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She woke up in a place she didn't know, surrounded by people she didn't know. All she knew was that these people were threats and had become targets.
"Steve, she's waking up," a redhead said. She recognized her vaguely. She knew her from the Red Room. A blonde man in a leather jacket rushed to the bedside.
"She's awake, we can untie her," the blonde man said, fiddling with her restraints.
"No, we don't know if it's her that woke up," the redhead said seriously. Her face was grave with an emotion that Elizabeth could recognize as fear.
"What is your name?" The redhead asked.
"Asset 06729345," Elizabeth recited blankly.
"No, Liz. What is your name?" The redhead urged.
"Asset 06729345," she repeated.
"The Soldier shut her down. She's psychologically connected to him. It was HYDRA's way of giving her a failsafe. He said the word and now she's a HYDRA monkey," the redhead explained to the blonde man.
"Do you know who I am?" The blonde asked.
"Target 759," Elizabeth said blankly, not making eye contact with him.
"Steve--" the redhead said.
"What?" He asked, turning around.
"I was target 758," she said, her eyes wide with shock. Steve had been the next one on her hitlist.
"Steve, you should leave for this," the redhead said slowly.
"What? Why?" The blonde asked frantically.
"I've seen the way you look at her. I don't want you to have to see this," the redhead said gently.
"Nat--" he argued.
"Go," she ordered harshly. He sighed in defeat, storming out of the room. He didn't go far. He sat on the other side of the cold metal door, just waiting.
"Liz, I'm so sorry," the redhead said.
"Bring it on, bitch," Elizabeth taunted playfully. The redhead took a deep breath, picking up a wrench from the toolbox in the room. She drove it into the side of Elizabeth's head, knocking her unconscious.
