This is the same chapter with a new edition to the conversation between Sacavah and Bashca (Bucky). I'm also willing to write a short chapter book on Sacavah's backstory if anyone is interested. Please let me know in the comments and I'll get started on it when I can.

Thanks, Shelby Kraut.

I look forward to seeing those comments. I'm bummed that I haven't gotten any for this story so far.

Once Sacavah packed up everything she thought they would need, she quickly headed out of the house and towards the town nearby.

I hope that town isn't wiped out either. They only do it to the towns they knew Cal and Jaying were in.

Why are they interested in my mother?

She is a… Oh, Daisy, I think I should wait until you are older when I know you can understand. It will take a lot of time for me to explain.

Don't we have the time while we are traveling?

Yes. That is true, but we don't want anyone to hear it. Did you hear the first part of my answer or are you deciding to ignore it?

No. I did hear it, but I don't want to wait. And they can't hear us. We are communicating with our thoughts.

Yes, that's true and we're going to wait until you are older. Now that's the end of the discussion.

Sacavah moved Daisy to rest her on her hip. She looked around the houses throughout the villages. So much unneeded destruction. It didn't need to happen.

I agree. It didn't.

Sacavah stopped and headed over to the large pasture. They could take the cart with the two mules. The family won't need it anymore.

I'm going to set you down here on the hay and go grab the mules. We can have them haul us to the next time. We can sell them for money which will help things move faster.

Yes, that is true, but won't the car we just passed be better. Cars are faster, right?

Sacavah stopped and turned back around. Daisy, where's the car?

Head back about twenty feet. It is hidden under a tarp.

That's not just passing it. That will take a good ten minutes.

Well, it's not twenty feet straight back. Five feet back and it's siting in the open garage which is down a fifteen-foot driveway. That may not be accurate. It's me taking a wild guess and hoping I am right.

Sacavah headed down the rows of the houses. What color is the hou... Never mind, I see it.

She headed into the garage and pulled the trap off the car. Wow. This car is old. I'm not sure if it is going to start.

It will. There's just a few repairs that need to be made.

Daisy, you can't know that.

I can, but I don't just know how. I can feel the metal… the technology. It's talking to me. Letting me know how to fix it.

Like a Technopath. It's another ability.

Yes. Like I know Russian. How I knew what you were saying about your daughter. Could that be an ability?

Yes. It could, but you would have to understand multiple abilities. Like English, Chinese, Russian, and many others.

So basically, it would give a person the ability to understand any form of language.

Yes. That would be it. Do you mind telling me how to fix the car?

Can't I just do this?

Daisy pointed at the car and moved her pointer finger in a circular motion while making a small hum with her mouth. You can start the car now.

I can?

Yes. It's fixed.

Sacavah walked over to the car, opened the door, and sat down. I don't have a key.

Where can I sit? I can start the car, but once I do, you can't take your foot off the brake until we need to stop. I will take a lot of my energy

Hold on. Let m… wait, you can start the car?

Yes, I can. Let's get going please? I want some milk.

Okay.

Sacavah got out of the car and looked around the garage.

Once they were ready to go, Daisy started to the car and headed north towards the small village about twenty miles away.

As they traveled through the remains of the city, Sacavah found her mind once again returning to The Winter Soldier. With Daisy's promise to her, she knew she would be safe think about her lost love. A love she could never truly have.

She and Bashca, her nickname for him, had been three different mission before she began to truly come to understand him. He never seemed to be fully committed to his missions. Like he was only there to spy. At first, she didn't this was possible until she caught him talking on the phone.

It was in the middle of the night and she and the other girls were given the day off which was rare. She had decided to go get some food from the kitchen. Something which they weren't allowed to do, but she didn't care. She was the wild one and she wasn't afraid. These men couldn't scare her more than her father did when he beat her and her mother. That's why she was older than the others when she arrived. He decided he had enough fun with her and she needed to go. Her mother could always give him another child.

She had reached the long hallway which had curtains blocking each window. At the end was the most dreaded place of the whole school. The dance room. Where they trained.

The soldier was standing a few feet from the glass door. He was talking on the phone with someone. It was something she had never seen him do before.

She quickly hurried to the nearest curtain and hid herself behind it. She would wait for the right time to make her move to go closer.

"Look, Howard. I don't think I need to do this. Hydra may be around still, but they're so small. It won't matter much at all. Besides, they fall for my tricks every day. I haven't killed someone in years. But they always think I do." The soldier paused for a second. "Wait a minute, there's a girl listening to me. She is about five curtains back. I believe she is the new girl…. Her name. Sacavah… Sacavah Romanova… Okay. No problems. I'll talk to you another time. Please keep me in… Alright, sorry I asked. I should know you would."

The soldier snapped the phone shut and turned in her direction. "You can come out now, Miss."

"Miss." Sacavah stepped out into the hallway. "You never call me that even when we are on missions."

"I know. I have to be careful." The soldier took a step towards her. "I never know when people are watching me."

"And you aren't being careful now? You're talking on the phone out in the open and there could be people watching you write now."

"I'm safe, Sacavah. I know you'll keep my secret and besides we're the only ones here. I made sure of that."

Sacavah took a step back. Bashca stood only a few feet away now. "What do you mean? The others are here." She looked towards the stairs. Bashca was never wrong and she knew he would never intentionally lie to her.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to get so close to you. This undercover business is really changing and I can help myself. It's nice to be around someone who actually has feelings to show." He took a step back and shook his head. "And that's their problem with you. They don't want the girls to feel and want to say in what is going on. You're supposed to do what you are told and not disobey the rules. It may also be the reason why the other girls don't like you, either. You're not like them at all. They've been here their whole lives and don't know what else there is in life. They think this is what life is supposed to be. They try to ignore you, but it's hard. That's why when you left the room for the fifth time this week without orders to do so. They knew you would not fit in and that was only one thing left to do."

Sacavah dropped her head and her shoulders. "To the men and women who run the school that I'm going against the orders of the people here." Sacavah picked her head and turned to her body to the left and to the right. "Shouldn't they be here?"

"Yes, they already are. But it'll be okay. I promise you that."

Sacavah turned and headed back down the hallway. Bashca wasn't here for any reason. He knew he could talk to his friend because he knew no one was going to come this way but her.

"Sacavah, wait. Please. I won't kill you. You should know that" Bashca grabbed her arm with his right hand. He was carefully not to let the metal one get near her.

"How can I know that?" Sacavah ripped her arm away from him and took a step back. She moved her legs so she could run or fight if she needed to, but otherwise she stayed put. "Huh. Prove it to me."

"Okay. What I said on the phone about faking my targets' deaths. It's true. I'm here to help."

"That's not good enough. How did you fake their deaths?"

"My friend… He's a genius and a billionaire."

"A genius and billionaire." Sacavah crossed her arms over her chest. "What's his name?"

"I can't tell you. Not in the school anyway. He's the reason the programing doesn't work on me. On other people, it works, but not me."

"How? He made my arm and I'm not getting into that right now. After we leave the school, I'll explain, but you have to trust me to do that." Bashca took a step forward. "Please Sacavah, listen to me. I'm just trying to help. That's all I want."

"Why? What does your friend want from me?"

Bashca shook his head. "Sacavah, he's not going to hurt you or try to control you. You can get out of this place and go off on your own if you want. Or you can come with me to meet him. He wants you to work for him and don't take that the wrong way. The organization he and his friends created is so much different than this one. It allows you have a lot more freedom and you aren't killing people. You're protecting people from the shadows and dealing with problems the government can't." He wrinkled his nose, but keep his mouth shut.

"Bashca, what? What is it?"

"If a girl completes the problem here, they become sterile. It's horrible. It's another thing you won't have to worry about, too. This is the program that does it."

"Sterile? They do that to the women."

"Yes." Bashca answered shortly.

"Why? You can't not tell me why."

Bashca took a deep breath. "They don't want any of the girls thinking about anything that could jeopardize their mission and that is one of the biggest ones that could."

"Children, you mean. They're the biggest ones."

"Yes. They would be it."

"Now. If I say yes…" Sacavah paused. "Bashca, I'm not saying yes yet."

Bashca frowned. "How would you get me out of her without them trying to look for me later?"

"Simple. I would fake my death and we'd have to do it soon."

"You mean now. Don't you?"

"Yes. I do."

"Okay. I'll go with you, but can I still think about working with your friend some more."

"Yes. He said you don't have to decide for another two weeks and besides I'd have to fake your death anyway to get you out of here."

"Okay. Let's do it."

There is a store on the corner. A woman with a baby just left with a bottle and milk formula.

What? Sacavah looked around. "Bashca can't…" Sacavah shook her head. "Daisy. I'm not at the school anymore and I haven't seen Bashca in years."

Store. Milk for me.

Oh right. Sorry. I let my mind wonder too much.

You did…

Sacavah looked towards Daisy and frowned.

I didn't listen to or see the memory, but it was hard. You were projecting it too loud. I swear.

Sacavah looked away. I believe you, Daisy. I do.

She parked the car, picked up Daisy, and headed into the store. She headed straight to the isle with milk formulas and grabbed one. Then walked around the store getting a container of walker and baby bottle. She also grabbed a baby carrier for her back.

She headed to the front of the store and pulled stood in line. Daisy, can you can help?

Sure.

Daisy closed her eyes. She looked into the computer which had the surveillance cameras. Erased the two of them and left the rest of it alone.

She turned to the cashier and gave him a memory which made him believe Sacavah just need to show her ID. She would delete the memory once they left.

He just needs to see your fake Chinese ID and the video surveillance cameras won't pick up a thing. We're ghosts now.

Okay. Thanks and good job.

No problem.

Sacavah waited for other customers to leave and stepped up to the cashier. "I believe this is all you need to see."

The cashier took the ID and nodded. "That is all."

Sacavah headed out the door and to the right. She placed Daisy in the carrier and climbed up the stairs into the nearby apartment. She headed quickly into the house and made the milk.

I'll give it to you in the car. We need to get going.

Okay.

Sorry for the long wait. I wasn't sure what to write next. I hope Sacavah's backstory isn't too graphic. I tried to be careful, but I'm not sure I succeeded. Please let me know. I'll change the story rating if I need to.

The next chapter Sacavah and Daisy will be just minutes away from entering Sacavah's apartment where we meet Natalie and hear from another important someone.