Chapter Five

                                    

                                          
Idiot 
                          
 She was sent to prep, get ready. She wasn't dressed in her suit, she was dressed in a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform. It was skin tight, not that different from her regular assassin uniform. Black boots complementing her dark outfit, and symbol. Her light brown hair was braided across the top of her head from her forehead to the middle of the head where her ponytail rested , little to no make resting on her face.
                          
 Her large duffle bag was rested against her left shoulder, elbow resting on the zipper while her hand holds the strap forwards. 
                          
 The jail room unlocked with a click, giving her a warning about what was going to come, then a man, that she now knew as Brock Rumalow, walked in. Agent Rumalow was her commanding officer both while in the facility and as her undercover role. When working as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agents she was assigned to the stealth sector so that Hydra had advance agent in all available spots.
                          
 They just made her plan a small bit easier. If she disappears off the map, they won't know to question Rumalow or any of the other Hydra agents. She's not even sure they'll look or notice, she's not sure if she resigns that it'll be told to the Hydra agents.
                          
 "Hurry up, we don't have all day." He gruff voice broke her train of thought. 
                          
 A simple nod is all she gives before heading to the open door, walking beside him this time rather than before when she would walk behind him.
                          
 "What are you doing, Asset?" He snears, grabbing her arm and pulling her back.
                          
 "I don't think people would see a person walking three steps behind with her head down as normal. People would stare as we walk, that's going to draw some attention. If S.H.I.E.L.D. were to see this or caught word of this, it would raise some alerts, something they might look into and we don't want that, do we." She replied, eyebrow raised, voice strong, looking him in the eye.
                          
 He scoffs, "You better check yourself little girl, I'm still the one you need to worry about." Letting go of her arm and walking away.
                          
 She scoffs, and speeds up to walk beside him, ignoring his threat.
                          
 They walk through the building, people moving away as they do, till they reach the elevator. Rumalow presses the button and they don't even wait a minute before the door to the dingy elevator opened and they stepped inside. The man leaned against the side and press the button for the floor seven levels above her former cell, his so called Asset standing to the other side but away from the molding wall.
                          
 "Keep yourself in check, another slip up and you don't know what you're getting into. I am still in charge, something goes wrong and you tell me. If we get uncovered because of you, you'll die. If you get caught, you die. Asset, you will check in with me once a week at the small cafe next to the apartment, if you fail to do so, dying will be the worst of your problems. You don't make calls, if your told to go after Hydra or anything that I don't already know you will tell me immediately and wait for orders. You are an Asset, you don't get attached and you don't feel things, you listen to orders." He speaks violently, moving closer to her step by step before grabbing her face roughly and pulling it up so her eyes meet his. "Do you understand?" He said harshly, scowling when he is met with the look in her eyes. He pulls his hands of her face and slaps her face with a large amount of force, leaving red marks immediately.
                          
 The elevator door opens and he turns and walks out, her following before setting her pace besides her. He misses her voice whisper, "It's Luna, idiot."