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Location: Somewhere in Belarus
Many of the towns and cities of this nation have been coated under a thick enough layer of pure-white snow. And yet, even still, many of its people and vehicles still tread on through, proving humanity's continuing persistence against the odds of nature. In one such case, a black MPV car carries on ahead through a particular town, driving over already freshly blackened tyre tracks against the snow.
Driving the car is a slightly older woman with waist-length gingery-orange-red hair and stern azure-blue eyes and wearing a simple black catsuit, fully zipped up all the way, with gold gauntet-like bracelets and a belt comprising of connected golden discs and a red widow symbol in the middle. Natalia "Natasha" Romanova, the Black Widow. The slightly younger woman sitting next to her, with shoulder-length yellow-blonde hair and eyes of a deeper shade of blue, is wearing an identical suit also fully zipped up as well but in white, the complete opposite. Otherwise, she too has a pair of gauntlets and belt of the same colour scheme and same design. Yelena Belova, the White Widow.
"You wanna remind me why exactly we're out here again, Nat?" Yelena asks as she sits up from her slouching in the passenger
Hearing such a question, from one of her closest comrades of all people, Natasha huffs a quick breath to the side. "We're out here, 'lena, because some message was sent to me, and only me, telling me to come out here and bring you along as well", she explains as simply as she could.
"Did the message even say who it was from?" Yelena questions.
"I'm not sure it even said", Natasha tries to recall the whole message, having read it over in her memory. "All it said at the end was, 'Sestra'".
"And do you know anyone who calls you that...?" Yelena continues asking. "...aside from me, of course".
"Well, there is one other person I know..." Natasha soon recalls that 'one other person', even with a hint of doubt still plaguing her mind. "But we can't be too sure until we actually see for ourselves".
Yelena then leans forth and narrows her eyes, clearing seeing something or someone far up ahead beside the road. "Is that who I think that is?"
"Part of me thinks so too, but even still-" Natasha barely manages to speak again and answer, only to cut off again by Yelena pointing forth.
"No I mean, is that who I think that is?" Yelena repeats with stronger emphasis.
Up ahead and through the car window, Natasha and Yelena can see a slim figure all-too familiar to them, standing out from from all the white snow and grey skies. Somewhat younger than both the Black and White Widows, this cyan-eyed girl is donned in a mostly white suit with a very thick round collar as well as her left arm completely sleeved and her right arm completely sleeveless. Strapped to and hanging off the sides of her red and black belt are two long cup-hilted rapiers. In addition, she has been donned with a belt, boots, gauntlets, and a few other trims and details in a bold bright red to match the uniquely natural colour of her short yet free-flowing natural hair. Ava Orlova, the Red Widow.
Eventually, Natasha slows down the car until it reaches a complete halt, stopping right next to the redhead. The two Widows open the car doors and exit out before Natasha heads around and over to the third Widow.
"Ava?" The smiling Natasha recognises the figure as she offers a light hug and pat of shoulders. "I'm so glad to see you again".
"Same to see both of you again, sestra", Ava speaks with just as much relief.
"So you sent her a message but not me?" Yelena points out while crossing her arms and leaning back against the car.
"I only knew Natasha's contact", Ava says straight to the point before carrying on. "Listen, the reason I contacted you from out here is because something had happened. Three of our fellow Widows were on a mission to retrieve some very important package from a train convoy, but they're now currently missing. I can't even get a response from any of them".
"Which ones are they exactly?" Natasha asks, knowing about all of the other agents in the Red Room and the Black Widow program and how most of them even decided to take on a different colour of their own to stand out yet still be familiar.
"Cyan, Green, and Indigo", Ava reveals.
"Were you able to reach out to any of the others for help?" Yelena brings up.
"I did try that as well, but they're either too busy or too far to be here sooner", Ava answers. "You two were close enough to make a quick travel".
"Didn't exactly feel like one", Yelena rolls her eyes and utters under her breath. "Besides, if you knew about this secret mission of theirs, you'd think that one of them would at least let you know where they'd roughly be or where they'd go to".
"It's likely that the train they were on would be in the Trans-Siberian Railway. That's often among the most used for freight as often as for civilian passengers", Natasha ponders. "You think that could be the case".
"Might as well", Ava shruggs.
"Then let's head on", Natasha nods before she, Yelena, and Ava all get into the car and drive on.