Prologue
Beatrice's Pov:
"Beatrice, please recite your whereabouts and designated destination." I hear my director say into my earpiece. I roll my eyes and wrap my shayla tighter around my face to make sure only my eyes are seen. "I am currently walking down Prince Mahammed Bin. There is roughly a thousand civilians around me. I am headed to a clothing factory, approximately two miles from my current location. The bug I planted on the Russians at the gala last night, is what gave up their location," I mumble to my ear piece. "Excellent work Beatrice! Make sure you call backup when you reach your destination." Why does she always believe that I need help, because I don't. "Director Matthews I told you I do not require any help from another agent," I snap. Some people on the street start looking at me. "I have to go now director. Some of my peers are looking in my direction." Without waiting for a response I tap the chip in my ear and our communication is cut. I offer a polite nod to the few still looking in my direction and they instantly look away.
I walk another mile when I pass an alleyway. As I pass by a pair of strong arms grab me and drag me into darkness. I feel the barrel of a gun hitting my temple and I lose consciousness.
I wake up with a bag tied over my head and harsh ropes tying my arms behind my back. I let my instincts take in. "When one of your five senses is taken away, enhance your remaining four," my mother used to say. I first use touch. I move my hands around and find a pole that my back is laying against. It feels splintery. The chair must be made of wood. Very is to break out of. I move my legs around a bit and feel that they didn't tie my ankles together. Dumbasses. I shift to my sense of smell but the only thing I get is fresh water, guns and ammo, and wood. Strange.
I force myself to listen intently. I hear the sound of dripping water and distant talking. I stick my tongue out, but the only thing I taste is the dirty cloth that is over my head and blurring my vision. The voice begin to get closer. Along with the voices I hear footsteps. There's about four of them and one is either really heavy or really bulky. Twenty-five feet away. Fifteen feet away. Ten feet. Five feet. They're right in front of me. The black cloth is ripped from my head and I have to make my eyes adjust to the bright light.
I was right, there is four. The one with the loud steps in more heavy than he is bulky. He's the one that took off the bag. "Rise and shine beautiful," he says in a creepy whisper. His breath is so foul that I physically cringe. He steps back to reveal a middle-aged man un-buttoning the sleeves of his oxford shirt. "It's nice to finally to meet the infamous Agent Beatrice Prior," he says in a thick Russian accent. He rolls up his right sleeve to reveal a finely drawn dragon tattoo circling his forearm. I instantly know who he is. "Nice to meet you as well Vhladamier. Although having a Russian mob hideout in the middle of Saudi Arabia wasn't the smartest move you've ever made," I say in mock-kindness.
"Well it was working till you decided to follow me out here, charm one of my top men at my gala, hosted with the president of Saudi Arabia, and follow me to my own home." I look down at myself to see that they removed my robe to reveal my tight black dress I wore to the gala the night before. "You know how violated I feel? I mean you don't see me hunting you down all the way to another country. Just to stop your life-long career of being a CIA agent. No, because that would be incredibly rude," he finishes his "lecture" and I can't help but roll my blue eyes.
"You know maybe if you were a tad bit smarter, the CIA wouldn't have been able to locate one of the world's most wanted mobsters." I smirk. His eyes flash with rage and throws his fist at my face. Hitting right under my eye and knocking my face to the side. "That's gonna leave a mark," I mutter. He goes to swing at me again, but one of his workers cuts him off with his phone going off. Vhladamier turns around quickly and starts snapping his fingers. "выключить его (turn it off)," he shouts. The worker looks embarrassed and takes his phone out of his pocket. He says, "Мне очень жаль босс (I'm sorry boss)," before answering his call. After a few minutes of murmuring, he turns to us and holds the phone out to us. "Это для нее (it's for her)," he says nervously.
I know exactly who it is. "позвольте мне видеть его (let me see it)," I say nodding to him. They all looked shocked. "Я говорю на семи языках мудак (I speak seven languages asshole)," I snap at them. He cautiously hands over the phone and places it on my shoulder. I lean my head to the side so I can keep it in place. "Uriah, German." I know he knows what I mean, because he starts babbling in German. "Direktor sagte, müssen Sie sich da raus. wir werden die Verfolgung der Bereich, den Sie in-und Backup ist auf dem Weg. (Director said you need to get yourself out of there. We are tracking the area you are in and backup is on the way.)," He says in his commander voice. I roll my eyes. "Ordnung (alright)," I say annoyed. I go to tell the guy I'm done when Uriah speaks up again. "und noch eins (and one more thing)." "ja (yeah)," I question. "Kick some ass," he says sharply, in English. I look up at the Russian bastards and smile. "Will do. Also Uriah, stay on the phone. I'll be with you in a bit."
I nod to the guy and he comes over to take my phone. When he backs away I bring my foot up and kick him in the face. Knocking him out cold. The other three start pulling out their guns. I jump with the chair still tied to me. The heavy guy comes at me first. I bring my head back and butt him in the head. He bends down and I twist around, jamming the leg of the chair into his foot. I bring my head back again and hit him right in the forehead. He's knocked out. Both Vhladamier and his last worker jump at me, but I drop down and roll away. I jump on top of the first worker and front flip, landing with my back on top of the heavy guy. The chair breaks.
I quickly grab one of the broken legs and stand up. Both Vhladamier and his worker are staring at me, ready to pounce. They both seem to have lost their guns. Pity. I look at both of them intently. Waiting for one to make a move. I notice a not so subtle glance to Vhladamier and his nod of approval. His worker lunges at me and throws his fist at me, but I turn around and grab his hand from behind. I bend his fingers back so far that I hear a snap. He lets out a yelp. I turn around and hit him with the wooden-leg with all my might. He's out cold. "Looks like it's just you and me sweetheart," Vhladamier sneers and I smirk. He runs up to me, but I drop down and slide between his legs. I twist around and kick the back of his knees. Causing him to fall forward. I jump up quickly when he doesn't fully to the ground like I intended. I run and jump on top of his shoulders. I wrap my hands around his neck to the point where he has trouble breathing, but I won't kill him.
"Tell me where the other hideouts are," I scream. He makes these gross gagging sounds. "Why would I tell you," he croaks out. I tighten my grip and he gasps for air. "Because I hold your life in my hands bitch," I whisper to him. He starts choking. "They're- they're- they're everywhere. I have a map in my office downstairs. They're all pinpointed," he says roughly. 'I've heard enough. I bring my fist back and punch him in the temple. His body topples to the floor and I hop off.
I walk over to the workers phone and pick it up. "Uriah, you still there?" "You beat! Should I send medics," he teases. "Definitely. Also Uriah make sure they bring a camera, because Vhladamier has a map in his office with all the hideouts. And tell director I said to send a troop to each one and take them down," I demand as I walk out of the warehouse. "Allll-righty. And Tris?" He asks. I step out into the sunlight. "Yeah?" "Director said when you get back you have a VERY important mission, involving one Mr. Marcus Eaton." I stop dead in my tracks. I grip the phone so tight that my knuckles turn white. I grit out, "I'm on my way."
Ta-da! My new story! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also this fight scene was inspired by Black Widow's first scene in "Avengers". Alright well I hope you enjoyed it. Byeee - The writer.