Come With Me

Chapter Six: Who's Your Daddy?

- Present Day - 

 . . . . . .  WITH MACE . . . . . . 

"You lost 3 million dollars of the agency's money!" 

"Hey hey hey, this isn't an inquisition... We're just making sure we have the facts..." Larry calmly steps in as he sits across from mace, her wig a mess, dirt across her face after pursuing the waitress you'd warned her about. 

"We lost the package right..." she says with a shred of emotion to her voice. "What's Nick and Y/N said, they've been off coms?" She says trying to regain her composure. Theres silence as the others from the agency stand round looking glum. Mace takes a deep breath and leans forward across the plastic table. 

"Just tell me..." she says, her businesslike tone coming out. Larry continues to stare at her for a moment. 

"Nick didn't make it..." he says in a gruff whisper "He was shot going after the mark, I ID'd his body myself ... " he watches as Mace's composure disappears gradually. 

"And Y/N...?" 

"Missing... we presume she's also . . . " 

"I need some water....I can get it!!" Mace stands, storming out the room unable to deal with the emotions running though her as she storms into the bathroom. Flashbacks of you and Nick on the mission, you and him pretending to be a couple, the three of you laughing in the hotel room. She rests her head against the mirror before deciding to go back in to the meeting room. 

"So, it's still out there?" She says matter of fact sitting back in her seat. "I can find it." 

"You're no shape" 

"You're the one who lost it!!" sick of the two men condescending her she spat a fuck you at Grady.

"Dial it down..." 

"This is my..." 

"I said dial it down..." Larry put his hand out to stress his point and everyone goes quiet. "Give us the room..." Reluctantly Grady leaves with a scoff. "And turn of that thing. . . " Mace tries talking but Larry isn't listening until the red light flicks off... then he looks at her. "Officially I can't put you on this case.." he says lowly "I said there wasn't an inquisition but there is an investigation." He says pausing only briefly "but if you were to go out on your own . . . decided you needed to avenge the death of your teammate. . .  to search for your protege . . . " he nods "I could understand that" he says suggestively. 

"I would need some help . . . " 

**When Mace refers to 'him' in the film she says 'them' if you are 'watching along' **

 . . . .  END OF MACE POV BACK TO NORMAL POV . . . . . .

"We had a team of men there to guarantee delivery. . . " 

"Are you telling me that you've lost the package Elijah?" You sit on his large leather office chair, sipping an ice cold drink... he looks at you as you smirk looking disapproving in a comedic yet patronising way as your gun rests on your lap, your legs dangling over the other side of the chair. 

"I have shorted the markets form Nikkoi to Wall Street . . . " He begins to explain. 

"Elijah... sweetie..." you sigh as you stand putting your glass down and twirling your gun in your hand. "You lost, to women, again..." 

"I'll have it back . . . "

"No I will . . ." you put your gun in your trousers under your shirt. "Nick and I will take it from here, your services are no longer required."