𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄, 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

With a single nod, the doctor excuses himself, he walks past his boss and leaves the whole facility, knowing if he stays any longer his protection will be stripped away, and he won't see his family again. The boss whispers a few words to his most loyal guards before pushing through the two large steel doors, wanting to take a look at his best assassin. As he walks towards the middle of the room, his eyes scan all over the place, making sure everyone in the room is doing their jobs, and no one is slacking. When he gets to the middle, standing in front of the girl, he looks down at her, watching her sit there, still chained up, not moving a single muscle, her eyes looking off into the distance, avoiding eye contact. His eyes scan over her body, he watches her skin slowly begin to dye down from a bright scorching red, to her natural pale skin tone.

Not saying a single word to her, he walks away and walks towards the scientists who work for him, all of which are finishing their calculations, making sure everything goes it plan, knowing if a single thing is out of place then their plan can possibly be the death of them all, which he doesn't want nor need. His workers spend the next half hour doing as they're told to do, knowing if they don't they'll quickly be replaced. He walks out of the room, allowing his men to work without being frightened for their life; while he's out of the room he walks away, grabbing one specific thing that needs to be grabbed for his assassin. When he gets the green card, telling him everything is ready to go, he walks back into the large room, and immediately walks towards his best work.

He chooses to stand tall, hovering above the girl, showing his dominance to her. "такие глупые ошибки бывают только у глупых маленьких девочек." He aggressively says, while pointing down to the freshly healed wound on her chest. His eyes trace her whole face, when he notices that the young girls' eyes are anywhere but on him, he harshly grabs her jaw and forces her to look up at him, giving her a look filled with no emotions. "You look at me when I'm speaking to you. Do you understand me?" He raises his voice at her.
[Translation: Only stupid little girls make such stupid mistakes.]

"да сэр." She calmly states, this time maintaining eye contact with the older man.
[Translation: Yes sir.]

He lets out a long sigh, before he crouches down to his knees; now being face to face with the teenage girl. "мой маленький убийца," He starts, this time using a calming voice. "I have some big things planned for you. So, I'll release you from these chains, but just know if you should do something you're forbidden from doing... you know how it'll end." He calmly and slowly says, knowing the young girl is taking in every single word he says.
[Translation: My little killer.]

Once he receives a small nod from the girl, he reaches forward so he can unchain her. He starts by undoing the leather that's bounding her neck, allowing her to breathe properly. He then moves to her stomach, giving her upper half room to move if she wants to. He roughly yet softly reaches down and unchains her ankles from the chair, knowing she won't try anything — not yet at least. With a sliver of hesitation, he carefully unchains her wrists, that being the last body part that's held down, he drops the chains to the ground, a clink echoing through the concrete room.

The blonde girl sits still in the same spot she's been in for the past few hours, knowing she can move now that she's untied, her eyes scan across the room, counting the amount of men who are in the room with some form of weaponry. In a split second, she smoothly pushes herself out of the chair, and slams her foot down into his groin, causing him to hunch over, giving her a chance to swing her foot high in the air, now kicking him in his chest. Seeing the young girls' actions, every armed man in the room and outside of the room immediately raises their guns, aiming directly at the girl, ready to pull down on the trigger at their boss's words.