Red Room / 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 & 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

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Something as simple as following people. That's all we have to do. Track, get information, report back. And yet no matter how many times I tried to calm myself down in the train washroom, I couldn't. My breathing would quicken, and I had to really focus.

We had been on the train for about two hours. We'd just sat there silent, until I finally couldn't take it anymore and went to the washroom to breath.

"Where are you going?" James asked when I'd stood up.

"To the washroom." I said ignoring his gaze. "I'll be back in five minutes." I had said before walking off, not giving him the chance to reply. He wasn't my boss, so I didn't have to do as he said. I could go where I wanted when.

I stood in front in front of the mirror in the tiny area, and looked at myself. For someone who rarely went out, I didn't look bad. My red hair was half down half pulled into a ponytail, and went to below my shoulders. My skin was pale, but not unhealthy looking pale. My green eyes stared back at me. A reflection of not the person I am, but the outer shell. The part everyone takes a look at, then questions you. Uncertain of if you are up to the job. The have lack of faith in you. Lack of trust.

I took a deep in then let it out. I don't know how long I stood there until someone banged on the door.

"Hurry up in there! Other people have to use the room too!" An voice said. I unlocked the Handel then pulled the door open, revealing a small older lady standing in front of me.

"Sorry." I said quietly. Really Natasha! Speak up, you're a trained assassin for gosh sakes!

"It's okay missy. Now get a move on it." She said ushering me to move. "Come on." She continued as I pushed past her.

I made my way down my isle and got to our seats, to find it empty.

What? You turned around and caught a sight of the sun against metal going to the door in the back, leading to the small landing outside of the back of the train. You approached the door and opened it.

Suddenly, a metal arm wrapped around your neck from behind, pulling you against a sting chest and cutting off your circulation for a split second before it slacked, staying around your neck while you stayed back pressed against his back.

"Тебе нужно быть осторожнее." [You need to be more careful.] He whispered into my ear.

I felt goosebumps run down my neck and my arms before answering. "Может быть, вам просто нужно уделять больше внимания. не все хотят тебя убить, верно?" [Maybe you just need to pay more attention. Not everyone is out to kill you, right?]

"Very good point, but you never know." He said pulling away from me. I instantly felt cold. My hair was blown around by the wind.

"Well, it's not my fault you have trust issues." I said looking the trees flying past us.

"No, except you don't trust everyone either." He said as I shivered in the wind. "Come on, let's go inside. We're soon gonna be there." He spun around on his heels, pulling the door open before gesturing for me to go first.

"Such a gentleman." I teased as I walked by. We went back to our seats, and waited for the train to get to our destination.

The train slowed and we got off with our baggage. We didn't have much so there wasn't anything to worry about. We left the station, and walked down the downtown streets. The bustle of the city flashed by us as we turned a corner.

After about twenty minutes of waking, we arrived at an old apartment building. It looked run down and abandoned, but there I could still see lights in windows. It began was mid-afternoon on a Saturday, so lots of people walked by us. Most of them looked to be headed home. Most tourists probably stayed away from this part of town.