful suggestions about where I could go from here, which is AMAZING, as the writers block was going to kill me. I mean my brain isn't totally back to where it was, but I feel a bit more like, yeah maybe I can do this. Some of these suggestions I have already begun (see chapter below haha), but I hope you enjoy this chapter! There are some feels!*

Ana's POV

The amount of recon missions I was being sent on were growing, why they were sending me out on such mundane tasks I didn't know, I guess I was just being used a precaution in case we ran into any trouble, but that never seemed to happen. If we ever ran into people, it just happened to be a wrong place at the wrong time situation.

Assassinations were also on the rise, not so high profile people this time though, more gang leaders, or just random people, who to me it felt like was a waste of time to kill. But the killings helped fund HYDRA, people pay us to kill, not ask questions, so I did as I was told.

One day however, my mission debrief was a week or more long mission in England. I wasn't often sent out on undercover operations anymore, I didn't understand why seeing as I was the most qualified, but again, it was my job to just follow orders.

I guess they needed me to do this one, honestly I was excited, I missed the thrill of being so close to the target, but them having no idea who I was. This mission they wanted to style my hair different, to be honest I didn't care. I was aware this came with being an undercover operative, so I wasn't too phased. I mean I wasn't sure how I felt about the dark brown hair, with a block fringe, I don't know it just didn't feel right. But it was my job. I didn't understand why I couldn't just wear a wig or some shit, but they think their missions through, so I have to trust them on this. I had been doing undercover missions my whole life, in the Red Room we were sent out the second they deemed us ready, and to be honest, I was ready almost straight away, I wasn't like the other girls. I didn't cry over missing mummy or daddy, I didn't whine about siblings being murdered in front of me, I was grateful for this life I had been gifted. I mean now I don't know anymore, but at the time I was.

The mission was simple, it was scheduled for a few weeks time, basically a small SHIELD base had popped up in the East of England, and they wanted someone to scout the area, engage a couple of the agents in casual conversation whilst they had down time at a local pub, maybe get a bit flirty and see how much intel I can get from them, and then get in and out, downloading all the data the place had, and try to figure out what exactly they are planning.

SHIELD already had a British Unit, stationed in London, so why another temporary base had popped up was raising suspicion and concern within HYDRA. Apparently I was being sent because my skill set meant I was the best suited for the job at hand, and what they meant by my skill set, was my ability to paralyze those around me with fear at any given moment. I didn't mind, a job was a job. Honestly I was excited, if was the longest single mission I had done since working for HYDRA.

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That night I was sitting in my cell scribbling away frantically at the journal. I don't know what is going on in my head, when this happened I felt weird, like I wasn't totally in control. The easiest way to explain it, is that I was sitting outside of my body, I am looking down on it. Watching me draw these images and write these words as if they meant something to the person I was watching, when to me, they meant nothing. This time I was drawing a jumper, a hoodie? I tried to search my mind, I was trying to picture where I had seen this, what was so important about it that made me draw it?