𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐀² - 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♥︎ 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈

TW: Death, murder, gore, and injections.

[Wait - M83]
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Beverly's POV

The night sky is haunting me as the wind cuts my skin. My uniform covers almost all my skin, the only exposed areas are my neck and half my face, the mask hiding my eyes. I wrap my arms around Winter's waist, him skidding us down the roads and towards our destination. When his body moves, I mirror his movements, making the bike travel fast down the empty roads.

Winter sports a grassy, hidden section beside the road, pulling up onto it. He hides the motorbike behind a tree, both of us watching a few cars drive past like hawks. His head follows the cars, swinging back when another passes us. For a while, there are no cars passing us, but then, one speeds past us, Winter stalking it as it does.

Eventually, he raises his hand, pointing out an upcoming car. It is a black, fast car, almost speeding down the road and towards us. The lights at the front are so bright that I am certain the driver won't be able to see us in front of them. Winter drops his hand from pointing at them, looking behind him and over at me. Understanding my next moves, I pull my pistol out from the holster on my leg, aiming it at the car. Pressing the trigger, the bullet flies out of the muzzle and hits the front tire of the car.

The second the bullet hits the tire, the car skids down the road, and a squeaky noise falls from the car. Tire marks appear on the concrete, trailing behind the car. It aims for a busier part beside the road, hitting a large tree trunk. The front of the car is completely smashed, the majority of it pushed back by the heaviness of the trunk. Winter places his foot on the bottom of the motorbike, swerving us out from the hidden grass section and towards the scene. I place my pistol back into my holster, wrapping my arms around Winter again.

We step off of the vehicle, stalking towards a body dragging itself out of the car and onto the floor. Winter deals with him as I make it over to the other door of the car, swinging the door open vigorously. Winter walks over to the man on the floor, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up. The man is pleading for his life, but Winter stares back at him, lifeless.

Winter punches the man in the face, adding more blood to his already bloody face from the accident. With a few more punches, his body droops, falling face-first into the mud.

"Howard!" A female voice calls out.

Standing outside of the open car door, when the woman speaks, I regain my focus. I make eye contact with a camera above the street light as my hand reaches into the car, wrapping around the woman's neck and gripping tightly. Winter drags the man's body back to the car, putting it into the driver's seat and pushing his face against the steering wheel. The woman gasps for air under my hold, but with my tight grip and the woman's frail and damaged body, life quickly leaves her. My eyes are trained on the camera, but there is no amount of life or spirit left in them.

Winter walks up to the camera, aiming his gun at the lens and pulls the trigger, ending any possible footage to incriminate us. That was the main rule - leave no witnesses behind. Winter turns back around, pacing his gun into his pocket. I make eye contact with him, nodding my head. Understanding what we need to do next, we both go back over to the parked motorbike and get on. He sits on the driver's seat, my arms wrapped around his waist. He drives us away from the scene, no possible way to blame us left behind.

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Back at the base, Winter and I were instantly strapped to the hospital beds. Guards are surrounding us, gossiping about our mission. The bright lights of the hospital room are blinding me, making me groan every so often. I can occasionally hear Winter doing the same.

The door swings open, a few guards grabbing the handles before it hits the walls and creates a dent in the concrete. My eyes shift to the noise, my body being unable to move due to the ropes around my body. A tall, older man walks into the room, wearing a light grey suit. The other men inside the room look intimidated by him, making it obvious that he is the boss. He is in charge and he knows it.

"Mission report." He demands, standing in between Winter and me.

"It is done." Winter groans in pain.

"Well done, soldiers." He smiles, the wicked act making my skin crawl. "We don't need you for a while, soldiers. Doctors, it's time."

He steps aside from the beds, allowing the two doctors to make their way over to us. When they hover over us, they show me a syringe filled with liquid, the needle glowing under the bright lights. With how quickly I saw it, it is gone again. I feel a prick in my arm and a gushing of liquid inside my veins. It has quick effects on me, making my body feel numb and sleepy. My limbs feel heavy as my head uncontrollably sways from side to side. Just before my eyes close, I can see the doors opening to the Cryo machines and we are wheeled over to them, being unstrapped from the beds. We are both defiantly being put under until we are deemed useful again.

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