Fair warning: Winter Soldiers are involved and people are going to be killed. I try to not make anything too gory, but it's not "PG" either.     

     I woke up to the man in the beret and two soldiers opening the door. After undoing my restraints, the soldiers locked their arms under my armpits and dragged me into a huge room with metal railings and some type of device in the center.

     I was fastened into the strange metal chair. Machinery whirred and two metal pieces made contact with my head. A painful electrical zapping forced horrible screams from my throat...

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     I was held in some strange type of metal chair. Men with guns surrounded the railed area around me. A man in a military uniform with a crimson beret stood in front of me.

     A dark red book held the words he read aloud to me. "Создание. Убегая. Принуждение. Мать. Огонь. Вечер. Второй. Разрушен. Рейс. Лезвие." He closed the book and set it down. 

     "Доброе утро, солдат."

     After a lean breakfast of a bowl of porridge and a small cup full of sausage, the man in the beret led me to a large room with a huge barred-off area, like a cage, in the center of it. Four men in full SWAT gear, two men with clipboards and lab coats, and one man with a metal arm were inside the cage.

      "Одолеть его," the man in the beret told me and motioned to the metal-armed man.

      I came at him with a hook punch, which he blocked easily. He took my left arm and twisted it hard behind my back.

     After he pinned me against the cage's bars, I kicked my left heel into his crotch. His grip weakened, and he released my arm completely after I spun around and punched his face with my metal fist.

     The man swung his own metal fist at me, and I hooked my calf behind his knee, bringing him down in front of me. Grabbing his throat with my metal hand, I flung him behind me into the metal bars. He hit the floor with a satisfyingly painful thud.

     "Отлично," the man with the beret said. Then he barked out, "Забери его и приведи предателя."

     The lab coats checked my vitals as the SWAT men took the metal-armed man away. A few minutes later, an underfed woman with butchered short brown hair in a grey jumpsuit was thrown into the cage.

     The man in the beret handed me a combat knife and gave the order, "Убей ее, солдат."

     The woman backed away from me on her hands and knees, crying out, "Нет нет! Пожалуйста, не убивай меня! Сжалься!"

     A good kick thrust her hard onto her back. While the woman's resistance was weak and short-lived, she desperately tried to fight against me. Slashing her throat and stabbing her multiple times, I unflinchingly completed what the man in the beret ordered me to do. He only nodded his head in approval as two of the SWAT men removed the corpse from the cage. Only a pool of her blood was left behind.

     "Принеси следующий," the man in the beret ordered.

     The lab coat-clad men again checked my heart rate, temperature, and breathing.

     The SWAT men brought in a man in a grey jumpsuit with a black sack over his head. They sat him down and handcuffed him to the chair.

     The man blubbered nonsense. "Пожалуйста? Куда-? Не делай ей больно. Я ничего не знаю. Вода."

     The man in the beret motioned for me to sit on the floor. Then he handed me a gun. "Это Beretta 92FS Inox. Вы будете разбирать и собирать его пять раз. Ваша последняя сборка займет менее 30 секунд. Тогда вы прикончите никчемную жизнь этого преступника с помощью пистолета."

     I disassembled the pistol and took note of where each piece went. Reassembling it took longer than taking it apart. More familiar with the gun now, I shaved off a few seconds on the second attempt. The next time was even easier. By the fourth sequence, I knew the firearm. It was reassembled in less than 25 seconds the fifth time. The man in the beret handed me a full magazine, and I inserted it into the piece.

     After standing up, I loaded the bullet into the chamber, pulled the hammer back, and flipped off the safety. I found my stance and wrapped my flesh hand around my metal hand, which tightly held the grip. Bringing the sight up to my eye level, I steadied myself and squeezed the trigger. Without blinking once, I shot him twice in the head and five times in the chest.

     The man in the beret wore a very pleased look on his face. "Уберите его отсюда. Тогда принеси арсенал," he instructed.

     The SWAT men removed the body and the chair, but not before some of the man's blood ran down onto the floor. There, it joined the woman's blood, crimson red and forever inseparably mixed together.

     The men in lab coats descended upon me. As before, one prodded and measured data from my body while the other violently scribbled this information on his clipboard.

     The SWAT men returned with a full array of weapons. Pistols, assault rifles, machine guns, knives, grenade launchers, the works. They also brought three human silhouette targets.

     The man in the beret told me, "Ознакомьтесь со своими новыми игрушками."

     After disassembling and reassembling the multiple firearms, I unleashed them on the targets. The bullet-ridden victims were then subjected to more wounds as I perfected the throwing aspect of my knifework. I spent most of the day practicing with the extensive arsenal.

   I do not know how many hours passed until a man in a lab coat came to the cage and said, "Врач готов ее осмотреть." 

     One of the men in SWAT gear took me by my left arm and led me out of the cage. We walked down a long hallway until we came to a room with a thick metal door.

     Inside there were various pieces of medical equipment, cabinets, counters, a bed, and such, but what caught my attention was the man in the beret and a man in medical scrubs that I had never seen before. Two men in lab coats and a man in SWAT gear were also in the room.

     The man in scrubs had me remove my boots and stand against the wall as he placed something on my head to determine my height. 

     "Сто восемьдесят пять сантиметров," he told his assistants, who then wrote the number down on their clipboards.

     He made me step over to a scale and measured my weight. 

     "Восемьдесят два килограмма."

     I was instructed to sit down on the bed, and he looked at my eyes, nose, mouth, and ears with a little light. The man in scrubs had a type of tool hanging around his neck. Placing two pieces of it into his ears, he pressed the cold metal end of the tool against my left breast. He held it there for a long moment before moving the piece to the center of my chest.

     "Вдохните, затем выдохните," he instructed me, and I did as I was told. The man put the circle on the upper part of my back. "Сделай это снова."

     Once finished there, he wrapped a rubber cuff around my flesh arm. Rubber tubing ran from the cuff to a gauge and a rubber bulb. The man in scrubs put his cold circle piece on my arm and squeezed the bulb. The part of this device on my arm inflated and tightened as he kept pumping the bulb and studying the gauge. Eventually, he stopped and removed the deflated cuff.

     The man walked over to a counter and returned with a small rubber hammer. He tapped the inside of my left elbow and then the outside. Moving down to my wrist, he tapped it in the same manner. The scrubs man pushed my pants up to expose my knees, which hung over the side of the bed. After striking both of them with the strange little hammer, he proceeded to do the same thing to the backs of my heels.

     The man in scrubs pinched the skin of my neck, poked my abdomen, and ran his hands over my major muscle groups. Seemingly satisfied with his examinations, he stuck a needle into my left arm and extracted several vials of my blood.

     Looking briefly over some papers, the man in scrubs said, "У нее прекрасное здоровье."

     "Хороший. Мы отправим ее завтра," the man in the beret responded. "Иди принеси ей еды," he ordered one of the lab coats.

     Several minutes later, the man in the lab coat returned with a food tray. The man in scrubs, the man in the beret, and both the men in lab coats exited the room, leaving only the two men in SWAT gear.

     After I finished the small meal of stewed cabbage and sausage, one of the SWAT men told me to lay down on the bed and then fastened me to it. He flicked off the light as the two men left, closing the large door behind him and his co-worker.

     As I fell asleep, I wondered what the man in the beret meant when he said, "Мы отправим ее завтра."