☭ POST WORLD WAR II, the world was a confusing place. Between the United States and Russia, the threat of nuclear war plagued the minds of everyone. The former allies fought with shady, backhanded trade agreements, showing off which nation had...
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* chapter four — worst than death; 1232 words ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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ANASTASIA GRABBED THE MATERIAL FROM BOX TO HER LEFT AND TOSSED IT DOWN FOR CHARLES AMD ERIK TO INSPECT.
"So, what is it exactly," Charles asked.
"It's a protective material than can be made into a suit," Anastasia replied. She picked up the material and messed with it. Twisting, stretching, and pulling the material, showcasing how it does under pressure. "It's fireproof, mostly bulletproof, it can help withstand G-Force."
"Impressive," Erik mumbled. "Did you make it yourself?"
"For the most part. I—" Anastasia looked across the laboratory. A group of armed men began to storm the room. It was led by an unfamiliar man. Well, unfamiliar to Erik and Charles. Anastasia knew him all too well.
"Oh my god," she muttered.
Moira strolled over to the armed men, holding up her badge. "Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing here?"
Anastasia felt like she could throw up here and now. Her throat got tight and her stomach twisted. She let out a quiet gag.
"I'm sorry to say, Agent MacTaggert," the man in charge said. "You have a Russian Sleeper Agent among you."
Charles, Erik, and Anastasia all overheard this. The men immediately shared a look, thinking that the man they just grabbed, Ivan, was a secret Russian agent.
"That's Dr. Dallarosa," Hank said quietly, moving from the opposing table to stand behind Anastasia. "He's like one of the leading scientists at the CIA."
Anastasia wanted to cover her face and hide under the table. As the men looked around the room, their hands locked onto their guns. Dr. Dallarosa's eyes locked onto Anastasia.
"No, please!" she said, tears already forming in her eyes.
"Anastasia Reed, if that's even your name, you're coming with us."
Arguments started to flow from Charles, Erik, and Hank. None of them could believe that she was the secret agent. Even Moria got in on it.
Two men grabbed either one of Anastasia's arms, pulling her towards the exit. She tried to fight back — kicking her legs and yanking her arms away — but nothing worked.
"Wait, no!" Moria said. "Anastasia is not Russian. She's—she's just a kid. Let—" Moria pointed over at Charles — "He can read minds. Just let us understand this."
No one else besides Anastasia could see Dallarosa's face morph into a sly smirk. "Alright," he said. "Look into the girl's mind. You'll see the truth."
The men turned Anastasia around to face Charles. She wanted to clear her mind, but her transgressions filled her thought. Charles placed his index and middle finger to his temple and searched through her mind.
