It was another night of breaking into Nazi facilities, nothing had done wrong so far. She had noticed how Hoffman had raised the number of men on her squad despite the fact that there was no reason to. Maybe he was becoming paranoid in his old age. They had never met face to face, she had always kept her identity a secret from him, disguises being the only safe way to meet. He had never worn any and there was never an exact time for their meetings, she would always catch him off guard. There was trust between them, enough for this to work at least. She had snuck into a military base which, to her surprise, was still full of free thought against the regime and overheard him and his fellow officers. They discussed the camps, the atrocities in them, and their dislike of HYDRA. Many had also questioned Hitler's military ambition, it didn't take her very long of appearing in Hoffman's bunk and scaring him half to death to be able to come to an agreement. That had been during the early days of Hitler's power, 1934. He had supplied the trucks and the other people during their time evacuating the ghettos.
After almost a decade of working together she didn't see why he would betray her now.
The next one they were going to was significantly larger than the previous ones, the soldiers would cover her back while she carried them through. She sat in the back of a truck with them, going over a map. The mask hung heavy on her face as she tried to adjust it with her gloved hands. She could feel the weight of her equipment; the knives at her thigh and the guns strapped to her chest and the one at her back, the sword at her hip.
"We're ready for you," one of the men said in a thick German accent. The mesh of their masks made them like sickly demonic creatures as they spoke.
"Have you radioed Hoffman our location?"
"Of course, Doctor." He couldn't see the look she was giving him through the thick black glass that covered her eyes. She hadn't heard any radio's turned on or off, no static, nothing.
Slowly, she walked off the truck and to the gate of the camp. There would be no stealth this time, this faculty was too heavily guarded and her men wouldn't be able to easily traverse through the underground sewage system to begin with. They could hear a soft hymn in front of them as she raised a gloved hand, a silvery thread stretching and weaving into a wall.
It didn't take them long to get into the heart of the operation as she kept the men guarded while they fired off rounds. Minimizing casualties wasn't an option today. The bodies kept falling one after the other through the hail of bullets. Most of the gunfire was pointed at her because of how noticeable her costume was in comparison to the black faceless men around her. That was good, that had been the point behind the cumbersome mask. They had painted the walls crimson by the time they reached a large chamber.
She could see a banner with the swastika as she walked to the center of the room, her hand still raised. The soft hymn of the barrier echoing off the walls. Her head snapped as she heard clicking behind her and the sound of the doors closing behind her.
All of the men, her and Hoffman's, stood with their guns raised. Their expressionless faces, what was running through their heads. They knew what she was capable of and if the situation arose she would have no issue doing it. The barrier fell around her.
"Hail Hydra!" A voice said behind her in a thick accent. She couldn't see anyone soon realizing it was being said through the buildings intercoms. A laugh escaped her as she shook her head.
"So this is what has become of the great HYDRA? A bunch of small men hiding behind speakers?" She turned back to her soldiers. "How pathetic the lot of you are."
"Do not blame the men, Doctor. They have much more on the line here than you believe." There was a slight pause before he continued. " I believe you've met, Herr Hoffman. He did try to keep you a secret from us but the man seemingly didn't have the strength by the end of our time with him."
"Where's Hoffman?" He ignored her question.
"Ahh, Lady Genevieve, we have waited for your return to us. Do you still remember that name? It's been almost a century since you've been with us." Her skin began to crawl as the air felt thicker around her. "Sadly, we are running out of time. HYDRA has missed its fist and it's time for us all to reunite for our long awaited reunion."
She turned to the soldiers and slipped her fingers behind her mask. None of it mattered now that they knew. It fell to the floor along with her coat.
The men immediately began to fire as her eyes started to glow. She created a bubble around her and made it grow larger, it moved so fast that it knocked the men off their feet like a wave. The room felt like it was getting warmer, she tried rubbing her hands together and she shocked herself. She broke off into a sprint to the door.
"I can't wait for us to spend time together."
The whole room shook as electricity went through it. She braced herself on the door as she grabbed the handle and tried to break it open. Her lip began to bleed from the pressure her teeth were putting on it as she tried not to scream. Everything in her body was wanting to give up. She could feel the electricity was getting stronger as she broke open the door and reached for her guns. Her face scrunched in pain as she fell onto one knee, seeing the small militia waiting for her to take one step out of the room.
She shot one of them and tried to run past the other men, her barrier beginning to form. Her feet barely left the room before she began to be riddled with bullets. Blood pooled onto the floor as she slumped down into it, her chest heaving as her eyes glowed trying to heal the fresh wounds. Slowly, her vision went black as she felt her body being pulled up.
