out of one prison & into another

[reconstitution]

Who: Bucky & You
Broadcast: ?????
Action: From the Marsiva
When: 7/28

[Consciousness came slowly, like climbing out of a fog. Before he opened his eyes, he knew something was amiss; the familiar noises that accompanied him waking up were absent. There should be some sort of noise, be it the hiss of the cryostasis chamber, or the bumbling gait of the scientists that aided in mission preparations.

Nothing.

Blearily opening his eyes, he was startled if not perplexed. This wasn't right. His mission, he--
Head whipping around, his vision darted rapidly for the windows and all points of entry. No sign of anyone else around. Captain America- that had been his mission, but this was...impossible.

Getting off the cot, the joints of his bionic arm creaked as he pushed himself to stand. The large window caught his eye, the view of the stars impressive. They invoke some sort of feeling in him, though he's not sure exactly what.

The lack of any sort of life around is concerning, though not unwanted. Being alone is something of a treat, and the gentle hum of the station itself helped quell the noise in his brain for now. It also helps that he's got a basic comprehension of where he is, though it doesn't particularly calm him.

Despite the freedom to move about, he can't shake the feeling of being snared, like there is something he is missing just out of reach. While there is no one in the immediate area, they could be close, and he opens his mouth to speak.]

..Hello?

[The single word is slightly hoarse, scratching at his throat from disuse, but perhaps not unheard.]

Comments

[tothefly]

[She knows how to press the right buttons to get the answers she needs. She doesn't think twice, just does it. He'd helped teach her how, after all. The response, when she sends it, is quick. Terse.]

State current mission objective.

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Authorization?

[He doesn't know who is on the other end of the communicator, and he's not about to walk to slaughter over the first texts to attempt to uproot him. Although this person knew precisely how to address him was.. concerning. If he said the wrong thing to a superior, there would be hell to pay.

The risk was worth the caution.]

[tothefly]

Authorization krasniyy svad'ba. Father sends his regards.

[A risk, this whole thing. 'Red wedding,' code for any high-level mission involving a joint op with outside forces. The pass phrase...a normal operation would change their phrases regularly, but a normal operation didn't rely on an operative with a heavily conditioned memory, who could have his mind wiped at any given moment. A risk worth taking. She needs to know when he's from. She can't ask.]

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Authorization declined.

[He frowns at the communicator in his hand, willing the twinge at the back of his skull to go away. It was bothersome. That code was one he was positive that he hadn't heard for quite some time. Nothing comes to mind, not for his lack of trying.

There's just nothing there..]

[tothefly]

[She frowns at the communicator in her hand, unaware of the parallel expressions. If it's wrong...but no, she can't change tactics now. Not now.]

Nyet. Active authorization, Project Third Eye. Check again.

[And if she's wrong again in mentioning Insight...well, that will tell her all she needs to know, really. The rest will be just watching. Waiting.]

[She just wants to know if she should feel guilty for planning to hunt him down. If he's still the Soldier, she's doing a service to the Fleet. If he's James Barnes again...she owes it to Steve to keep him alive.]

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[Whoever it is that he's talking to knows of the mission, so he should be able to trust them...He concedes with a small curse in the silence.]

Current mission ensuring success of Project Third Eye. Elimination of oppositions. Key target Captain America. Strike team to assist.

[tothefly]

[Her heart is a small stone in her chest. Before Insight was launched. Before the bridge, she thinks. Maybe just after. Still, too early. Too, too early. She has to find a way to manage this, and her first thought is of the other man with that face before she pushes it away.]

Mission parameters have changed. New sitrep necessary. Standby for further orders.

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Acknowledged.

[He figured as much, since it wasn't likely there was anything up here that could be done about it.. But did that mean Captain America was here? If he was, that would make this easier.

There wasn't anything that could be done until he'd been given the order, anyway. He was used to lying in wait for the pieces to align.]

[tothefly]

[That response is something. He was still the Soldier, and the Soldier she knew wouldn't move without orders. That wouldn't keep him from learning on his own--people here were so very happy to volunteer information--but it was something.

He could find the man who looked like Steve but wasn't. That could take care of two problems in one go. Or it could work against her entirely. He could come for her, and her with that broken arm. She'd have to take steps. Deal with the ship's security, just in case. And in the meantime, try to stop the tremors in her hands.]

We'll be in contact. Out.