Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 26; The Mafia's Pets

~Y/N's Pov~

This morning Natasha picked Andrew and I up at our houses. We were taken to the base again, but this time I saw where we were heading to. It's located far away from civilization, across hills and mountains, in a deep forest. It looks like a facility on the outside, but that's all we saw before we pretended to wear the bags over our head when going inside.
After a bit of discussing more with Vlad, one of his assassins got us a meeting with the mafia members. Though, it'll be dangerous for Andrew and I. He's still not fully into this idea, but I forced him to play along, otherwise we'd be dead.
If any of those mafia members figure out there's agents among the assassins, we'll all die.

So, we discussed Andrew and I'll play as assassins for a disguise. The mafia's hates agents.

We drove in dark tinted vehicles to the down town parts of New York, where all the sketchy people are. The buildings are stacked in rows, giving it the 19s affect of old buildings. We stopped at a small wall, with literally just a broken down door in the middle, surrounded by other workshops and buildings.

Vladimir looked back at us, "Remember, you're assassins now. If you blow your cover... there'll fly bullets into your head."

Me and Andrew could just nod, except he really didn't want to. He wanted to put all the assassins, all the mafia members and Natasha behind bars.
Natasha, who was sitting next to me sighed. She looked at me,
"Are you sure you want to come inside with us?" She asks.
I shrug, "How bad could it be."
We opened the doors, jumping out of the vehicle. A second one followed behind us with a few other assassins inside.

We walked towards the broken down door. Though, there was an old man sitting down. He looked scruffy and smells like cheese. Hair wasn't white old, but he had some dark gray strands mixed with his brown hair. One eye's missing, other eye can barely open.
Vladimir threw a penny into a cup that stood besides his feet and said some sort of password, "Dimitri Sidorov."
The man looked up at us very slowly then turned around. He revealed a small, red lever he was sitting in front of. As he pulled it, the door opened with a squeak. Peeking inside, there's a staircase going down.

Vladimir nods for us to follow him. Taking a deep breath in, we did. The stairs creek as we went down it.

I look straight ahead as we reach the end of the steps. We were met with guns pointing at us, people surrounding us. We put our hands in the air, showing mercy. A man came from behind the people circling us, pushing pass them with a fierce face. As he spots Vladimir standing in front of us, he laughs and gestures the people to lower the weapons.

"Vladimir." The man greets, expanding his hand. He has a strong Russian accent.

"Dimitri, long time no see." Vlad shook his hand.

The man named Dimitri stepped back and nods. He must be Vladimir's old friend. He quickly gives us all a glance. "Sorry for the alarming greeting, but it's a protocol we have to follow- make sure there's no enemies."
He said, "Unfortunately for you, before we can take you to Carlo, we need to do a search."

Without anything further, the people put away their guns in their holster and came towards us. We were forced to spread our legs and arms as they patted us down. I could practically feel the sweat dripping off me, I was afraid I left my agency badge in my pocket. Though, I was relieved when the man nodded and stepped away from me. We weren't allowed to bring any guns, because Vlad knew they'd do a security check.
After everyone was done, the people went to their original spot. They were like guard dogs, ready to attack the second any of us does anything stupid.