Thread: Zinda Blake, Maria Hill, Nick Fury WHO: Zinda Blake, Nicky Fury, Maria Hill WHEN: December 4, 1947 and then January 5, 2010 WHERE: Ministro Rivadavia, Argentina; SHIELD Headquarters WHAT: Zinda’s found. She doesn’t take itwell.
Well, this had just gone belly up mighty fast, now, hadn’t it? Zinda stayed quiet as the grave as she slowly made her way down a long, badly lit corridor with her gun drawn. The mission should have been simple. Go catch a Nazi scientist and escort him to his cell to await trial. The orders had been to bring the bastard in alive if it could be helped, and after Hitler and Himmler shot themselves... Well, Zinda was a fan of “bring in alive.” It was important for there to be a trial for these bastards’ names to go down in history as the scum that they were.
She came to a doorway and brought her gun up quickly to clear the room. She glanced behind her and made a hand motion to Blackhawk and Andre, and they went ahead of her to clear the next rooms.
She shared a look with Blackhawk that said it all though. He didn’t like this anymore than she did. The intel said this place should be a hotbed of activity. Instead it seemed almost deserted, and she didn’t like how the electricity in this place seemed to be going haywire as time went on.
They passed a room on the left near the end of their corridor and Zinda peered inside even after Andre cleared it. The equipment in it seemed to be running funny. Zinda didn’t consider herself someone of an exceptional amount of what you might call book learnin’, but she could get a shot down plane in the air and had pretty much rebuilt an entire Nash. Something told her the angry, low, chugging noise that machine was making didn’t mean anything good.
“Hey,” She said barely over her breath, but it sounded loud in the silence of the complex. “That don’t sound right, in the least.”
Blackhawk looked at her and knew that look on her face. “Don’t even. Once we get this guy they’ll send Howard Stark to look a-” But Zinda was already inside. “That damn woman.” She could hear Andre muttering angrily in French, probably cursing out her very existence, but she still needed a closer look.
She didn’t touch anything, she wasn’t a damn moron, but she looked at various gauges, and while the words were in German she got the gist. After all, angry needles pointing to the red was a big, bad thing in all languages, and that’s exactly where they all were.
She backed up as quick as she could. “We’re gonna need to be gettin’ out of here now.” She barked, but only barely got the words out before there was an explosion.
She didn’t feel burning. She felt nothing.
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She felt like she was floating. In the distance she could hear chattering that she couldn’t make out. She could hear the beep and ping of machinery. She could hear footsteps. She was just finding it difficult to open her eyes. After several minutes of willing her eyes to open she cracked them only to be nearly blinded by light. She instantly squeezed them shut and didn’t make a single peep. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was dealing with or if she was amongst friends or not.
After a few more minutes she steeled herself for the brightness and opened her eyes. She looked around, taking note of the lights, of the equipment she’d never seen before. The beeping started to beep a bit faster. She heard some rustling and closed her eyes again, playing dead so to speak. Her hand balled into a fist under her blanket.
Oh no, she wasn’t going to panic. She was not going to panic. After all, Zinda lived off of her survival instinct. This was just something she never thought would happen to her.
They had her. She was a prisoner. She was in a lab. While she hadn’t personally been at any of the camp liberations, she still knew what Nazi scientists were capable of. Everyone did.
She experimentally moved her limbs, noting that she didn’t feel any pain, but they didn’t feel particularly weak either. She felt groggy, but she didn’t feel pain.
Jesus, how long had they had her? Where the others here too?
By the sounds in the room she’d guessed there was only one person in there with her. Well, they were about to find out straight on how shitty of an idea that was.
She took a chance of opening her eyes. There was a man in a white lab coat. His back was too her, but Zinda guessed he looked like he might be in his mid thirties. She shut her eyes again, but didn’t hear the guy move. He just stood there, lost in thought, tapping a pen on the table quickly. She kept a wince to herself as she pulled the the IV from her arm. She could feel her arm throb and bleed, but that wasn’t a concern at the moment. She slipped the clamp from her finger and the machinery made a loud, long beep.
It startled the man from his thoughts. ZInda shut her eyes, and the man came around to the side of her bed to replace it. That was when she jumped into action. She didn’t know that’s what would have happened, but she couldn’t let the opportunity pass her by.
In a quick fluid motion she jumped up, landing a right hook on the man’s jaw as she wrapped the IV line around his neck. “Sprechen Sie nicht.” She commanded. The man looked like he might call out anyway, and she tightened the tubing. “Don’t say a goddamn word.” She repeated in English, even if she was unsure this man understood her. “Now, nod yes if you understand what I’m sayin’.” She said calmly, holding onto the line tight as she reached for something she could use as a weapon. Her hands wrapped around a slim syringe, but she didn’t let herself be the least bit confused about the weight or feel of it in her hand. The man was nodding.
“Good boy.” She said, finally letting herself breath deeply. “Now, you’re gonna get me out of here, you understand? And if we see any of my boys you’re gettin’ ‘em out too. Now nod.” She said confidently as she let the needle of the syringe press against his neck. The man nodded, and she steered him towards the door. She heard some beeps as he pressed buttons on the wall. The door then swooshed open.
She didn’t know part of what he’d entered was an emergency code (a silent alarm used for hostage situations), but they started the trek through the premises.
“Lead the way to my guns first, and if I think someone’s comin’ you’ll regret it.”