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Who are you?

* Back to present* (NOT a flashback)

"Kutthar battcha" I mutter under my breath.

I take a moment to internally build up the courage to step out of my hiding spot. I ensure that I am noiseless as I step out, I tip-toe till I'm only 2 meters away from the back of his head. The alluring salty stench of his sweat hits my nose. I see the muscles in his back twitch underneath his tight black shirt as he adjusts his stance. His full attention is on the man with the sack on his head, "If I have to fucking ask again there'll be a bullet in your head!" He commands of the incapacitated man.

I have to admit, his voice is strangely magnetic.

"Drop the gun asshole" I demand of the unknown man. I cock my gun indicating that I will shoot him if I need to. His body reacts instantaneously to my voice and whirls around so that I am now the target of his gun. His gaze lands on me and slowly drags up and down my body, trying to figure me out and size me up. I feel my cheeks warm up as he looks at me, and I suddenly become very aware of every inch of my dress hugging my body. The way that his arms are outstretched and tense from holding the gun shows off every toned muscle in his forearms. I shift my gaze to meet his and linger momentarily on his hazel eyes before snapping out of my daze and going on the offensive.

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask.

"Well, who are you?" He retorts.

"I asked you first dumbass"

"Well, you're not in a position to be asking questions when you're the one with a captured knocked-out fugitive" He informs me.

"Just answer the damn question" I tell him

"Fine" He responds "I'm an American intelligence agent"

"Yeah, no shit sherlock I got that from the accent" I scoff

" What about you?" He asks "You have an American accent too, northern though"

"I'm definitely not American"  I state. 

I see his eyebrows furrow in confusion and take the opportunity to attack. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the visible shock on his face as I grab his forearm and knock the gun out of his hands in 1 swift move. I take a swing at his face, but he easily dodges and I feel the sting of his fist jabbing at my stomach. I use my foot to land a blow as forcefully as I can on his knee causing him to lose balance and tumble to the concrete floor. But, before I can even smirk at him being on the ground he manages to grab my ankle and I can feel myself falling just in time to put out my hands to break the fall. Consequently, I have to let go of my gun which scatters across the room. I feel the harsh sting indicating that I've made contact with the ground. The painful impact courses through my hands and arms. "Fuck" I grit out. The firm grip on my ankle releases before I can get my bearings and I see him dart up to where my gun was thrown. I frantically push myself off the floor, but before I can stop him I hear a single gunshot ring out along with the sickening splattering of blood, skull and brain.

A/N: Also, this is totally irrelevant, but wtf it's snowing outside this morning. It was literally 30 degrees at the beginning of the week. Fuck this Canadian weather, idk if it's spring or winter anymore.