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Chapter ONE
Hydra Base, 1945
"-activate emergency protocol immediately." The announcement echoed through the underground facility. Men and women scrambled around, matching red insignias on all their dark gray uniforms. In the middle of the chaos, two figures stood still.
"The assets are being taken care of I assume?" The first man said, the tranquility of his voice greatly contrasting with the the rest of the room.
"As ordered, Director Kaufmann. 0297, 0298, 0363, and 0352 are preparing for cryo now. So the rumors are true? Schmidt is gone, Hydra is fallen?" The second responded.
"Oh, we are not fallen, Kruger. Sometimes to survive, you must pretend to be dead." Kaufmann began walking briskly across to the elevators, jostling through the frantic agents and scientists. "Come with me."
As the Elevator arrived at the lowest floor of the bunker and the doors slide open, Ernst Kaufmann knew something was wrong immediately. Soldiers were yelling, panicked, and he could smell burnt flesh in the air. The atmosphere was charged, and under his stiff uniform, he felt the hairs on his arms raise with electricity.
And maybe a little fear.
"Kaufmann, what is going on?" He says it cluelessly, of course. The day he actually receives extra men from Hydra, everything goes to shit, and they're clueless.
"Stay here," He ordered, and began to stride down the long hallway to the cryo preparation room, various lab workers running in the opposite direction. Kaufmann continued, ignoring them, a sinking feeling in his gut. He was greeted with a horrific scene. At least twenty security agents were shouting, weapons drawn on a young girl in the center of the room. At her feet were three bodies, fellow test subjects. Their exposed skin was red and purple, uniforms black and smoking.
Kaufmann opened his mouth, shocked, before anger set in. "What have you done?" He screamed, face red. The security quieted as he repeated himself, louder. "What have you done?"
Blue bolts of energy arced between her fingers, traveling up her thin arms and encircling a set of narrow shoulders. Slowly, the girl turned around. Her face lacks the stoic, uncaring look that had been engraved into her since she was face, instead a mess of emotions. Tears streamed down her face, illuminated unnaturally by her glowing, hate filled eyes. Trembling, she lifts a shaking hand up, crackling with power and reaching for him, as she she took a step forward.
"Lily!" Kaufmann shouted, a name he had never even uttered aloud. A name that, up until now, had just been old ink on file paper his middle aged mind had barely processed. It hadn't been important.
Suddenly, the blue in the girl's eyes fades down she falls to her knees, a piercing scream tearing from her throat as she clawed at the thick rubber coated collar around her neck.
Kaufmann turned around, face pale as he takes in Kruger holding a small black box. His finger rests on a large white button. Maybe not so clueless after all.
"Sir… are you alright?" Kruger asks.
After a pause Kaufmann responds, his gaze returning to the girl now passed out on top her victims. Ten years, and that's the closest she'd come to actually killing him.
"Get her in cryo. Now."
He watches as the remaining lab workers, dressed in insulated suits, cautiously lifted her limp form, into the first chamber before closing the opening. She looked so small, her long limbed body folded on the circular platform, presses against the glass walls. He nodded, and one technician started the process. The girl woke as the cold stasis gel began to fill the tank. She stood, shivering violently, and pounded against the clear reinforced glass, eyes once again livid and glowing, screaming unintelligible words. The oxygenated gel in the tank rises, leaving no room for air. She goes under, struggling to hold her breath.
"You've seen this happen before," Kaufmann muttered in response to her continued struggle and unblinking glare. "You're just making it harder. Prolonging the inevitable. Just breath in." Breath in so I can get out of this cursed place, he added.
As if she heard this, her almost purple face turns into one of resignment and her whole body shudders, choking. Slowly, her movements turn sluggish, the sedative in the solution taking effect.
Trancelike, the man walks forward to the girl, now suspended in the middle of the chamber. He stops as his foot hits something on the ground.
It's a body.
A child, really. No, an investment. A lost investment now, and Kaufmann snarls in disgust at the waste. "Don't bother cleaning this up, there is no time. Continue emergency protocol and evacuate."
The crowd hurries to action and Kaufmann stands still.
"Are 0297, 0363, and 0352 viable?" Kruger asked.
"Negative," He replied, not bothering to check properly for signs of life. He was too familiar with subject 0298 and her abilities. The other man stiffened as if surprised, prompting Kaufmann to momentarily reassess his subordinate's emotions. Judging from his poorly concealed disturbed face, he was probably new to this. The experiments could not be thought of as human anymore. He had learned that a long time ago. Hydra could not afford such feelings.
"Director, we need to leave," Kruger recovered, shaking is head subtly. "Are we transporting th-the subject?"
"No," Kaufmann replies finally breaking his stare. "It will be retrieved when the situation is safer. We need to accept our losses here and follow orders."
As the pair begin to clear the lab, the power abruptly cut out. The room was completely dark for a second, everyone frozen, before red emergency backup lights flickered on, casting everything in an ominous crimson glow.
"The tank's finished it's set up, correct?" Kaufmann whispered, grabbing a worker by the shoulders. The cryogenic sleep chamber Hydra had manufactured for certain...situations. Situations such as now. Deep down, Kaufmann had suspected, every since the creation of the American's superhero, that Hydra was doomed. It was a loss that had now ultimately lead to this, a situation. However, he was not stupid enough to voice these opinions and Hydra would find a way to survive. It always had. Cut off one head, two more shall take its place. This was just one head. "And the fail safe is set up?"
"Yes sir," the man answered. "Both."
"Get out then, everyone," No sooner the words left his mouth, the monitor started sparking, electricity jumping from the device to the man typing on it. Astounded, Kaufmann looks back at the girl. Through her eyes are closed, they were still glowing underneath her eyelids, otherworldly.
"Out!" Kaufmann shouts again, grabbing the man who was struck by the collar of his singed lab coat. He takes one last look before closing the door for the last time, knowing his problems had just begun.
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