Just a teaser chapter for the next long chapter
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My heart raced even harder once we entered the compound. We snuck in by riding in a storage truck, but once we were in, we split up. Though I had my hair hidden (mostly) by my stolen hat, I still felt exposed. If one person took the time to really look at me, they'd think 'hey, she kind of looks familiar? Yeah, there's a lady locked up downstairs with black skin and blue eyes.' And my cover would be blown.
I made sure to keep my head down.
But where was I supposed to start looking? I didn't see any signs saying 'captured mutants here!'.
What I did find was a cafeteria. It was empty except for a small group of men in the corner. They were playing cards and drinking, and creating a lot of noise while they did it. From the sound of it, they were pretty drunk.
A plan formed in my mind and a smile on my lips.
I entered the café and sauntered over to the men, swinging my hips. I unbuttoned my over shirt to reveal a tight fitting white undershirt beneath.
"You fellas need another player?" I purred, leaning over one of the men's shoulder.
They all jerked up, noticing my presence. I forced to smile prettily as they stared at me.
"We are already dealt in." One of the men said, his words slurring slightly.
"But, you can always watch!" Quipped in the man whom I leaned on, his words much more slurred that the firsts. Seems like he couldn't hold his alcohol, which was good for me.
"Aw, you're too nice!" I gushed. I felt hot bile rise into my throat but I knew that if I was going to get any information out of these guys, I'd have to play the part. Even if it made want to puke. "But there's no room to sit…would you mind if I perch on your lap?"
"Go for it chickee." The man said eagerly. He pulled out his chair to make room for me.
"Thanks!" I lowered myself down and tried to shiver with disgust.
I'm not beautiful like my mom is. Mom is so breathtaking, you actually think she is a goddess in human form. But I know boys find me attractive because of my strange features. I stand out and males find that interesting enough that they can trick themselves into believing I'm beautiful. I really don't try to flaunt it, but this may be the only way I can find my parents. Plus these guys probably don't see teenage girls very often living on this base. That works in my favour as well.
"So who are you? I haven't seen you around before." One of the other guys asked.
"I'm Kitty, I'm one of the new recruits." I said in a perky voice, using the cutest name I could think of. "I don't really know anyone that well yet, so when I saw you boys playing, I thought I'd come over. I hope that's alright?"
They each quickly assured me that my presence was welcomed in their own drunk way.
"Oh good!" I said, wiggling in what I hoped was a cute manner. "So what are your names?"
Darrel, Harry, and Greg. The guy I sat on was called Edgar.
"Great names." I smiled, winking at Darrel.
"You want a beer?" Greg offered.
"She can't be old enough to drink. Look at the size of her!" Harry laughed.
"Hey, old enough to enlist, old enough to drink." Greg said, pushing a can into my hand.
"I'm nineteen, so its all good." I lied cheerfully, opening the beer with one hand.
"Nineteen? The age limit is twenty one." Harry said, frowning a little.
Oops, my Canadian is showing.
"Uh, well I'm from Minnesota and the limit is different there." I lied, keeping my face straight.
Harry nodded. "Oh, right I forgot."
Did that seriously just work? Either these guys are stupid or the beer is making them brain dead.
I pretended to take a drink.
Ten minutes into drinking and it was like we were old best friends. They cheerfully told me nasty jokes, complained about base life, flirted with me. I had to find my own seat when Edgar's hand started to wander.
"So," I took a fake drink from my can. "When do we actually get to see the muties?"
Sorry Mom and Dad.
"Aw, we got a little thrill seeker here, boys!" Darrel laughed, pinching my cheek a little too hard.
The others laughed and put on a pouty face. "What? I wanna see some muties, is that such a big deal?"
The others laughed harder.
"Well that's why I'm here! Don't we fight them and round them up and stuff so that can't infect normal people with their disease?" I asked innocently.
Again, sorry Mom and Dad.
"Sweetie, we haven't fought any muties since we got here. And we've been here a much longer time than you." Harry said, taking a swig from his beer.
"Hmmm. How dull." I said in a bored voice, rolling my eyes. I stood up and took my time walking away.
"Oh hey, wait!" Edgar called.
I turned and raised my eyebrow.
"We ain't never seen them, but-" He began to say, but Harry interrupted.
"Ed, I don't think you should be telling this to a new recruit." Harry warned.
"Lighten up Harry, it's just Kitty!" Darrel said, as if we had known each other for years instead of minutes. I smiled sweetly at Darrel and came back. I leaned forward on the table and thrust my chest out.
"Yeah, it's just Kitty." I repeated.
"Well, you ain't heard nothing 'bout this from me," Edgar said, leaning forward. His eyes kept drifting from my face to my bosom. What a perv. "but we do have mutants here on the base."
I widened my eyes with eagerness.
"Wow, really?"
"Yeah. Some pretty powerful ones too." Edgar said proudly, as he himself had single handily caught my parents.
"Shut up Ed. You haven't seen them like I have." Darrel scoffed.
I turned my full attention to him.
"You've seen them?"
"Yeah, one of them. Once." Darrel took a swig of his beer. I knew he was baiting me, and that I had to play along if I was going to find anything out.
I moved over to him and curled my finger around a strand of his dull brown hair.
"What did he look like?"
"Like an animal." Darrel said, shivering slightly at my touch. "He looked human enough, but there was something beastly 'bout him, you know? He had this look in his blue eyes like a caged animal. He wanted to tear all of our throats out. Maybe even eat us."
Before I actually thought, I blurted out "Did he have black hair?"
Thankfully they were all too drunk to realize that my question was an odd one.
"Yeah, he did." Darrel answered. He put his hand on my thigh and began to stroke. "I saw him kill a guy. Gutted him right in front of me with these huge silver claws. I was gonna kill the muttie, but the general ordered me to do nothing. But I could have taken the dirty animal."
Dad could have taken you down before you could have even blinked you vile, evil son of a-
"Darrel, stop pretending you're tough. We all know you just bring down instruments for the torture experts." Harry rolled his eyes.
Torture experts? They tortured my parents? My heart raced.
"Wow, that's really exciting. But I think I better turn in for real now, seeing as I have training in the morning." I said, getting up. "Um, Darrel, could you help me find my room? I'm afraid this place is so big that I'll get lost."
"Yeah, sure!" Darrel got up from his chair, stumbling slightly. The other's threw him dirty looks as we exited the room together. He winked at them in response.
I led him down the hallway, ignoring his excited drunk chatter. Checking to make sure no one was around I pulled him into a supply closet.
"Whoa," Darrel said. "Guess you couldn't wait, huh?"
He began to undo his pants. When he looked up he saw my gun in his face.
"Oh shit."
"That's right. Now, first of all, do up your pants. Nobody wants to see that." I ordered coldly.
Zip.
"Good, now tell me where the mutants are."
He looked at me, sizing me up with his drunk eyes. I'm no Charles Xavier, but I could easily tell what he was thinking.
"Don't even think about it. You may be bigger than me and trained, but you're also drunk. You should know that I've been training for eleven years in pretty much every hand to hand combat known to man. Plus I have a gun." I growled. "Now tell me where Storm and Wolverine are!"
"You'll never get to them, you stupid little bitc-"
I jabbed my gun into his throat. "Watch your langue."
He began to sweat even more.
"I'm going to count to three, and then if I'm still lacking in information, I will shoot you. There's always more informants out there that I can ask." I snarled, while thinking "Wow, I sound like a real cold bitch."
"Level thirty, containment area A." Darrel sputtered. I pressed my gun deeper into his neck, making him shriek. "I'm telling the truth!"
"Do you have access codes or whatever to get in?"
Darrel's eyes betrayed him before his mouth could. He glanced down at the keycard on his shirt. I ripped it off him before he could move. On the back scribbled in black permanent marker was a series of letters and numbers. The access code.
"You're almost making this too easy for me." I smirked, tucking the card into my back pocket.
"I'll kill you, you nasty mutant bitch." Darrel spat at my face.
I dodge his flying salvia. "Fun fact, I'm not a mutant. Good night."
I knocked him in the head with the butt of my gun in the place I knew would put him out. I then used different items from the supply closet around me to bound and gag Darrel, just in case he woke up before we were done saving my parents.
I quickly headed down the hallway to where I remembered seeing an elevator. I winced as a large hand fell on my shoulder. I spun around, expecting to see one of Darrel's drunk friends but instead it was a familiar face.
Blond hair, blue eyes, and strong chin.
"Leah? You were supposed to stay with Black Widow." Cap said in a hushed voice, frowning. "Did something happen?"
"No, we just got split up." I answered. It was really weird seeing Captain America out of his star spangled uniform and into the suit of the MRD. "But Cap, I know where my parents are!"
I quickly told him my information and handed him the key card with the code.
He slapped me on the shoulder "Great work, soldier. Now let's go find your parents."
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