6-8 (Mission x275ly1rA68)
AD: 18/04/05
Mission Aim: to claim target subject 6-8
Strike Team: Theta
Target: Subject 6-8
Mission Description: Strike Team Theta flown out at 2100 hours, engage building at 0230 hours. Target is being held in cell block 9//2. Do not engage target. Strike Team Theta meet at rendezvous at 0300 hours with target. Target will be transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D. Avignon (SF) at 0530 hours.
Mission OA: Avis (Level 10)

"Всех сотрудников рекомендуется оставаться в бункере до дальнейшего уведомления. Блоки с 7 по 12 находятся в режиме блокировки."
"All personnel are advised to stay in bunkers until further notice. Blocks 7 to 12 are under lockdown." The electronic voice repeated its words again, startling the small child in her cell.

"Sir? Am I wanted?"

The man outside her door ignored her, preferring instead to talk into his headset. "Block 9 is secure. Awaiting orders."

The girl crept further into her darkened cell, curling up with her back against the wall. This wasn't the first time this had happened, although she knew that this time it probably wasn't a drill. The electronic voice only confirmed her fears.

"нарушение, блок 9. нарушение, блок 9. Breach, block 9. Breach, block 9."

She was safe here, they wouldn't get her. The small child clutched tightly at her greyed rags, ducking her head down as far as her neck would allow hoping against hope that they wouldn't ask her to do the thing.

"6-8. Do it." The man outside pressed a button on the wall outside, the lights inside flickering on.

The girl whimpered slightly before scrunching up her face and concentrating. Silent, invisible. Silent, invisible.
After a moment she felt a little pop in her head before a cold feeling washed over her. She opened her eyes.

"Stay in here." The gruff man pointed his finger at where she had been, before running off.

"нарушение, блок 9. нарушение, блок 9." The only sound was the voice from above on repeat. But that was okay, it meant she was fine for the moment.

Cling.

6-8 looked up, her eyes flicking to the window panel on the door. Two figures approached, both dressed in black.

"Is this the cell?" The first voice sounded like a man, but she couldn't be sure.

"I think so. Can you see in?" A lady's voice. She sounded nice, but that could have just been her voice.

"I can, but I can't see the target. You try Risson." The man moved away from the window and let the woman over.

"Avis didn't mention any abilities, but perhaps our intel was wrong." 6-8 moved closer to the door, hoping that she was still undetectable. "Let's ch-"
Risson cut herself off and pointed directly at the child. "Kingston."

"I see."

The girl squealed and ran backwards when Kingston began unlocking her cell door. She hadn't prepared for this.

"That sounds like a child! Hurry up!" Risson moved back from the door, but from the light shining out of the window, 6-8 could see horror on her face.
"We can't leave the child in there with 6-8!"

Child? Were they talking about her?

"Almost-" Kingston was breathing heavily before the lock on the door popped. "Got it. You go in and get 6-8. Make sure the child is okay." He backed away from the door before allowing Risson to pass through the door frame.

"6-8? We need you to make yourself and the child visible. We're here to help you."

"No."

Risson looked back at her partner. "I think 6-8 is the child."

6-8 backed further into her cell. They couldn't see her if they didn't know what she was.

"Please 6-8. We really want to help you." Risson moved to the center of the room. "Please."

The girl shook against the wall, her thoughts flickering wildly. It wouldn't be long now until they could see her, as she could already feel the cover slipping off her.

"It's okay, we won't hurt you." Risson could see the beginning of a small child's outline and moved towards it. "I can see you."

6-8 quivered harder. "No. No. Sir said to stay here." The cover was rapidly leaving her body and she knew it. She also knew that in only a few moments the darkness would come.

"6-8, we are going to help you out of here. Sir won't be able to get to you." Risson put her hand on the girl's shoulder. "It's going to be okay."

The child collapsed, the cover leaving her body completely. Risson pulled the small convulsing child to her chest, before picking her up to be carried over the shoulder like a baby.

"Kingston! Let's get out of here."

||6-8||

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The eyes of the small child began to flicker open, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could feel something warm but very hard under her back, causing her mind to question where she was.

"Ahh. La petite child awakens." A strange sounding voice pulled her into the real world. "It is about time."

6-8 snapped her eyes open, before closing them immediately under the harsh white light. This couldn't be her cell, perhaps she had been moved. That wasn't all that uncommon, as Doctor Rauclez had always been on his toes, moving her after every mission.

The strange voice tutted. "Does she need water? Did you give her water before you gave her here?

"No. Sorry about this, Agreste. Avis needs this to be kept strictly confidential. Can't have Fury knowing about her yet." 6-8 couldn't quite remember where she knew that voice from but she did know it from somewhere.

"All is forgiven. It is in my job description." The strange voice sounded closer to the child now, causing her to flinch away. "No, no. Come now petit enfant, I mean you no harm."

6-8's eyes flickered open and stared at the man who was crouching over her with a worried look on his face. The man with the strange voice was wearing a white coat, like Doctor Rauclez, and had short grey hair. His pants were black with a blue stripe down the side, something the child had never seen before.

"Is this my cell, Sir?" Her voice sounded rough and her throat felt dry, but 6-8 knew better than to ask for water. She would wait.

"For now, oui." The man sighed. "You have met already Agent Risson, no?"

From a corner of what 6-8 realised was a large white room with random important looking things all over it, a woman emerged wearing the same pants as the old man, but she was also wearing a black top with buttons down the centre.

"We've met, although 6-8 did seem a little preoccupied at the time."

It clicked for the girl. She had heard that voice outside her other cell, whilst she still had the cover on. The black must have come to get her. But then...

"Where is Doctor Rauclez, Sir?" It wasn't like her doctor to miss a session, especially as the darkness had come faster than normal. He would want to talk to the others about that; it was a weakness.

The two adults exchanged a look, one that the girl was very adept at understanding, even at her young age.

"He has been transferred. Doctor Agreste is your new Doctor." Risson pointed at the old man before moving to beside the curled up child. "Is there anything you need to tell us?"

"No." 6-8 felt a little bad about lying to the people who had been nothing but civil to her, but until she knew where she was, she couldn't trust these people.

"D'accord." Doctor Agreste turned to Risson, his hands in his pockets. "Is Avis coming to check in on our petite guest, or should she be settled in?"

"Avis said that she should stay here for a few... months... before we introduce the team or anyone else to her." Something made a buzzing noise, causing Risson to look at her wrist. Her face changed in a second from calm to worried, with her eyebrows scrunching together. "I've got to go, Kingston's calling in. Something must be up with H-" she cut herself off, looking at the delicate and tiny child curled only a few feet away.

"Go, go. It must be tres important. I will watch our guest." The old man began doing strange hand movements, and Risson nodded her head, backing out of the room quickly.

"Ahh, mon petit enfant. I don't think that we have been properly made introduced. I am Doctor Agreste," he pointed at himself "it is my job to look after you. What is your name?"

6-8 hesitated before answering. He wouldn't send her out straight away to the room, would he? "Sir calls me 6-8."

The Doctor nodded and stuck out his hand. "Bonjour, 6-8."

The child stared at his hand for a few moments before he pulled it back to his side. He glanced at the girl's confused face before frowning deeply. "Ahh no."

He turned away and picked up a notebook, writing rapidly with words that 6-8 couldn't understand. She wondered briefly if he was told to keep writing things that she did, or if he had an idea. Doctor Rauclez often did that.

"Are you hungry? We can have food, if you want."

Food? Actual food or the yucky medicine food that Sir would give to her?

The child hesitated before replying. "No, Sir."

"Ahh. And my machine would be lying. I will get some food and if you want some, you may eat some." The Doctor pressed something on the hard thing that she was on and the top part moved upwards. "Here. And now, I will be a moment."

Doctor Agreste gave 6-8 a quick pat on her arm, before walking out the door opposite where the child was.

It was just her now. Her and all the different instruments. Her and the hard thing, which she would have to ask the name of. Perhaps she should call it something, until she knew it's real name.

"Flatly." 6-8's voice was still coarse and now a bit sore, but despite everything, she spoke decisively. "Yes. Flatly."

She gave the hard thing a quick pat before reaching up to stretch a little. Her arms were stiff and when she looked up, the girl could see a weird patch like thing stuck to the inside of her arm. Perhaps this was their way of putting medicine into her?
It was different, very different, to how Doctor Rauclez had done it. He preferred to feed her the medicine in food, which made it yucky, or while she was watching the box, he would put it in her arm with the sharp.
Neither way was nice, but it helped her to have control over herself.

While 6-8 was still stretching and thinking, a previously unnoticed figure slunk further into the room. The figure crept right up behind the child before they were noticed.

The child stilled her stretch and pulled her arms down to her sides abruptly. She had no weapon on her at the moment, Sir wouldn't let her keep them, as she was always scared of them after she had used it.
Instead, she focused long and hard on her destination - the other side of the room, near the door.

"Sorry Flatly."

One moment she was sitting on the hard thing, the next, she was standing next to the door, her arms out ready to defend herself.

"Amazing." 6-8 could see the face of whoever had been behind her and was a little disappointed in what she saw. Instead of a well armed enemy, she had just shown herself to a young looking woman with brown hair and eyes. "I had no idea you could do that as well! Wow."

The child blinked. This was most certainly not what she had been expecting. The woman's appearance was disarming, especially as the child had been under the impression that she was to be kept away from anyone else. But it wasn't the woman that had shocked her most, it was her words. I had no idea that you could do that as well. As if she didn't know the full complications of 6-8's condition.
And perhaps she didn't.

"Who are you?" The girl choked out, her rough voice combined with shock to create a lump in her throat.

"I am no one you need concern yourself with, 6-8." The woman's attitude had changed in a second. One moment she seemed approachable and even a little excited, but had, with a simple question, changed to a militant woman who left no room for question, nor answer.

It seemed as though, at least to the child, this woman was someone she needed, very much, to be concerned about.

"Doctor Agreste isn't here, he left for a moment." 6-8 could feel her body begin to convulse again and knew that if this woman was so changeable, this mightn't end well.

"Oh, I know." The woman moved closer to the child, a smile slowly spreading on her face. "And won't he be excited to know that his pet project can do more than just hide in plain sight."

"Please, m'am. Please stop." She balled her fists together, her eyes beginning to scrunch up as the shaking became almost unbearable. "Stop."

If anything, the woman's smile became wider at the child's outburst. "You'll be fine, little thing. You really are quite an extraordinary example of curios." She took another step forward. "And, if you don't mind, I'd really like to see what else you have to offer us."

"No, no." 6-8 looked down to see her hand, or what should have been her hand. Instead of a whole hand, she was met with the sight of little particle type things falling from her hand and disappearing from random spots around her palm. "Please."

The woman, who 6-8's abstract thoughts pieced together as needing a name, smiled evilly and reached a worn hand. "Or, as it may seem, not see what you have to offer."

"No... please..."

Just as a cold wave swept over 6-8, the door swung open with a loud bang, causing three things to happen almost simultaneously. First, the young brown haired woman retracted her hand and disappeared, then Doctor Agreste let out a great yell of despair causing three more people to run into the room. The last thing to happen was the most frightening experience that the small girl had ever thought possible. 6-8 completely vanished.

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Sooo... what do you think?
This is one of the longest chapters that I've written out so far, and I would love your feedback.

~ MallaHarkness04 xx

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