Everybody's got a past.
But Anna Lewis doesn't remember a thing about hers.
One moment she was at home with her husband and baby, the next one she found herself in a dark motel room with a metal-limbed man who tells her she's a lethal assassin. Tha...
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April 12th, 2014
I don't even remember the exact moment I woke up. One moment I was holding my baby daughter, calming her down and putting her back to sleep. The next everything was dark and cold. Extremely cold, to the point where it would burn if I tried to move.
And there were also the voices. Men yelling at each other as if the world was ending. Between blurs and screams, I managed to understand one of their exchanges.
"Mission report!"
"It's done. Captain America is dead."
But that's it. Nothing more than that. It all felt like a dream. Or better said, a nightmare.
By the time I regained consciousness, many hours had passed. But I didn't know that. I wake up tied to the bed of a cheap motel room. I have no idea what has happened. I don't know where I was. And most important, I don't know who the man staring at me from the other side of the room is.
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"Calm down." He says to me before I have the chance to react to the situation. I am tied to a bed and I don't remember anything for God knows how long. That should be enough to freak out but what he tells me next isn't help at all. "You've just woken up from hibernation. You are gonna experience some side effects."
My first instinct is to yell, cry for help so someone could save me from the psychopath who had kidnapped me. Yet, when I try to scream, my voice barely comes out.
"Wh..."
"You've got questions." He approaches the bed I'm laying on with a glass filled with a liquid. It takes me a few seconds to realize it's only water. I drink it all, discovering how thirsty I actually am. "I know."
I look at the man. He is scruffy looking, with long dark hair that almost reaches his shoulders and a three-day beard. He seems angry and he looks like he isn't someone to mess up with. And still, there is something in his eyes that pulls me to trust him.
