Going...home? (TW/AA)

New Mission (1)

Mitch was in his flat, loading and unloading his gun, something he did when he wanted to take his mind off of things. His phone was laying on the table in front of him, his eyes kept glancing at it every once in a while, waiting for the inevitable call to come through. He hadn't had a mission in two weeks, and it was starting to show. He was increasingly irritable, he had dark circles under his eyes and his stubble was beginning to show. Mitch was the perfect soldier, always completed the mission and usually followed orders. Not having a mission was like cutting off someone's life support, if he didn't keep his mind occupied he would remember. And Mitch hated remembering.

Flashback

Mitch was at the bar getting drinks. Katrina had just said yes to his proposal and he'd gone to get them celebratory drinks. As he started making his way back, the sound of gunshots carried through the air. Mitch's head jerked towards the beach as terrorists came started to open fire at the people in the hotel. The bartenders body shook as bullets ripped through it, barely missing Mitch. He stumbled into the pool as he saw bullets being shot into the pool. A body fell in and started to stain the water a ruby red colour. He struggled out of the pool and his eyes searched frantically for the woman he wanted to make his wife.

Utter chaos had broken out as people fell down like dominoes and the screams of the dying seemed to shake the ground. More broken cries of "Katrina!" left his mouth. As he started to make his way towards the beach, a searing pain erupted in his leg. He collapsed onto a sun-bed and looked down to see a growing patch of blood coming from his upper thigh.

Nevertheless, he got back up, the desperation to see her mixed with the adrenaline coursing through his veins kept him going. Disorientated and in pain, he stumbled onto the white sand of the beach. The blood from the bodies stained it red and as he looked around, he saw sprays of blood coming out of wounds and gashes of the other tourists.

A fresh bout of bullets started to pierce the air and every time the sound of a firing gun was heard, Mitch flinched and ducked, the instinct to survive driving his actions. As more people went down, he saw a glimpse of Katrina's white bikini near the shoreline. A sudden hope surged through his veins as he started to limp towards her.

"MITCH!" Her yells could hardly be heard over the screams and gunshots. But it was enough. He was only 30 metres away when he saw him. He didn't even have time to scream out a warning before another gunshot was heard. It seemed to be so much louder than the rest, echoing around the beach. Mitch's eyes widened as he watch the woman he loved, the woman he was going to marry, the woman who was going to have his children, fall to her knees. A look of shock plastered across her face.

The desperation increased ten-fold, he was nearly there. Another gun was fired and he felt the bullet pass through his left shoulder. He was so numb that he didn't even feel it. A grunt escaped his lips as he collapsed onto the floor. Mitch bagan to crawl towards her, dragging his legs behind him as he saw another man holding an AK-47 pass him. The man stood over Katrina and his eyes connected to Mitch's for a split second before he pulled the trigger once more. Katrina's body just jumped slightly as all life left her eyes. A helplessness filled Mitch's heart as he came within touching distance of her, broken sobs escaping his mouth. A sudden fatigue over came him and black spots danced around his vision before he became dead to the world.

Flashback over

Mitch shook his head as he tried to get the haunting images out of his mind. A part of him died that day. That part was called Stiles. In his place Mitch was born.

The shrill ringing of his cellphone helped him escape the demons plaguing his mind and a serious look crossed his face when he saw the caller ID, Irene Kennedy.

"Mitch, you need to come in." Her voice came through the speakers in the phone, loud and clear.

"Ok, to HQ?"

"Yes."

Mitch hung up the phone, one of the reasons he liked Irene was that she was always swift and to the point. He picked up his coat by the door and took his car keys with him. He got in his black Ford Mustang and started the engine. The drive to HQ was short and took him 10 minutes.

He pulled into the garage under the CIA headquarters in New York. Mitch parked his car and made his way to the elevator that would take him up to Irene's office. When he got there he noticed that his mentor Stan Hurley was sat in the chair in front of her desk, rubbing his temples.

"Ah Mitch, you're here. Good. Right then, on to our first line of business." Said Irene. She looked towards Stan and sent him a small nod, signalling him to speak.

"We have a group of supernatural terrorists who want to turn a whole town and start to raise an army. Their leader is called The Demon and is suspected to be a werewolf. It will be your job to eliminate the threat."

You see, after Mitch killed Ghost, he went back to HQ but was followed by a werewolf who wanted to avenge Ghost's death. The wolf wasn't a problem but Stan and Irene had been thrust into the supernatural world after they saw it. After this, Mitch became the first assassin in the CIA that specialised in eliminating supernatural creatures that were a threat. He always carried bullets laced with wolfsbane and vervain and had a small jar of mountain ash just in case.

"Where is the mission?" Mitch asked.

"In a beacon for the supernatural..."

"Beacon Hills." Mitch finished Irene's sentence for her as his face paled slightly. He would have to go back to where it all began, back to the people who thought he was dead, back to the people who betrayed him.

A/N
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