After an hour of waiting in silence, I decided to speak up. "You know, I was expecting to have at least two of these dumb men alive, how is it that two men killed fifteen?" I question in disappointment.
"It was dark" Zane speaks up, defending them.
"But did I not hand them all night vision glasses?" I say looking up at Rapp, noticing his small movements, most possibly trying to make us think he's still out.
Sucks to be him, because this bitch notices everything, even when you breath, twitch, smell- okay yeah now I'm just taking the piss if you haven't already noticed.
"Go check on H, I'll shout if I need anything." I sigh, more of a demand as I turn to Zane and the service man then back to Mitch.
Waiting a few second to make sure Zane left the room, I speak up.
"Howdy there, you know you can look up, I'm not going to turn you into stone." I laugh out.
He looks up before looking around the room.
"Where's Stan?" He asks searching for the older man.
"Don't worry he'll be joining us when he's awake." I answer smirking.
"What do you want?" He questions getting straight to the point.
Business, I like it.
"I'll be asking the questions here, last time I checked, you are in no place to ask jack shit." I cackle at his pathetic attempts to switch the roles.
I look down on him.
"Allow me to explain who I am." I will begin to introduce myself.
"You've killed people, blown up buildings, which probably had people, innocent people in, which makes you no good guy." He spits out all the lies they most probably told him.
Typical.
"Ouch, is that what she told you about me? Lemme guess, Irene told you I'll kill you if you got in my way, right? So predictable." I laugh cold-heartedly knowing she told him all these lies.
"She was lying to you, I told her to back off because this is something bigger than what you all think it is."
Mitch stays silent, allowing me to continue.
"Look, I need your assistance, but you can't let Stan or Irene know." I plead.
"So, you want my help?" He questions, confirming what he was agreeing to.
"When you put it in words like that, no, I don't need help, I need assistance. There's a difference. Help makes it seem like I don't know what I'm doing, you'll be helping with most, but assistance shows I know what I'm doing and your just... there." I try to defy the difference, although I'm wrong, I'm not proving he's right.
"No, there really isn't, and why would you, Skyler Valente, need my assistance, there are other agents so why me." He questions confused.
"Well at least you know my name, right? I need your assistance because you're different from the others, plus I can get you out of the CIA, you can start a new life, you're not that far gone Rapp." I point out sincerely.
"SKYLER VALENTE, HOW ARE YOU? YOU BETTER NOT BE HURTING LITTLE MITCH!" We both hear Stan yell from whatever room Zane put him in, his voice laced with humor.
"Don't worry, I didn't forget about you" I say chuckling a bit.
He always had a sense of humor
Dragging his chair next to Mitch I stopped to let Zane stand a few feet behind both men's chair
"I see you stopped using zip-ties and handcuffs for tying people." Stan comments, looking at his hands.
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AçãoThey 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...
