Rivas walked through her house with a cup of coffee in her hands as she walked to the fridge, she grabbed herself a small bite to eat for breakfast.
"Son las seis de la mañana... Será mejor que Hudson tenga una buena razón para llamarme para encontrarme con él y con quien sea a las malditas seis de la mañana. (It's six in the morning...Hudson better have a good reason for calling me to meet him and whoever else it is at fucking six in the morning.)" Rivas said to herself as she ate her breakfast, cursing her CIA bosses for waking her this early, she was a Guerrilla fighter and she never woke up this early when she was fighting. "Quiero decir, ¿quién diablos está despierto a las seis de la mañana? (I mean, who the fuck is up at six in the morning?)"
When she was finished eating Rivas headed to her room and gathered a bunch of clothes before laying them out neatly on her bed before stripping down and walking into her on suite bathroom, she began to get washed in the shower with the radio on, the noise preventing her from hearing a window opening and closing, the procedural opening and closing of doors, that was until she heard the sound of her bedroom door opening, she immediately turned the shower and radio off while grabbing a pistol from the medical cabinet in the bathroom mirror, she put on her bathrobes and cautiously opened the door linking her bathroom to her bedroom, she checked her corners and found nothing.
Startled by the random noise of her door opening Rivas began to check through the entire house, checking her corners as she went into each room one by one, finding nothing, she went to the living room and checked it, there was nothing. She failed to notice the figure cross the hallway into her bedroom, it was silent, it's footsteps were so quiet you would be fooled into thinking that it was gliding across the floor like a Wraith.
Rivas eventually headed back to her room and began to get dressed, putting on her underwear first, followed by her shirt. When she had one leg in her trousers as she was putting them on she heard someone drop from the ceiling beams behind her, she turned to see a blond woman wearing a combat catsuit and wielding a combat knife.
Before Rivas could reach for her gun she was stabbed in the gut by the intruder and she was being dragged into the bathroom, her attacker stabbed her three more times before slitting her throat, killing Rivas.
Immediately the killer began to clean up the blood, making sure to erase any evidence of a killing, she wrapped the body in cling film and took it out to the back garden and buried it in a pit of car battery acid. She then began to destroy all evidence of the real Rivas living in the house as she threw the real Rivas' ID's and other indications into the grave before filling it in again.
As she walked into the house she got her false ID, she would now go by the name of her victim, from now on, she was no longer Wraith, she was Rivas. She began to get dressed and headed to the garage with her victims car keys, and set off to the meeting with her 'bosses'.
A few Weeks earlier:
Stitch had somehow survived his encounter with Y/N and his team at the Red Room in Belarus, he had now returned to Perseus, and he was in for anything but a warm welcome. As he walked into the Headquarters he was guided to the bar, where Perseus was drinking a vodka and Wraith was drinking gin.
As Stitch walked into the bar he was welcomed by Perseus offering a drink, far from the welcome he expected.
"Please, drink." Perseus said as they all drank their drinks. Perseus put his hand on Stitch's shoulder and looked at him. "You look roughed up, are you okay comrade?"
"Yes, I'll live." Stitch answered.
"Yeah?" Perseus then punched Stitch so hard in the stomach, that the man fell to the floor and brought the drink back up from his stomach, all over the floor. "Clean that up."
"Why, what?"
"You fucked up!"
"I did what you asked, I kept the Red Room running until the CIA got there." Stitch asked as Perseus shook his head.
"I'm not talking about Belarus."
"What? So I turned in some bum-ass agent and his bitch, they were disobeying orders they had to be taught a lesson!" Stitch said as he took another punch in the gut from Perseus.
Perseus walked over to the bar counter and poured himself a whisky, Bells favourite.
"It's not what you did Stitch, that angers me so. It's who you did it to."
"Who, some cryptographer nerd." Stitch asked as Perseus chuckled to himself at Stitch not knowing Bell's history, or Portnova's.
"That Cryptographer nerd...is Y/N L/N. He once was my right hand man, we used to call him, D'yavol..."
"The Devil?"
"Well, you see, Y/N wasn't exactly the Devil, he was the one you sent to kill the fucking Devil and all of his demons." Perseus said as Stitch stood up.
"Oh..."
"Y/N, is a man of Focus, genius, commitment, sheer fucking willpower. A few of them you know fuck all about." Perseus said as he got up into Stitch's face. "I once saw him kill twelve men in a bar...with a rolled up newspaper...with a. Fucking. Newspaper."
Stitch was beginning to get the grasp of how badly he had messed up. As Perseus walked away he mimed how he saw Y/N killed someone with the newspaper, jamming it through their eye.
"And then one day, he's betrayed, taken by Adler and brainwashed, he met a woman in that time, Helen Park, they fell in love, but they betrayed Y/N, and he remained loyal to me. The bodies that he buried directly of through proxy on that day, lay the foundation of our empire as we know it." Perseus took a huge gulp of vodka and looked at Stitch.
"And then my friend, only a few months after he killed his lover, you kill his friend and ally, and you show our involvement in the program that hurt his oldest and closest friend, Yirina Portnova, one of the Red Rooms best agents."
"Sir, I can make this right!" Stitch insisted as he walked up to Perseus only to be pinned to the counter by Perseus putting him in an arm lock and slamming his head into the bar counter.
"No, you can't, because now, Y/N is dead set on bringing my empire down and killing us all because we dared lay a hand on Portnova. You will do nothing because there is nothing to do. You might as well try and fight the forces of nature. Wraith, get him the fuck out of my sight!" Perseus growled into Stitches ear as Wraith stood up and smashed her glass over Stitches head before slimming his head on the counter and dragging his unconscious body outside, telling the guards to put him in a cell. When she returned Perseus pulled out a file.
"Was that true sir? About Y/N?"
"It was the Watered down version of events. Here is the file of your next mission. Do not fail me as he did, I want this mission done cleanly, we already have Y/N focusing on us, we don't want him getting any closer." Perseus said as Wraith nodded.
Objective: Assume the identity of operator known as Rivas and infiltrate the team rumoured to be put together by Y/N and Portnova, find out what Y/N is doing and relay information to us. (Optional Objective) Cause disruption among the ranks of the team and if possible between Helen Park, Y/N L/N, Yirina Portnova, and the CIA.
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Right or Wrong² [Male Reader x Yirina Portnova]
FanfictionSet a few weeks after destroying the Red Room, Y/N, codename: Bell, is now in charge of his own group created to have the ability to act above the President of the US, a group so secret, that it's existence is denied by the entire US Government. His...