//𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 (Lee Christmas x Reader)

eleven.

Belle Booker was a force to be reckoned with, and anybody that knew her would attest to it. She was a helluva shot, could drive a tank, and despite her small size could take down pretty much any opponent. She was born and bred for this line of work, and had served with the Army Rangers for a stint. She was a badass, and she knew it, and there she was, reduced to a sounding board while the Expendables tried to lay out a plan of attack to retrieve their teammate. She, like her father, had a made a rule of working alone for that very reason. Caring about people did nothing but get everyone killed.

"So you're telling me you went there, and you walked away," she said, interrupting a particularly intense stare down between Barney and Lee. They stopped and looked to her, almost having forgotten she was there.

"If we didn't, they'd of hanged her," Lee said, and she could see the smoke coming out of his ears. She liked him because of his accent and how much he liked to hear himself, always blabbering. He didn't even seem to realize that he never shut up.

"Maybe," she said with a shrug, looking over the pictures of other hostages that had been laid out for her to study. She didn't flinch at the images or make any move to insinuate the gore bothered her. "Clearly the element of surprise didn't work because they weren't surprised."

"And why'd they blow up their own damn base anyway?" Caesar asked, shaking his head. "Don't make an ounce of sense."

"Well, either they didn't blow it up themselves, or they aren't gonna be needing it for much longer," she offered, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed over her stomach. Her black hair hung over her face, eyes wide and tilted up slightly at the ends.

"You suggesting we got a mole?" Barney asked, and she would have said he was downright offended with the way he looked at her.

"You got a mole, probably," she said, waving her hand. "Or they didn't blow the place up themselves and there's something bigger going on. Anybody want you dead?"

"Anybody want us dead," Barney repeated, and then he laughed and shook his head. "You dumb, kid, or did you think we-"

Before he could finished, Belle has slid a small blade from her boot and was up in front of him, holding it to his throat. Nobody could react fast enough, not even Lee, and she smirked as she leaned in towards Barney, unshaven and sweaty.

"You want my help?" She asked.

Barney rolled his eyes and the motion was followed by his head. "How many damn kids am I gonna have to answer to?"

"Just one, for now," she said, dropping herself back down as though nothing had happened. The blade was swiftly tucked away, like a magician hiding a playing card.

"A lot of people want us dead," Lee spat, pressing a finger into the table in front of us. "Even then, they'd have to know what we were planning to plant something right where we would be. The way I see it, we got a mole anyhow."

"So which one of you is it, then?" She asked, looking around the room. "Probably not Daddy, because he's real grumpy about this mess. And it isn't Doctor Who either, because I'm pretty sure he's in love with whoever they got locked up. So that leaves Popeye," she nodded towards Caesar, "Frodo," she nodded towards Toll, "and Lurch," she nodded towards Gunner.

"It ain't us," Gunner grunted, still bitter about nearly being taken down by the little woman. "How do we know it ain't you?"

She smiled at him, a big sarcastic grin. "I've been on assignment for about two months. Ask Mauser when he gets here."

"It's not one of us," Barney said, shaking the thought away. "It's something else."

"Well, if you're sure," she said, dismissing the thought. "Doesn't matter much right now. Tell me about this person we're going through so much effort to get back."