Chapter Two: Sariya Portnov
Okay, so last time on this new story we were introduced to Vanya Romanova/Romanoff AKA the Black Mamba. The long since given up daughter of Natasha Romanoff, the kick ass member of the Avengers. She apparently was adopted by HYDRA as she told us but now she's on a mission and like her mom would if she was on a mission from S.H.I.E.L.D. she's going to finish it.
Maybe this was a bad idea. When I entered the hotel I had a hood up over my head and now, since I'm going to be undercover I had to do something drastic and well, lets just say that it does not look all that good. I used temporary pure-diamond blonde hair dye and turned my hair light blonde. I also put in a pair of blue contacts in to hide my natural eye color. My hair is long, it falls around my waist in what used to be dark auburn curls but is now blonde curled mess.
At least it will rinse out in twenty-eight or less. I shake it off and enter the living quarters, making a beeline for the closet where I pull out a little yellow summer dress with white polka-dots flaked across it. I sigh, slightly annoyed and slip into the dress and the white high heels that came with it. Last night I burned the note without setting off the fire alarms. Being the trained spy that I am I can remember all the information according to the exact details.
As soon as I'm dressed to specific specifications I leave the room and take the elevator downstairs. The hallway is bustling with activity. People are drinking, laughing, and having a good time. Others just played the casino games and didn't even glance my way as I pass them. Every ping and clatter of coins catches a slight percent of my attention but after I register what I heard all my focus goes back to the mission at hand. The sun has just gone down and Mikhail Kazakov is a registered guest in this hotel.
I have the phone in the front pocket in this dress so I will have easy access to escaping. Then I see him. dark brown hair hangs in his face, green eyes round like an orb. He stands in the center of the room, underneath a large expensive glass chandelier. Clearly this man isn't from Russia seeing as how he looks around frantically.
"Excuse me," he says, stopping just in front of me. "Do you speak English?"
"Yes, I do." I slip into a well mannered and really soft spoken lady which fits well with this dress.
"Oh thank goodness, I need help finding my room and well, seeing as I don't speak Russian it's pretty—"
"Difficult..." we both say in unison. I give a light girly laugh, close my eyes, and laugh into my hand which I placed over my mouth.
"Here, let me help you then," I lace my hand with his and lead him towards the counter where the lady from earlier waits. She's standing up straight and perky, eyes just sparkling with glee.
"Здравствуйте, это господа здесь, является Михаил Казаков, и он, похоже, забыл, как добраться до своей комнаты, вы думаете, вы можете сказать мне, чтобы я мог перевести его на нем? Он только говорит на английском языке. (Hello, this gentlemen here, is Mikhail Kazakov and he seems to have forgotten how to get to his room, do you think you can tell me so I can translate it to him? He only speaks English.)" I ask.
"Хорошо, поезжайте на лифте на седьмой этаж и поверните направо, он в первую дверь справа. (Alright, take the elevator up to the seventh floor and take a right, he's the first door on the right.)"
I thank the women and lead Mikhail to the elevator. I press the button to the seventh floor and lean back against the metal railings.
"So where are you from?" I ask, decided to have some small talk before I take him out. Might as well, can't do no harm.
"My parents were born here in Russia but I was born in the United States so I never learned Russian. What about you?"
"Me?" I laugh lightly. "I was born here, I leaned to speak Russian first then English. My parents were very poor and me and my sister never had too much stuff but we had the essentials." Lie.
The elevator dings and we step out into the hallway. I pull him to the right and I stop at the door that's supposed to be his room.
"This is my room?" he asks, looking at me.
"It should be, that's what the lady downstairs told me." I shrug my shoulders, frowning innocently. He pulls out a card and swipes in on the doors lock and surprise surprise, it opens.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I never introduced myself, I'm Mikhail" he holds out a hand. Luckily for me I'm wearing white leather gloves that match my dress so now I can't get my DNA on his hands. I take his and shake it.
"Sariya Portnov."
"Pretty name, would you like to come inside?" he asks, holding the door open for me. I nod gracefully and enter the very expensive hotel room. I look around at all the flowers, red and blue, and many other shades. This room is beige unlike my lemon room and the mattress is a darker brown and folded over slightly at the top it is white.
"This is a beautiful hotel room, it must have cost a fortune." I take a seat at the kitchen table and wait as he approaches, sitting across from me.
"So Mikhail, what are you doing all the way out here in Russia?" I ask, leaning on the table ever so slightly.
"I have a scientific presentation in a few days, then I'm heading back home."
"Oh!" I say, gasping, falsely of course, "so you're a scientist? Are you working on anything cool?"
He bites the bottom of his lips, clearly struggling with what he can and cannot say. Finally he sighs, eyes close for a moment before opening them back to look at me.
"Okay, if I show you, promise you won't tell anyone about it?" he asks, eyes pleading me.
"I promise."
He nods and gets up, I follow behind him. The semi-auto pistol 9mm is digging into my back. I have a silencer on it so I'll have enough time to scale the window using the rope that the leader of HYDRA provided for me. He opens a dresser drawer and pulls out a neon green vile that seems to illuminate a green glow.
"Wow, that looks amazing, what is that stuff?"
"It's a liquid compound I invented, when injected into a human, or animal, it will allow dead, humans or animals to be revived."
"Are there any side effects?" I ask, knowing that the HYDRA leader would probably like to know.
"No, none that I have come into contact with."
"That's amazing" I say, then I spring into action.
I whip forward, slamming my foot into my right leg. he goes down, his leg crunches in a loud, crack! I know I broke the bone in his leg but I don't care, I feel nothing.
"Aah!" he screams. I cover his mouth with my covered hands until his screaming subsides. The blood just pools out of his leg. It swirls around his in a red circular puddle. I catch the vile before it hits the ground. I examine it and then release my grip on Mikhail's mouth.
I step back and reach up the back of the dress, and pull out the gun and the silencer attached. He looks at me in horror as I aim the gun at him.
"Y-you wouldn't?" he says, more to assure himself than to question me.
I smile sadly, "Oh, I would."
I step forward and place the gun at his forehead.
"P-please d-don't, I-I—" he has tears in his eyes and his body is trembling. I keep my mouth in a firm line. I won't be weak.
BAM!
I pulled the trigger.