"Are the communists behind this?"
"No."
"So our government lied?"
"Our government is behind this!"
Did Scarlett think she would be involved in a huge...
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"Forgive me father for I have sinned and as I kneel here now; hands red with blood, I know deep down, that I'll do it again." - K.A. ｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡* ∞*⍋⋆*❅｡
The door swung open, and Scarlett stabbed her balisong forward. She cut a clipboard that the white coat was holding, the man eyed the knife that should have stabbed his chest before looking at Scarlett. The man scowled, and Scarlett mentally accepted her death. The Russian's scowl twitched, and the man suddenly grinned. "Sizzling Griddle," He uttered, despite his heavy accent Scarlett managed to understand that the Russian was indeed mentioning her workplace. The Russian laughed, lowering his clipboard. "Best milkshakes..." He turned his head round the corner and shouted out for a colleague in Russian. "Dimitri loves the milkshakes," The white coat continued.
Scarlett blinked at the interaction and wondered if she was in some twisted version of hell.
The Russian's smile dropped again and he ushered his way further into the room and Scarlett stumbled backwards. "Now," He eyed the balisong still sticking out of his clipboard. "What do you know about this gate?" He sauntered over to the table with the equipment. His hand hovered over a syringe. "I am the nice one," He shrugged as he filled up the syringe with a strange cloudy liquid. "Dasha likes the old-fashioned way, I prefer modern techniques," The man took a breath and laughed. "This here is something your government has been working on, L-"
He never got to finish his sentence as Scarlett decided to be brave and stupid. The girl hurled her small body at the Russian's knees, throwing him off balance. The man stumbled, and Scarlett dropped onto her knees, shooting fiery pain up her body. Scarlett grasped the clipboard and yanked on it with all her might.
The Russian growled and pulled the clipboard back, the syringe lay discarded at his feet. He cursed Scarlett in Russian and approached her slowly as though he were a predator. Scarlett gulped and spotted the chair next to her. As the man pounced towards her, Scarlett pulled the chair in front of her to serve as a shield.
The backrest of the chair hit the Russian's throat, knocking the wind out of him. Scarlett utilised the precious moment. Fueled by adrenaline, Scarlett scrambled towards the table and fumbled for a weapon. Her fingers wrapped around one of the thin metal trays and she hurled it towards the Russian, hitting him in the back.
Scarlett grabbed a scalpel as her next weapon and crawled backwards towards the door. The Russian recovered and glowered at her with a look that rattled Scarlett's bones. Once more, the man hissed something in Russian that Scarlett could not understand.
The man charged at Scarlett and attempted to grab her. Scarlett kicked and slashed at his hands, but he managed to grab her left leg and drag her further into the room. Scarlett's chest heaved as she was transported back to the tunnels underneath Hawkins, where vines had altered her life. The Henderson scratched at the smooth floor to find leverage against the white coat.
