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The day had finally come. Charlotte's first solo mission started today. She could not be more excited. Not only was she excited to show her handlers how much she had learned in the past several years, but she was also excited to leave the compound again, alone this time. No, she wasn't going to run away. She knew better than that. But now, she had the freedom to do whatever she wanted, inflict whatever kind of damage she wished.

She was already up and practically bouncing around her tiny cell when two guards came to get her. They silently opened her cell door and let her out. One of the guards started off down the hall at a brisk pace. Charlotte instinctively followed him, the second guard close on her heels.

They led her to a heavily guarded room, where one of the top agents at the facility sat at a fold-able metal table, waiting for Charlotte. 

"Доброе утро, солдат(good morning soldier)." he greeted her, a smile on his face. Those three words triggered something inside Charlotte. Those three words seemed to shut off Charlotte's ability to feel any sort of emotion. A blank expression quickly replaced the wide grin that had just occupied her face moments before. 

"К заданию готова(ready to comply)." came Charlotte's monotone reply. She slowly blinked, showing the agent that she wouldn't be a threat until she was given her mission. With that, he quickly explained to her that she was to hunt down a well known and well liked political leader. Joseph Stalin, the General Secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, had recently begun posing a threat to the recently reformed HYDRA.

The top agents and leaders of HYDRA wanted him gone as soon as possible. And what a better mission to give the Winter Soldier as her first solo assignment.

"Всё понятно?(you understand)?" the agent asked her after he finished debriefing. Charlotte nodded her head once to show she understood. The agent smiled at her before he instructed her to change into her new uniform. Black material was shoved in her hands as all the men exited the room, the large metal door swinging shut behind them.

Methodically, Charlotte changed into her new uniform. This uniform consisted of a long black sleeve for the right arm and a sleeveless left side, so her metal arm could be clearly visible. A black chest piece was left lying on the floor next to the table. Charlotte strode over to it and plucked it off the ground before she slid it over her head.

She hurriedly fastened the multiple straps around her chest and stomach area that secured the chest piece to her body. Next, she slid the pants over her slim, muscular legs. There were several hidden pockets along the pant legs that Charlotte assumed were for storing weapons. She tossed the thought aside as she pulled on the black boots that had been left next to the chest piece.

It took her a while to tie all the strings. Once she got finished dressing, she slowly stood up and walked to the door. She slammed her left fist against the smooth metal once, knowing that the guards could hear her from the other side.

The door opened and all the men who had previously been in the room entered once again. Several of the men were holding either additions to her uniform or weapons they were going to give her for this mission.

"Стой(stand still)." one of the guards instructed her before he wrapped a belt around Charlotte's petite waist. A thick piece of black plastic was tied around her mouth and nose. There were small holes that allowed air in and out of the mask. Black rimmed goggles were also placed on her face over her eyes. They dimmed her vision, but that didn't say much as it was already dimly lit inside the facility.

Several things were then placed in the pockets located randomly around the belt such as grenades, knives, and hand guns. Several rifles were then strapped to her back using the straps left untouched by Charlotte when she initially put it on. A considerable amount of knives were then placed inside her boots and in the pockets on her pants.

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