Mitch Rapp POV
"Today would be nice Mitch." A fed up voice snaps at me.
I turned to see Stan in the black car, impatiently waiting for me.
"Right, yeah." I reply climbing in, taking the masquerade mask off and throwing it in the back, waiting for Stan to drive.
"Seatbelt." Stan states glancing over at me.
"Really?" I ask in disbelief.
"Do you want to get into a car crash? Go flying out the window, huh?" He speaks a-matter-of-factly.
Once securing my seatbelt, Stan starts the car, heading to the hotel we were staying at.
I clicked the seatbelt with a strained smile.
"There, happy now?"
"Very." He replies smugly, starting the car.
As we turned the corner, I took a quick glance to where her car was.
"Don't want to let me go on dangerous missions, yet I have to wear a seatbelt" I mutter under my breath.
As Stan goes on about road safety, he then starts his rant about our next step, but I couldn't help just thinking about her.
"Are you even listening to me? Mitch?" Stans questions breaking me from my train of thought.
Knowing I didn't hear a thing, Stan huffs annoyed "How'd it go then?" He investigates.
"It uh, it went well." I simply responded, not wanting to mention the beauty I met, who seemed to be clouding my thoughts recently.
"Right. No problems?" He questions skeptically, not fully believing me.
"No, just a few men that's all. Why? Was there supposed to be more?" I say in hope it'll change the conversation.
"No, the number of guards was as it said on the file. Did you get the folder?" He inquires, momentarily looking at me.
"Yeah, here." I say biting my lip as I pass it to him, turning to look out the car window, watching the lights flash past.
"Very good, you actually listened this time." Stan laughed, taking the folder from me.
"When do I not listen?" I sarcastically responded.
"Do you want me to lie?" Stan scoffs.
"Are you sure that he doesn't know we stole it?" I question the anxious thoughts attacking my mentality.
"Yes, I'm sure. We managed to snag a not so good friend of his from the past, to the party. By the time they realize he hasn't got it, we'd be gone." Stan explains almost chuckling at the well thought out plan.
But that means the girl could be a target.
We got to the hotel pretty late, unfortunately I couldn't go to bed knowing I still had to do research and look at the folder myself.
"I'm going out, I'll be back in a bit." Stan said walking out locking the hotel room.
"Alright. Don't go picking up random guys for agents" I call out to him.
"Wow Mitch. Low blow. Bit like the poorly training session you attended last week" Stan speaks, pretending to be offended by placing his hand over his heart, quickly being replaced with a snarky comment.
"You know Stan, you're like a plunger. Always bringing up old shit." I speak, trying to hold back a smile.
"I'm gonna sell you for a cheap carpet!" Stan shouts as he shuts the door.
That's human trafficking Stan.
It's illegal.
I looked out of the window, to see him pull away in the car.
Taking that as my chance to have a shower, I jump up from my seat and walk to the bathroom.
Waiting for the shower to get hot, I head to the desk where the folder is, picking it up.
Searching for the location we'll be going to.
SECRET FOLDER
Next location: Japan, Park Hotel.
Japan.
I was planning to take Katrina to a beautiful place in Japan.
Staying there for just about two weeks.
On 10th having lunch at 12:30 with Antonio at Craft Beer Bars.
"Nice, better start packing then." I mumble to myself walking to the shower.
Only one thought had been stuck in my head.
I won't get to see her again.
Thinking the hot shower would help, which turns out, it did not.
After I got dressed, the hotel door opened to reveal a grumpy Stan Hurley.
"The cheap carpet out of stock?" I joke wanting to go to bed.
"No. We'll be leaving in a couple days for Japan." He said going to bed, instead of staying up all night, I decided to go to bed as well knowing I'll have to be up early.
Slowly drifting to sleep with one person on mind.
SKYLER POV
"Hey." I whisper
"Zane, come on" I said louder
"Dude, get up!" I shouted, now shaking him awake, he sat bolt up, nearly hitting me in the process.
"IM HERE!" he yells.
What?
"Zane, it's okay, we're fine, just wanted to get inside." I said, grabbing my bag from the back seat.
"Right....yeah where are we exactly?" He asks getting out of the black beauty, the Range Rover.
"At a friend's, you've met him before, you just won't recognize him." I blankly responded walking in to the mansion.
"HONEY, I'M HOME!" I yelled walking up the stairs.
"Seriously, Skyler. you don't have to be so loud." Max sighs walking down the stairs in his suit.
"Are we going somewhere?" I ask bringing my bags in.
"Oh no. Not us. Me, I'm going somewhere." He chuckles deeply, placing his phone in his blazer pocket.
"Meany" I say taking my bags to my room,
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ActionThey meet at a ball. Love at first sight? Maybe not, although they must push the feelings they have for each other away.... Mitch Rapp is known as a cold hearted man, only showing his emotions to people he sees as family, but will that all change w...
