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New York City, Queens '82

Agent Donovan was driving Enyo from the airport to another FBI field office in Lower Manhattan. The drive was going to be quick, traffic was light at 3 in the morning. Enyo was in deep thought, gently resting her chin in hand as she looked out the window. Donovan was feeling a little awkward in the silence. He had to brake it.
"So, what you plan on doing first?" she didn't respond. "You know you still have your freedom?"
"Stop the car."
"What? I can't..." Enyo open the car door. Donovan slammed the Ford Crown Victoria brakes on hard. The car screeched to a halt, as Enyo stepped out onto the sidewalk. "Enyo! Stop!" he shouted as he too hopped out of the car.

Enyo was pushing her hands through her hair in frustration, pacing around. Donovan hurried over to her.
"Enyo! Get back in the..."
"How is this freedom?" Enyo cried back, tears had started to run down her cheeks. This stopped Donovan in his tracks. "You ask me what I'm going to do first? I'll tell you what's going to happen. Your going to do nothing but test on me. The first chance your government gets."
"That's not..."
"They will. Your both the same."
"Who?" He asked in a calm voice.
"The Russians. That's who, you dump fucks." Enyo dropped to her knees, sobbing. Donovan slowly approached her and knelt down in front of her. "What happen?" he asked.
"After the Great War. I took part in the revolution. When the Bolsheviks learnt of me, "The woman that could not die." they..."
"It's okay. It's going to be okay..."
"There tortured me. They did, unspeakable things." Enyo clean English had started to break down to her more native tongue. She started to cry even more. Donovan couldn't understand what she was saying now, but he pulled her towards him, giving her a comforting hug.

A half hour past as they sat on the curb just in front of the car, a police cruiser pulled up, its red & blue lights flashing. An officer stepped out, his hand on top of his holstered gun. "Everything okay here?" The officer asked. Donovan stood up. "I'm FBI Agent Donovan." he showed him his badge. Enyo stood too, her eyes still puffy from all the crying. "I was just taking my colleague back to our Manhattan office when she came over a bit queasy. She just needed some time to clear her head." The officer looked toward Enyo. "Hmm, she does look a little green." The officer said, adding. "Would you like an escort sir?"
"No, that won't be necessary." Enyo called out. "Thank you anyway."
"Very well then." The officer acknowledged and got back into his cruiser. The roof lights turned off and he pulled away. Donovan turned to Enyo. "So, you ready for this?" Enyo nodded. "I promise you, we'll help you, what ever we can do." He smiled. "But you have got to believe me, working for us, and the CIA, for next 20 years, this is the best option for you." Enyo nodded again. "Come on then. Let's not take any longer." They climb back into the Crown Vic and headed off into the city.

The End
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I hope you enjoyed this little story.

Description
New York City, Queens '82

Agent Donovan was driving Enyo from the airport to another FBI field office in Lower Manhattan. The drive was going to be quick, traffic was light at 3 in the morning. Enyo was in deep thought, gently resting her chin in hand as she looked out the window. Donovan was feeling a little awkward in the silence. He had to brake it.
"So, what you plan on doing first?" she didn't respond. "You know you still have your freedom?"
"Stop the car."
"What? I can't..." Enyo open the car door. Donovan slammed the Ford Crown Victoria brakes on hard. The car screeched to a halt, as Enyo stepped out onto the sidewalk. "Enyo! Stop!" he shouted as he too hopped out of the car.

Enyo was pushing her hands through her hair in frustration, pacing around. Donovan hurried over to her.
"Enyo! Get back in the..."
"How is this freedom?" Enyo cried back, tears had started to run down her cheeks. This stopped Donovan in his tracks. "You ask me what I'm going to do first? I'll tell you what's going to happen. Your going to do nothing but test on me. The first chance your government gets."
"That's not..."
"They will. Your both the same."
"Who?" He asked in a calm voice.
"The Russians. That's who, you dump fucks." Enyo dropped to her knees, sobbing. Donovan slowly approached her and knelt down in front of her. "What happen?" he asked.
"After the Great War. I took part in the revolution. When the Bolsheviks learnt of me, "The woman that could not die." they..."
"It's okay. It's going to be okay..."
"There tortured me. They did, unspeakable things." Enyo clean English had started to break down to her more native tongue. She started to cry even more. Donovan couldn't understand what she was saying now, but he pulled her towards him, giving her a comforting hug.

A half hour past as they sat on the curb just in front of the car, a police cruiser pulled up, its red & blue lights flashing. An officer stepped out, his hand on top of his holstered gun. "Everything okay here?" The officer asked. Donovan stood up. "I'm FBI Agent Donovan." he showed him his badge. Enyo stood too, her eyes still puffy from all the crying. "I was just taking my colleague back to our Manhattan office when she came over a bit queasy. She just needed some time to clear her head." The officer looked toward Enyo. "Hmm, she does look a little green." The officer said, adding. "Would you like an escort sir?"
"No, that won't be necessary." Enyo called out. "Thank you anyway."
"Very well then." The officer acknowledged and got back into his cruiser. The roof lights turned off and he pulled away. Donovan turned to Enyo. "So, you ready for this?" Enyo nodded. "I promise you, we'll help you, what ever we can do." He smiled. "But you have got to believe me, working for us, and the CIA, for next 20 years, this is the best option for you." Enyo nodded again. "Come on then. Let's not take any longer." They climb back into the Crown Vic and headed off into the city.

The End
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I hope you enjoyed this little story.