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This was it

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This was it. She was laying in a metal bed. Her hands and feet strapped down. Her hair out into two braids as she was being wheeled down the corridors. Many training widows watching as she passed. Her eyes fluttering open and closed as a bubbling feeling sat in her stomach as she sighed.
After she returned back to the red room after her mission she had given her report. Dreykov was more then happy. Giving her the black widow belt just then. She has walked out of the office to find her dance teacher Madame B stood with her stone cold face. She gave the 21 year old a firm nod before walking into the office. Natalia walked back into her room which held up to 30 beds. Each widow sat waiting for her. as she entered the room they all stood looking at the girl with a smile. Questions began filling the room. Tell is what happened?,
"How did you kill him?, Are you graduating now?" Natalia gave them all a week smile moving to grab some clothes and walked off to shower and change ready for tea.

"𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱. 𝗕𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵." 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗪𝗶𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.
𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻.

That led her here. Surrounded by surgeons many grabbing tools and many medical supplies. It confused her. What was they doing? Soon a doctor stood above her looking into her green eyes.
"Your going to sleep now. Don't worry you'll be fine when you wake up." He said making her sigh as her eyes began to close.
Her breathing began to get shallow and soon she was gone. Completely unconscious at the surgical table. One surgeon sat by the matching handing the syringe whilst the other goes to grab the ultra sound machine.
"Просто нужно убедиться, что все работает нормально." The surgeon stated grabbing the gel from the machine.
[ Translation: "Just need to make sure everything is running fine." ]

"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴?" 𝗥𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗸𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀.
  "𝗜𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗺𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀." 𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. 
𝗥𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗸𝗮𝗵'𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁.
  "𝗢𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗜𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹." 𝗬𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱.

The surgeon placed on the gel using the convex array to run over the stomach watching the screen carefully. Making sure nothing would ruin the surgery. The doctor nodded ready to take the array off when he saw something move.
"Что-то шевельнулось?" The surgeon asked leaning closer to the screen as he ran the convex array around more. Seeing the movement yet again.
[ Translation: "Did something move?" ] The other surgeon who was working on the surgical equipment. Stopped to look at the screen. A shocked look on his face as he saw the screen.
"Да. Что-то сделал." The other surgeon said looking to the other in a panic.
[ Translation: "Yes, Something did." ]

"Call General Dreykov. We have a code pink." The surgeon said placing the array back on the matching looking to the surgeon who was by the phone.
"A code pink?" He asked to be sure. The nurse monitoring the Anastasia. The main surgeon turned to the man in blue scrubs decided to ask.
"What is a code pink?" He asked leaning towards them.
"She's Pregnant." He said sighing as the two helpers looked at the man.
"Дерьмо." They stated at the same time looking at the girl on the table. [Translation: "Shit." ]

"𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱." 𝗞𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁.

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