Not The Only One - A Winter Soldier Story

Chapter 8

     I woke up to the man in the beret and two soldiers opening the door. After undoing my restraints, the soldiers locked their arms under my armpits and dragged me into a room with metal railings and some type of device in the center.

     I was fastened into the strange metal chair. Machinery whirred, and two metal pieces made contact with my head. A painful electrical zapping forced horrible screams from my throat...

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     I was held in some strange type of metal chair. Men with guns surrounded the railed area around me. A man in a military uniform with a crimson beret stood in front of me.

     A dark red book held the words he read aloud to me. "Создание. Убегая. Принуждение. Мать. Огонь. Вечер. Второй. Разрушен. Рейс. Лезвие."

     He closed the book and set it down. "Доброе утро, солдат." 

     After an undersized breakfast of a bowl of porridge and a small cup full of sausage, the man in the beret led me down a long hallway until we came to a room with a thick metal door.

     Inside, there were various pieces of medical equipment, cabinets, counters, a bed, and such, but what caught my attention was the man in medical scrubs.

     "Вы готовы, доктор?" the man in the beret asked him.

     The doctor replied, "Я думал, что программа Детей Зимы свернута."

     "Я не вижу необходимости в том, чтобы продолжать работу по плану," explained the man in the beret.

     Shifting his weight uncomfortably, the doctor said, "Я не хочу попасть в беду из-за этого, полковник."

     "У вас не будет никаких проблем. Даю слово. Вы будете отмечены, когда поможете вывести на свет первого чистокровного суперсолдата," the man in the beret assured the doctor.

     The man in the beret then turned to me. "Сегодня для тебя радостный день. Вы безупречно выполнили свою первую миссию. Теперь вы готовы к следующей миссии, чтобы ввести в мир больше суперсолдат."

     "Я буду смотреть, как Зимний Солдат тренирует остальных," the man in the beret informed the doctor before leaving.

     The doctor had me take off all my clothes and put on a flimsy gown made of paper that tied in the back. He made me lay down on the bed and spread my legs for him. Apparently pleased with what he saw, the doctor went over to one of the counters and began busying himself with the items over there. 

     Several minutes later, the man in the beret burst in, holding a gun to a man who had a metal arm. The man in the beret's eyes revealed how deeply terrified he was. Even the cold, steely face of the man with the metal arm showed he was shaken. They had met Death and barely managed to escape.

     "Я думала, мы собираемся искусственно ее оплодотворить. Или вы хотите, чтобы он делал это по старинке?" the doctor asked, motioning to the metal armed man.

     The man in the beret shook his head. "Ни один. План изменился. Удалите один из ее яичников."