August 19, 1987 - Bucharest, Romania
Scarlet picked the lock on the house of a possible feeder of the Red Room and slipped inside, quietly shutting the door behind her. After the ballet, she had received a good amount of intelligence that the women that had not been deemed important enough to the organization and sequential ballerinas, where housed in this house.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed that it was very disorganized in the house. It was as if multiple people lived in the home but no one truly cared for it.
She crept closer into the main area and saw a young girl on a mattress on the floor. The girl appeared no older than 14 or 15 at most. As she got closer, the girl's red head rose up from the mattress and she jumped up ready for battle.
"Vin in pace." Scarlet said in Romanian with her hands up in front of her. [Translation: I come in peace.]
The girl smiled, "Funny American, we do not. Acum ia-o." [Translation: Now take her.]
Scarlet jumped as someone grabbed her from behind and she flipped, slipping from his grasp. They battled for a few minutes as women went running after he yelled out, she felt herself being reunited with her liquid metal half once more. "Наталья! Возьмите остальных и вернитесь на домашнюю базу. Я буду обращаться с глупой американской женщиной." [Translation: Natalia! Take the others and go back to home base. I will handle the stupid American woman.]
Scarlet saw an opportunity of his distraction and flipped him over onto the ground and straddled his hips, holding his legs down with her feet and his arms with her hands. Her hair created a curtain around them, restricting his vision but helping her night vision come in more, so that she could see the mask around his eyes and face in more detail. She felt the metal arm under her right hand shift in spots as if it was fighting with itself not to throw her off. "What was that about a stupid American woman?"
Through her enhanced hearing, she could hear the man's breathe catch and a muffled whisper. "Scarlet."
Her left arm left his right and her left leg reclaimed the arm as she leaned forward putting her arm on his throat. "How do you know that?"
"I... I don't know." He said speaking English. "I...I know you...your smell... its green floral with light fruity notes and a hint of spice."
Scarlet jumped back and listened around them to hear no one else in the house. All the women had escaped. She used her powers and turned the lights in the room on.
In front of her was a man, who was now sitting up. He had goggles covering his eyes and a mask over his mouth. He was wearing an all black uniform and had a metal left arm instead of a natural flesh arm that was on his right. His hair hung towards his shoulders and was dirty and untamed.
"How did you do that?" He asked jumping to his own feet defensively.
"No..." Scarlet said as the realization hit her. "No! They... how? Снимите маски!" She ordered. [Translation: Take off the mask!]
His back went straighter as he reached back and sheathed his knife onto his back, and then unfastened the mask covering his eyes.
"Oh god." Scarlet said falling to her knees as she saw the familiar blue eyes staring back at her.
His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at her confused. "You are not my handler. How are you making orders?" He asked in Russian.
"You have no idea who I am, do you?" Scarlet asked as she held herself back from reaching up to touch his face.
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