Soldier 259

Chapter 19

Soldier 259

    I watch from a window as Bucky, Steve, Falcon, and some of T'Challa's guards run off into the jungle in search of him. I cross my arms over my chest and send up a silent prayer to whoever might listen that they return home safely. Night whines and leans against my leg.

"You don't have to look all gloomy, you know. They'll come back," 60 says.

"I don't know. I  trained 214 myself, he knows almost everything that I know. He's ruthless and bloodthirsty. When he sets his mind to something no one can stop him."

    I turn and look at 60 and feel sorry for him. To find out that you were a very rich and important person who was kidnapped and taken from your family must be hard. Before I entered his room, Sylvia told me that 60 has been beating himself up over it, literally. He has a purple eye and cuts on his arms. He's a little thinner than the last time I saw him.

   I walk over and sit beside him on the bed. He fiddles with his fingers. Finally, I muster up my courage to talk, "Do you miss it? Your life, before Hydra."

   He sighs, "Yes. Yes, I miss it. I miss her, my wife. T'Challa told me that she had the whole entire country looking for me. Then, when they couldn't find me, she committed suicide, leaving out daughter alone with no one to look after her. Do you remember the burning building that we rescued 117 from?"

   I nod my head yes.

"That was the Red Room organization. Somehow, they had gotten their hands on her and had taken her there. We were sent there to see if they wanted to join Hydra and when I saw her." 60's mouth closes and opens as he fights back tears. I have never seen 60 like this and it scares me. "I remembered her, I knew that she was important to me and that I had to rescue her from that place. So, I convinced you to help me and we rescued her and burned that place to the ground." 60 looks at me, "I never got to thank you."

    I smile, "You don't have to."

   60 sniffles, "I owe you so much, I can never repay you for what you have done for me. I don't think I would have my humanity if I didn't have you. Thank you, for saving my daughter and I."

    He hugs me, actually hugs me. It isn't for show or fake. This is a real warm, loving, and thankful hug. It's been so long since someone has hugged me and actually meant it that I don't know what to do. We hear the door open and separate, almost as if we might get punished for showing such humanism.

   Sylvia walks in, Duke standing behind her. She smiles at me and tosses me a gun. I catch it and stare at her, shocked. "I think you'll need it for where you're going," she says.

"Where are we going?"

"To go rescue the king and to bring home my son."

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    I load up on guns with my crew, no my family, around me. Somehow, Sylvia got the guards to believe that we are going out on a training mission. I can feel how nervous and excited my crew is. 117 and 60 are standing close to each other, father and daughter finally reunited. 284 learned that he use to be a soldier in the army and that's how he learned how to make delicious food out of practically nothing. He was then captured for the information that he had and was tortured, still to this day he hasn't cracked and told the secret that he has hidden in his brain.

   I look over at Sylvia, who is strapping a bullet proof vest over Night and loading it with bullets and grenades, and feel at home. Except, there's something missing, someone missing. I only hope that we're not too late.

"Alright everyone," I shout, "this is a rescue and extract mission only. We get the king and get out as quickly as possible. We leave no one behind."

"What about the Soldiers?"

   I look at Sylvia, "We bring them home." Sylvia smiles hopefully.

"Let's move out!"

    We race out of the room and into the jungle, the heat hitting me and making me wish that I was back in the building with the AC on high. We run and runs until our legs feel like they're about to fall off. Ugh! We are SO out of shape. Thanks a lot T'Challa!

   I hear gunfire and hold up my hand for them to stop, 60 walks slowly up to me. I pear through the bushes and see a large abounded building with vines growing up the walls and into the building. The roof on it has caved  in and it looks like a ghost of its younger self.

   A scream goes up and my blood runs cold. I know that scream, it's Bucky's scream. I rush forward only to be yanked back by 60. I fight him, I have to get to Bucky. 60 raps his hand over my mouth and has 284 come over and help him.

   They press me up against a tree, I yank 60's hand off my mouth and hiss, "What are you doing? I have to get to him!"

"No, you don't," he hisses back. I nearly slap him for that comment. "You need to think before you go barging in there without a plan. Get a grip! What would 259 do in tis situation?"

    I freeze. What would I do? I wouldn't have felt anything for Bucky, I wouldn't even have cared about the person screaming. My mind would be focused on the mission and only that. 60 looks me dead in the eye, "We need 259, not Kyra. 259."

   Slowly, him and 284 release me. I stand there and debate who I want to be. Do I want to be Soldier 259, the merciless killer who is nothing but a puppet? Or do I want to be Kyra, the girlfriend of Bucky and older sister to Sylvia who's grown up as a lab rat? I don't want to be 259, but I have to be her for one last time. I pull out one of my pistols and stare them in the eye, "Let's go."