Natalia had been saved from the flames to be reborn for her country. AS a child she showed precocious intelligence, the spark of greatness that made her suited to Red Room's plans.
Her training began in dance, the physicality of it suited her. Limber and lean she moved with the grace of one born for ballet, it also made an excellent cover for the other skills being honed in her. Before she was thirteen she'd been trained hand to hand combat, by fifteen weapons and at the tender age of sixteen her conditioning truly began.
The most powerful country in the world was an ocean away, but it's threat remained the same, the war which broached the borders of her country threatened the safety of their program. Things had to be intensified. A rising hero of America fell and it was not long after that a new trainer rose within the program.
Whispers of him reached everywhere. He was dark, moody and mysterious. Too serious, too smart the other spoke out against him in what Natalia had learned to read as fear and jealousy, she couldn't wait to meet him.
They had passing acquaintance but ti be assigned to him there had to be good reason. She'd not proven herself apparently, but she felt him watching her. The weight of his notice was hard to miss, it kept her awake at night sometimes.
Awake at a night when a gentle tap sounded at her window. Puzzled she reached for the pistol she'd been conditioned to keep within arms reach. It rested in her hand against the small of her back as she peered into the darkness outside her room, the moonless night offering nothing for her to see.
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Her training began in dance, the physicality of it suited her. Limber and lean she moved with the grace of one born for ballet, it also made an excellent cover for the other skills being honed in her. Before she was thirteen she'd been trained hand to hand combat, by fifteen weapons and at the tender age of sixteen her conditioning truly began.
The most powerful country in the world was an ocean away, but it's threat remained the same, the war which broached the borders of her country threatened the safety of their program. Things had to be intensified. A rising hero of America fell and it was not long after that a new trainer rose within the program.
Whispers of him reached everywhere. He was dark, moody and mysterious. Too serious, too smart the other spoke out against him in what Natalia had learned to read as fear and jealousy, she couldn't wait to meet him.
They had passing acquaintance but ti be assigned to him there had to be good reason. She'd not proven herself apparently, but she felt him watching her. The weight of his notice was hard to miss, it kept her awake at night sometimes.
Awake at a night when a gentle tap sounded at her window. Puzzled she reached for the pistol she'd been conditioned to keep within arms reach. It rested in her hand against the small of her back as she peered into the darkness outside her room, the moonless night offering nothing for her to see.