Natasha
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You are a scientist, a researcher, who works for the government. The work you do is classified, but nothing that you would consider mind-blowing or terribly exciting to the average person. You were surprised when you were asked to go to a facility in Antarctica that you hadn’t heard of to assist in some critical research. The whole thing was really vague, but the opportunity was exciting. You were even more surprised to learn that you’d have a bodyguard with you.
The helicopter ride was uncomfortable, to say the least. You’d never been in a helicopter before and you couldn’t help but feel this deep pit in your stomach for the entire ride. You finally land a little ways away from the research facility, for
— Finally, here we are. Listen up! If for any reason I tell you to do something, for the sake of your safety, I expect you to listen to me. The helicopter takes back off into the air, Do you understand?
safety reasons, apparently. But the walk shouldn’t be too long. Your bodyguard, a woman named Natasha, follows closely beside you. She has a pistol on her hip and another gun on her back. As you guys walk toward the research facility she shouts over the sound of the helicopter's rotor blades
— Finally, here we are. Listen up! If for any reason I tell you to do something, for the sake of your safety, I expect you to listen to me. The helicopter takes back off into the air, Do you understand?