"What the fuck just happened Skyler?" Mitch demands, following me around like a lost puppy.
"Just got off the phone with my dead father." I state, packing my bags as my lips purse into a straight line.
"I'm serious, was that really him?" He questions, beginning to calm down.
"Do you mean my dead father, or are you asking if he's your 'Mission'" The question escapes my lips as I force a hoodie into the duffel bag.
"Both" Is all Mitch replies with.
"Well, answer me this, are you are going to help me kill him and get Stan? Or are you just going to go back to Irene" looking up, I watch him open and shut his mouth not knowing what to say, like a fish out of water. Instead of standing around, I grab the laptop and place it in my bag before leaving the room.
"Where are you going?" He calls after me, raising his arms from his sides.
"I'm going to save Stan and kill my father." I grab my car keys from the bowl and open the door, but being it won't open as it's suddenly being stopped by Mitch.
"That's dangerous Skyler, you'll get yourself killed" he is always disagreeing, like gosh if I wanted to kill myself, I would find a more... stylish way to go.
Spinning around harshly, I drop my bag, creating a loud bang. "Well what do you want me to do Rapp! Huh!? You want me to wait for someone else to fix the mess, that will be too late, he'll be dead by then!" I snap, speaking in dangerous tone.
"I can't let you go" Rapp continues to persist on not letting me go.
"What are you going to do? Tie me a chair?" I laugh sarcastically, with no sort of positive emotion toward the man in front of me.
"I will if I must! Skyler this is a suicide mission... you're just like him. Just like your father" He snaps, we both stand opposite each other, breathing heavily and glaring at one another, but one of us caved in and made the mistake.
"Wait- I didn't mean it like that- I just meant-" Mitch stumbles over his words, the only thing he made sure was evident in his voice; guilt.
"You're right, I'm different from others, but I'm nothing like my father... I'm worse." Picking my up my bag, I look around at the mess from the attack we just had.
Heavily sighing, I open the hotel door only to be met with the one and only Irene Kennedy.
"Can this get any worse?" I whisper, rolling my eyes furiously.
"Actually, yes. Yes, it can." She answers, smirking deviously.
"That was rhetorical." I state, quickly pulling out my gun from the holster in my waistband, I aim the weapon straight at her, my eyes hardening.
"Put the gun down Skyler" she warns, the smirk that had been plastered all over her face now dissipating.
"Why should I?" I tease as my eyes glisten with fury, the corner of my mouth turning up into a smirk of my own.
"You have two snipers aiming at you right this moment, so if you shoot me. They shoot you." She reluctantly warns as I look down to in fact see that she is indeed, not joking, and the little red dots prove that well.
Placing the gun back in its' place,I step to the side, allowing her in, but the bitch invites her friends (the two agents at her side) in as well, just as I close the door, I grab a safety pin from the side bowl, securing the bottom of my top.
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Hành độngThey 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...
