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Russia. It was one of the last places on Earth that the young woman had ever thought she'd find herself venturing to again. The place was cold, the drinks were weak, and there was only so many places a person could look before everything started to blur together. Her iPod had been given a work out since the instant Stryker's men had rounded her up shuffling her from one transport to the next. No one talked to her other than a few short, albeit, clipped words when they deemed the question relevant to their job. Needless to say, the young mutant was bored and only slightly peeved at the lack of personalities. Alyssa might not have been an overly bubbly people person, but there were just some things you'd expect from hours of being stuck with the same uniformed man.
The last hour drive passed by much as the same with a painfully slow tick of the clock that she swore she could hear over the music blasting in her ears. Bright eyes glanced toward the jeep driver's wrist with a glare hinting he might be down a time piece if he didn't hurry. With so much snow on the ground there was only so fast the military vehicle could go. Even her suggestion of letting her melt a path had quickly shut her up and never suggested again. Sometime within the last forty minutes of the drive she had drifted off to sleep having found the routine of sleeping in the clunky vehicles to be almost as good as curled up on the small plane that had brought her to Russian in the first place. It was when the clicking sounds of the jeep slowing down that had woken her more than the puttering sound from their transport. She listened to the sounds of boots crunching in snow, a gate being opened, discussion amongst soldiers in Russian. Already the place seemed to have a rhythm to it that clicked like clockwork.
Hiding a yawn, Alyssa sat up, removing the blue earbuds only to replace them back within her jackets pocket. First impressions of the buildings weren't that great. They were like any other military facility she had seen before.. but what was inside of these were completely different. When the jeep had pulled up as far as it would the woman slid out feeling her boots sink a good couple of inches to the ground. Great. Just great. Carefully she pulled a long slender black case from the backseat hooking it over her shoulders to rest soundly and comfortably against her back. The duffel was next without so much care that was given to the first case. Before she could even get a thank you out the driver was spinning tires back toward the gate. "Huh. Well.. that was a first." Glancing back to the buildings she lightly clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before moving off toward the mess hall. It was early evening. Surely someone would be in there that could give her some useful orders.
The last hour drive passed by much as the same with a painfully slow tick of the clock that she swore she could hear over the music blasting in her ears. Bright eyes glanced toward the jeep driver's wrist with a glare hinting he might be down a time piece if he didn't hurry. With so much snow on the ground there was only so fast the military vehicle could go. Even her suggestion of letting her melt a path had quickly shut her up and never suggested again. Sometime within the last forty minutes of the drive she had drifted off to sleep having found the routine of sleeping in the clunky vehicles to be almost as good as curled up on the small plane that had brought her to Russian in the first place. It was when the clicking sounds of the jeep slowing down that had woken her more than the puttering sound from their transport. She listened to the sounds of boots crunching in snow, a gate being opened, discussion amongst soldiers in Russian. Already the place seemed to have a rhythm to it that clicked like clockwork.
Hiding a yawn, Alyssa sat up, removing the blue earbuds only to replace them back within her jackets pocket. First impressions of the buildings weren't that great. They were like any other military facility she had seen before.. but what was inside of these were completely different. When the jeep had pulled up as far as it would the woman slid out feeling her boots sink a good couple of inches to the ground. Great. Just great. Carefully she pulled a long slender black case from the backseat hooking it over her shoulders to rest soundly and comfortably against her back. The duffel was next without so much care that was given to the first case. Before she could even get a thank you out the driver was spinning tires back toward the gate. "Huh. Well.. that was a first." Glancing back to the buildings she lightly clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before moving off toward the mess hall. It was early evening. Surely someone would be in there that could give her some useful orders.