Mimic
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Chapter 4: Sponsors
Three months later
Was back in Europe thinking there hasn't been much action going on except civil war in Sokovia. Otherwise, Western Europe seemed right. So, I was in Germany exploring the village and meeting with my sponsors. Germany looked like the go-to place, with so much culture and locations, if I need to hide I can quickly get on a train to anywhere.
Anyway, I was in Berlin walking through the crowded streets until reaching an alley making a sharp turn and down the steps to a basement. A metal door was locked with the graffiti of an Eye. I knocked the door, which a camera popped out of nowhere. Leaning close to the camera, I let it scan my eye. It did the scan and recognized my retinas unlocking. Not saying another word, I enter the facilities. The place was dark crowded with technology and rock band poster. Among one wall was filled with computer monitors as a large leather chair stood center. A second later a petite woman, all goth with black hair formed into a mohawk, pierced lips and eyes brow, tattoos seen on her neck.
"All seeing eye," I greeted.
"Mimic," She replied in a thick German accent.
Mimic was my code name. All Seeing Eye was a descendant of Abraham Erskine, a grandniece, who took her intelligence to modern science. Her real name was Shosanna, but she prefers by her nickname Eyes. So, Eyes used her cyber hacking skills to use her family fortune to help mutants to hide from the government, mainly HYDRA, SHIELD and the USSR so we could live in peace with legal documentation to assist in our travels. Anytime my passport gets full or expires I come to her for an update on everything.
"What do you need?" She asked.
"Passport, Asia stamps like crazy, and medication," I answered.
"How many pills do you have left?" She asked.
"Ten," I answered.
"I'll get you some within a week," She said. "Passport in three days, I ran out of the paper for that."
I nodded setting my bag down and pulled out some technology from Japan and specific types of candies. Her eyes widen when seeing the glass bottle that has the most expensive sake.
"Give me," She said standing up.
I chuckled handing her the bottle of sake.
"Where did you get this?"
"Aizu Wakamatsu, pricy for a 35% Daiginjo Sake," I said and pulled out a unique set of Masu a cedar wood box that adds flavor for the sake.
"Any room available?" I asked.
"Yes, but you know the rule."
"Don't touch the heaters and alcohol," I confirmed. "Leave some euros if I dare eat your food."
She nodded going back to her computers to check on the others, Tired from jet lag; I went upstairs to the apartment levels where Eyes lives. It's simple to say she owns the entire building but lives in the basement with all her technology. Not wanting to disturb the peace, I went to one of the guest room setting my things down and used the bathroom to shower. My thoughts linger back the last three months. There hasn't been natural disasters or crisis. Maybe it is a good sign; again, the ultimate villains don't strike right after the other.
.o0o.
The next day I went out to get some food. Eyes were still at work on getting documentation. With my hat on, I travel around the streets taking pictures for one of my blogger friends touring sites. When I reached the markets that were festive on stands selling food. I bought a bag filled with cut Schnitzel and fries. As I continue to walk there was a sense that I was being followed. Cautiously I finished my food and walked in a steady paced overusing my surroundings. There were so many people there to see.
Reaching a fountain, I took a camera out taking pictures getting a better observation. That is until I spotted a man on the other side of the square. He was a tall, muscular, and broad shoulder. He wore neutral dark colors, dark hair cut short hidden under a baseball cap. He appeared to be a backpacker, with his sack. There was something off about him. Though travel-worn, he didn't seem to be a free spirit. Let alone the fact he was staring at me and started walking over. Cursing, I started walking away thinking it was one of HYDRA or SHIELD agents.
The operative continues to follow, making a sharp turn I went through another crowded street dumping the hat. I put on an earwig connecting to Eyes. It took a few rings till she answered.
"Better be important?"
"I'm being followed," I said.
"Tracking your cell," She replied. A few seconds later she said, "Found you, description of the stalker?"
I described the person which she soon got on camera.
"No signs of weapons, but physical attributes show he's athletic. Not in the underground mutant circle or your contacts," She added. "Do you think he's HYDRA?"
"Or SHIELD, I don't know, but he's following me," I said.
"How good is your running?"
"Fair."
"And your jumping?"
"Eyes, I have an advance memory that makes my body do that of an Olympian, not a kangaroo," I grumbled.
"Make a left," Eyes said.
I made a left, as she told me to start running. Thus, following her directions to the narrow alleys. Going into my memory, I pulled up Parkour and instantly my body recognized the fundamentals of using the surrounding to elevate my speed and strength. Listening to Eyes' instruction I started to the noticed distance until hearing his footsteps. When I reached a door to one of Eyes associates hideout the door was locked. Cursing, I sat some buildings with patios. So much for limiting recognition, I ran up jumping on the first ledge and continue going back and forth between the two buildings until reaching the room then stop.
"Stay," Eyes said.
I dropped flat and listened carefully. The guy stopped at the alley confused; he walked around until sighing in disappointment. Several minutes later he left.
"Come back to home base," Eyes instructed.
"Copy that," I said.
.o0o.
Once at Eyes location, she pulled up surveillance footage of the guy enlarging his face, so it was easy to see. He looked familiar, yet I couldn't put my finger on it. His face had a sturdy jawline cover in stumbles. A man on a mission.
"I put his face through facial recognition we should get an answer in a few," Eyes said.
I nodded, I've seen this face before but where? I've never met the guy. Maybe I crossed paths without communicating with him. A hostel, airport, something along the lines of traveling transportation? There are endless possibilities.
The computers indicated a match. However, it was not possible! There was a ninety-five percent chance that this stalker was a KIA world war two operative. Someone who supposedly died in 1945. Now I recognized him from doing a research paper on the Howling Commandos back in grade school. If not going to the Smithsonian for the Captain America exhibit. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.
"How...he's supposed to be dead?" I said. "Could this be his grandson?"
"Maybe, I'll look." Eyes said typing away. Her monitor showed Sergeant Barnes family tree until there was fifteen grandnieces and grandnephews, none hold any resemblance other than brown hair. No records of Sergeant Barnes having a child to start his bloodline.
"If you think about it, Captain America was frozen for seventy years maybe that happened to him."
"He supposedly died falling off a train in the mountains of Germany," I said remembering history.
"I'll keep eyes on him, best you stay indoors until I get your order done." Eyes said.
"Probably the best," I said. "Can I use your WIFI."
"Password?" She asked.
"Bitch with Wi-Fi," I answered.
"And don't you forget it, also no porn," she added.
I snorted before going upstairs to my room to use a laptop. Signing on the wifi I did more research about Sergeant Barnes. Born on March 10, 1917, as the eldest child of four. Barnes grew up to be an overachiever, having been an excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom. Best friends with Steve Rogers, Signed up for the war right away after pearl harbor. He was part of the 107th Infantry Regiment, rose to ranks to Sergeant, his captivity by Hydra, becoming a super soldier, became a member of the Howling Commandos alongside Captain America and died in 1945, the final mission in the attempt to capture Arnim Zola. I continued to go into broader research when I found a link of SHIELD and HYDRA leaked files three months ago. Someone took time in decoding the information about the Winter Soldier being Sergeant Barnes.
This caught me off caught, as I pull up a full facial photo of Sergeant Barnes that was colored restored and put in on Paint. I looked for a lower face mask on the internet, and with some photoshopping, I put the two together and gasped.
Hydra was stalking me again.
The Winter Soldier has come to finish the mission.
Me.
.o0o.
No signs of Sergeant Barnes since his stalking a few days ago. Eyes hacked into the nation nationals shadow network. Undetectable by the CIA or other national security. Surveillance showed no trace of Barnes. Giving the impression, he has left Berlin. But Eyes kept my cover to be sure. Once she was sure the coast was cleared, she gave me a new passport and next prescription for six months.
"We should go out," Eyes said.
"That's a first," I said.
"I know a good club, private." She said.
Thinking about it, I gave the nod. She smirked securing her computers before heading upstairs. Following her consideration, I went to my room and change into something club appropriate.
Three women stood at the entrance unsure how to get in. Eyes rolled her eyes as she pulled a secret lever that unlocked the door. The woman gasped from surprised while Eyes and I walked into the warehouse that had an industrial gothic tone to it. Dark indie music was playing by a live band as the lights were dim to see yet hold a lustful atmosphere. Tons of people were swaying to the music while others in the leather booths socialized. Eyes and I went to the bar sitting down on the high stools. The bartender smiled coming over.
"Eyes, do you see anything you like?" He asked.
"Just here to drink, Sergio," She answered amused.
"They all say," he replied, before going to attend another patron.
I turn my head to see the dancefloor. Here are many mutants here, some I recognized and others who know. Although there are individual people here without the genetic mutation. One a Grecian woman who danced around elegantly, nearly out of place than the typical traveler or hipster. Then five familiar men watched the exotic woman. I shook my head, Elektra is somebody you don't want to mess with. She is an assassin of her own accord. The leader of the group came over Elektra and rested his hands on her hips. She seemed to not mine as they dance to the music. But once his hands were getting cocky, she took what look like a ninja sai and aimed it at his junk whispering something in his ear. He growled stomping over to the bar.
"Don't give up cousin, I think she likes you," Eyes said to the grouch who came over.
"Sweet of you to say." He scoffed turning around giving his charismatic appeal. "Do you know what we are, Eyes. We are gods."
"We are nothing," She said. "Just because our granduncle made a horrible choice, he redeemed himself, Eloy. Don't forget what happened in the U.S several years ago."
Eloy scoffed as he came over to me whispering in my ear, "The thing about our kind is, is that we never give up."
Immediately I grabbed him by his long hair and slammed his head on the rusted bar table. He groaned as his friends laugh as they came over. Eloy and he his laughing goons of mutants. Supposedly their great-grandparents performed an experiment that mutated to have abilities through the bloodline. I hardly pay attention to their names, only Eloy. I called the others by their skills. Mover, Scream, Shifter, and Block.
"That is how I imagine you," Eloy murmured.
"Oh, that looks fun, can I be next?" Scream, a tall blond asked.
"Absinthe, full round," Eloy said as he stood up. "Them two."
"Well, out from their imaginary hideout, the glorious dickheads" Eyes muttered.
"We're in luck gents, my cousin Eyes and her sponsor Mimic honors us with their presence."
"Dance for us," Shifter teased swaying his hips.
Sergio placed seven glasses in front of us, as sugar cubes were set ablaze on slotted spoons. Underneath was the green fairy liquor until the sugar cube crumbled and fall into the absinthe creating a fog. Afterwards, we shot down the essence. Once down they left in seek of the next female prey to satisfy their hunger.
"Men, and their idiocy," Elektra murmured as she came over.
"You can say that again," I muttered.
The assassin order, "Tequila, Mezcal if you have it."
Sergio nodded getting her drink.
"So, Eyes, any word on the Hand?" Elektra murmured.
The cyber goth shook her head, "The last finding was in New York City, Chelsea."
"That is all I need," She murmured, then looked at me. "Interested in taking down an underground organization?"
"As exciting as it sounds, I'll pass," I answered.
"Very well, have your constant run with Hydra." Elektra dramatically sighed. "Though, I've received word they are recruiting in Sokovia."
"Terrific," I muttered.
"The Hand and Hydra have something in common, global domination." Eyes grumbled.
"And add the Avengers, Fantastic Four, and that mutant group…" I said.
"X-men," Eyes corrected. "Though they dispatched long ago. Ever since their facilities were blown up and the cure was made."
"And now only humans who were mutated by accident or experiment roam the earth," Elektra finished as she got her glass, bringing it to her lips, "Unless you believe in magic."
Eyes and I scoffed, there is no such thing as magic. Sure, Thor and Loki have their abilities, but the magic we see in the movies hardly exist.
"Be careful," She continued. "Ever since Shield and Hydra have been exposed, they have been seeking recruits."
"And you having The Hand," Eyes muttered.
"Seeking immortality," She murmured finishing her drink. "Though, I have an idea who can take care of them in New York City."
I nodded listening to their conversation. Not that I'm interested in being a hero, but focus on what is going on in the world. You be surprised at how much secret organization who seek world domination or create an end to something. Organizations that give those wars in the middle east a bad name.
When we finished, I decided to head back having a strange sense of being watched. Elektra wished us good night before we left the club. We took our common roots, tonight being mellow even for Berlin. The starry sky masked by the city lights. The sound of a typical night of music, conversation, and silence in certain alleys. Eyes suddenly stopped answering her phone, speaking in German. She groaned.
"I got to go; some idiot locked himself out of his computer." She said.
"No problem," I told her.
Eyes nodded as she headed back. I decided it is best to take the public root walking onto the open streets, hood up and eyes open. Just as I was about to make it to the road when all the sudden, I heard screaming. Common sense told me to keep on walking, but my instincts told me to investigate. Breaking the self-code, I went to see what was going on and found the Five tormenting a girl in an alleyway. Pulling out me conceal gun out of my purse I aimed it at the sky and fired getting their attention. The men know not to tempt me as the girl came over in a panic. She spoke in French, "Merci."
I looked at her replying in French, "Get out of here."
"Oh, come now, American it's not like we are going to hurt you," Eloy said coming out of the shadows. "You got to let us gifted have their fun."
"You know the law," I said.
"What is one normal person than another. If you leave signs of your abilities, they will come, and come in numbers like they did nearly fifteen years ago. Make it worse that the CIA base is here." I warned. "And not just for you, but for all of us."
"Spoken like a bitch who's been there," Eloy murmured.
"We were just playing games, "Scream whispered.
"We know the risk," Block added.
"Yes, we all know, Europe's hidden law, "Mover said.
As they all said in unison, "Stay a secret or be exposed."
Back in world war two, a lot of people were found out of their abilities. Those who run the communities of the gifted kept this one law. There are a few, Berlin being one for sanctuary. Where we can be us in a specific location, that is until the CIA made a base here. Eloy made his way over carefully placing his hand on the gun lowering it.
"But everything will change with Hydra," He murmured.
"What did you say?" I sneered.
"I've been reading the exposed Hydra files," he continued. "Though there is no picture, there is a wanted post on a young woman who was exposed to replicated Super Soldier serum in the mother's wombs, having the ability to remember everything and can copy every fighting abilities. There's a hefty some on your pretty little head, Mimic."
"Watch your tongue," I warned. "Do you even know what Hydra is?"
"A powerful organization who will put governments on their feet," He said.
"They are about stripping freedom; we are nothing but pawns," I explained. "So, don't be a fool."
Eloy smirked, "Now how am I stupid to be a fool...or them?"
Suddenly Eloy stepped aside as Mover waved his hand and by some unknown force I was shoved against the wall. Cursing, I tried to force my way out, aiming the gun and fired. The bullet made them move. However, Block created an invisible field deflecting it. Shooting a few more rounds, I took the distraction to run. When I'm about to exit, there was a high pitch noise causing my ears to bleed in agony. Crying out, falling to my knees covering my ears to block Screams sonic shriek. Eloy made his way over, but not giving up, I did a spin kick, knocking him to the ground.
Eloy laughed, "How about the old fashion way."
Soon we were all fighting. Using karate and Krav Maga as the men were more armature straightforward fighting. Block used his powers as his skin turned into stone. Follow by Screams sonic shriek. I tried to cover my ears to block the sound, but the high pitch hurt my eardrums. It was too much when Block grabbed me, shoving my head into a Brick wall a couple of times. The impact was too much that I fell onto the ground near unconsciousness.
Eloy came over grabbing my hair, "You see, my dear American friend, we are gods, and you are incomplete. So, when Hydra has their tentacles on you, you we can take back what is ours. What do you say?"
I spat on his face.
Eloy sighed, "Stubborn as all Americans. Why don't I teach you a lesson…"?
Suddenly a migraine appeared out of nowhere. Eloy's power of mental intrusion. Desperately I tried to use Eyes tips to avoid this attack by clearing my mind, yet he was annoying to avoid. As dark memories of my father's death replay in my head repeatedly.
"So that is your most traumatic experience, watching dear daddy being shot," Eloy's voice whispered.
"Get out!" I screamed.
Eloy and his goons laughed until a dark mass appeared. Eloy slammed my head into the ground to aid his friends. Everything was dark and hazy as a muscular man was surrounded by the Five. He watched them calculating until Shifter launched forward, the stranger easily grabbed his hand and twisted it, basically snapped it. Shifter cried out, as the stranger tossed him aside deflecting Scream and Mover, them trying to use their abilities, yet it doesn't seem to faze him. He took all four of Berlin powerful men down leaving Eloy.
Eloy tried to perform a mental attack but stop.
"What the hell is wrong with your mind?" Eloy murmured in shock.
The man came over grabbing Eloy by the neck lifting him off his feet.
"You're not…can't be…"
"Not anymore," the strange said and slammed Eloy hard against the brick wall knocking him unconscious.
The stranger who came to my aid stared at our surrounding in the small alleyway. He picked up the gun before walking over. At this point, everything was blurred impossible to see him, as my head hurt. A deep sigh could be heard, the stranger picking me up when unconscious won.
Leaving me in the stranger's hands.
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