I could fight them. I knew I could. But something about them was different. Then it clicked. If they were going to protect the Russian Training Facility, they must have trained there as a kid. Unsure about next move, I just watched them all hurry out of the gate. Hundreds of them, all in rows; every gun looking at me. I wasn't going to make it. The GBK wasn't as good as the official facility. Everyone knew that. It was time for the match of my life. And this time, the prize was my life. The idea of me being elite was now just a mere memory.
I had to do something. So, with all the hatred in the world, I threw a punch at the first soldier. Instantly he caught my balled up fist and flipped me over. He grabbed my waste and grounded me to the floor, my back consumed with pain. Around 20 soldiers stood above me, their guns directly towards my chest. "Make a move and we'll shoot you in unison!" one of them hollered. I couldn't have moved even if I had wanted to. These people were highly trained, like me. But with hundreds of them, I stood not even a glimmer of a chance.
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Natasha Romanoff | Guns and Roses
ActionI could see the needle anticipating my skin, almost as if it mocked me. Everything I had been through over the last month, but they couldn't resist. They need me, more than ever now. And if this the only way, they will surely take the bargain.
