Chapter Four, Infiltrate

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Infiltrate- enter or gain access to (an organization, place, etc.) surreptitiously and gradually, especially in order to acquire secret information


3 Months later...

I slipped the knives into the holsters on my lower back. I clipped and tightened the harness and ammo belt to fit and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't recognise myself, my brunette hair was tied up into a French braid and my lower face mask made me unrecognisable, I was the perfect assassin. I stalked out of the office and strutted down the corridors. Agents swarmed me as I got down the stairs, the big oak doors faced me. I raised my hands in surrender. someone nudged my side with there gun, I turned and looked at him and blinked, he said something in Russian, I titled my head grabbed his neck and tightened. I pulled him closer to me then forced him backwards releasing all of my pent up energy. He flew across the room and landed with a crack against a wall breaking it, he slid down the wall and was left a groaning heap on the floor. I smirked and pushed passed the crowd, i pushed open the big double doors and walked out the doors slammed behind me and every agent on my team turned and stared at me

"well someone's very dramatic" An agent muttered. the air shifted and a figure landed next to me, gun in hand hair covering his face, mask, goggles and uniform on.

"and there's the other one" someone else muttered. I titled my head and before anyone could do anything I was stood before him, gun to his neck.

"Soldat" a man shouted, I turned Alexander Pierce stood there. I put the gun away and straddled my bike and flicked on the headlight.

"the rest of the team are your back up, sanction and extract no witnesses." I nodded at my instructions and drove off to the safest building in the whole of America. The wind tugged at my hair and whipped my bare arms. My uniform consisted of: Black V-Neck shirt, black jeans, black steel toe cap combat boots, a mask and a harness and ammo belt that constricted me. the dark road lit up next to me, I saw Bucky trying to shake the guy from his bike, he had it tipped so far that his metal arm was keeping him steady. he kicked the guy and he hit a tree a crack sounded. I winced but kept looking forward, a heavily armoured black van was in my way. I hit the brakes hard and flipped over the handle bars, I kept a hold of them and as I flipped the bike went with me, I let go and landed on my back as I did so but it hit its target, the van blew up in front of me, I groaned as I stood. A man on a bike came into view, I ran to him and grabbed his handle bars he jumped off in fright the bike lifted up past my height, I jumped and swung around, sitting myself on the bike just as it landed I revved it and continued to ride, I pulled up beside the winter soldier who was nursing a deep cut on his side. I nodded at him and he replied with a curt nod. we revved our engines and drove to Washington DC we were going to infiltrate the Pentagon...

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