All Sinners A Future, All Saints A Past

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All Sinners A Future, All Saints A Past
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Steve Rogers was dead. He had died the moment Bucky had fallen off the train but Captain America had lived on and not even a plane crash and 70 years of cold and ice could change that, leaving him stranded in a new century. A new world. But it was fine. It really was. As long as he didn't let himself think. Or sleep. And then, one day, Bucky came back.
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Dead Eyes See No Future

Warmth. Warmth and Light.

The man opened his eyes, disorientated, scared. There were two guards at the door, two at each side of him, six guards in total, machine gun ready at hand, two handguns per guard, at least one knife. The man was manhandled out of the chamber and sat down on a chair. He knew that chair. The chair meant pain. But he knew better than to struggle, if he struggled he was punished. He lay back and heard the machine being turned on while heavy steps came closer and a female voice began to recite, »Жела́ние. Pжавый. Cемнадцать. Pассвет. Печь. Девять. Добосердерчный. Bозвращение на ро́дину. Oдин. Грузовой вагон. Доброе утро, Солдат. «

»Я готов отвечать. «, the Soldier replied while the doctor checked his vitals. He gave a short nod and the Soldier sat up to face his handler.

»Good morning, Soldier. «, the Soldier stayed quiet, it was not necessary for him to speak. »I have a mission for you, Theresa Hamil, ambassador of the United States. Tomorrow at 0900 her plane will land in Jerusalem, she will be escorted to her hotel, room 101. You have three days to neutralize her, no witnesses, no unnecessary attention. Do you accept the mission? «

»Yes. «

»Get him ready. «, the woman ordered and two of his guards stepped closer to take him out of the chair.

 

It was a lowkey mission, hence he was only accompanied by two guards. He didn’t know their names. He didn’t need to know them. They were new, nervous, the Soldier could see one of them throwing him nervous glances, while the other tried not to look at him at all.

The Soldier did not require sleep, he used the first 24 hours to shadow the target, always accompanied by one of his handlers. They didn’t trust him.

The target’s daily routine was predictable, she was at all times accompanied by her bodyguard and showed no signs of worry about her environment. She did not seem to anticipate any kind of violent action against her person. The mission was easy. His two guards fought the bodyguard of the target while the Soldier stabbed her into her abdomen, waiting patiently while she bled out and covering her mouth to muffle the screams, he took her purse and a second later he had vanished into the shadows of the nights.

 

»Well done, Soldier, « his handler said from where she was sitting a few feet away from him. The Soldier did not acknowledge the woman’s words, he had finished his mission, nothing more and nothing less. He was debriefed, undressed, washed and brought back to the chamber where he would stay until the next mission.

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