Mission Impossible "A new air to breathe"

Chapter IV : Ode on melancholy

I wished they could have more interaction with the White Widow and that we could have more about Ilsa Faust past. 

(Hi I am back with chapter IV. 

The trailer of Mission Impossible Dead Rechoning Part I inspired for that chapter. It is the part of the trailer when Ethan and Ilsa with Alana (the white widow) are in a club I believe in Venice Italy. But because I don't the conversation like everybody else I kind of change just a little the scene with bringing a deleted scene from Mission Impossible Fallout when Ethan is in the car with Alana Metropolis. 

Enjoy this chapter! )

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As the three of them settled inside the car, the driver started the engine. Alana initiated the conversation, turning to Ilsa with a sly smile.

"So, Ilsa, would you like to hear what I know about you?" Alana began, her tone dripping with confidence. Ilsa, clearly annoyed by the unexpected intrusion, retorted, "I doubt you know much, but I'm curious about your intentions and why you're ruining our night."

Alana leaned back, her smirk unfading. "Oh, don't underestimate me. I believe you're a lot smarter than you're letting on. Think back to certain events from your childhood," she prodded.

Ilsa's frustration grew evident. "Are you seriously asking me these questions in front of everyone? In this age, there are better ways to establish contact and more important topics to discuss, don't you think?"

Ethan, seated between the two women, couldn't hide his frustration any longer. He was supposed to propose to Ilsa tonight, but the situation had taken an unexpected turn. He interjected, "Could you both please explain what this is all about?"

With a cryptic smile, Alana resumed her explanation. "Your girlfriend harbors a multitude of secrets, including one that could change the world. In particular, there's something about a key-shaped golden jewel passed down through her family, a legacy from her parents who didn't abandon her, as you might have thought. They were in danger, pursued by people who wanted them dead."

A heavy silence hung in the car as Ilsa grappled with the revelation. How did Alana know about her parents? Only Malory, her new MI6 handler, and a few close colleagues were privy to her backstory.

After a moment, Ilsa composed herself and spoke with a tinge of bitterness, "Alright, let's entertain the idea that what you're saying is potentially true. But how did you come by this information? I doubt your associates are capable of digging up such deeply buried truths."

Alana leaned in, her tone laced with intrigue. "My mother used to have a penchant for uncovering hidden histories. She often mentioned a story about a family passing down a key-shaped golden jewel, and how each heir would vanish from government records. Apparently, your ancestors and you are central to this tale, and I need you to lead me to that key."

Ilsa couldn't help but scoff, "So, all of this is just a series of threats?"

Before the conversation could continue, the driver announced their arrival at their destination.

"Great," Alana concluded, satisfied with her dramatic exit. "My men will escort you to your apartment."

Ethan couldn't contain his curiosity any longer, asking, "Where are we, exactly?"

"We're in a safe location in Venice," Alana replied. "I'll leave you two alone now. Ilsa will provide answers to your questions." With that, she made her exit in a theatrical manner.

Alana's guards led Ethan and Ilsa to their apartment and left them alone after locking the door. Ilsa, overwhelmed by the events, suddenly took Ethan into her arms, initiating a slow, passionate kiss.

"I love you," Ilsa whispered into his ear.

Ethan, concerned for her, asked, "I love you too. How are you feeling?"

"Better now," Ilsa admitted, "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about all of this. I just didn't know much."

Ethan reassured her, "It's okay. I had different plans for tonight, other than dealing with threats."

Curious, Ilsa inquired, "Different plans? What kind?"

Ethan's eyes sparkled as he revealed a small box with a ring inside. He opened it and asked, "Ilsa Faust, will you marry me?"

Ilsa blushed and stammered, "Yes, for life, I will." Overjoyed, she let Ethan slide the ring onto her finger.

"Isn't it too big?" she questioned.

Ethan grinned, "No, you just have delicate fingers."

Ilsa smiled and said, "I wish we could do something more romantic right now, but not in this place, unfortunately."

Ethan nodded in agreement, "I had the same idea." They shared a gentle kiss before deciding to get some rest, knowing that if Alana's claims were true, they would need all the rest they could get in the coming days.

After their intimate moment, they both decided to go to bed and have a restful night. If Alana was right, they should get as much sleep as possible for the next few days.   

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I'm going to miss Ilsa Faust in the next movie. 

(The end... I wanted a romantic end for this chapter before I find new ideas. I truly don't know what I am really doing with this but I like writing, crossing fingers and waiting patiently  until the movie comes out in theater.  

855 words. I'm going there, you guys, I'm going there. Buy!)