Mission Impossible "A new air to breathe"

Chapter VII : The Heir

Hello everyone! I am rewriting this story a little bit better. I hope it will be better like this and you'll like it, more! 

Thank you to anyone who's reading this. 

Rewriting the 15.12.2023

(First notes: Hi everyone! In all honestly, I don't know where I'm going with this story but the poster of the movie has been revealed this week and it made me want to write again. I am so excited for this movie! All my apologies for this big delay (like the movie I guess...) Enjoy this chapter!). 

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(Four years ago, Paris, France)

The moon hung low over the City of Lights, casting a soft glow on the cobblestone streets. Ethan and Ilsa, having just handed over the enigmatic Solomon Lane to the MI6, found themselves at a crossroads. The allure of freedom beckoned them, and they decided to linger in Paris, allowing time for Ethan's wounds to heal and for them to savor the taste of liberation.

Amidst the grandeur of the city, they grappled with the weight of their pasts. Ilsa, uncertain whether she wanted one last glimpse of Lane's face, watched with a mix of trepidation and relief as the CIA team handed him over to the White Widow. The act, a calculated move by the Widow to curry favor with British Intelligence, left Ilsa light-headed, a sensation she hadn't felt in years – a freedom from the shackles of obligation.

As the duo prepared to leave, Sloane, their tacit ally, offered parting words of advice, her voice a resonant echo in the cool Parisian night.

"Take a vacation – a lengthy one. But stay vigilant, just in case," Sloane advised, her gaze shifting between Ethan's lingering laughter and Ilsa's newfound smile. Both were now unburdened by the chains of duty.

Ilsa couldn't help but marvel at the unfamiliar sensation of freedom. When was the last time she had felt this unencumbered?

(Back to the present)

In a clandestine meeting, Ethan found himself face-to-face with the ghost of his past, Jim Phelps. The mentor from his early days at the MIF, a man who had betrayed his team two decades prior. Phelps, nonchalantly inviting Ethan to join him, sent a shiver down Ethan's spine.

"Ethan Hunt. Take a seat. Time is of the essence," Phelps beckoned, and, guided by a nod from the enigmatic White Widow, Ethan reluctantly complied. A foreboding intuition gnawed at him.

"So, you're still alive," Ethan remarked, his confusion and suspicion evident.

Jim Phelps, seemingly unfazed, began weaving a narrative that transcended time and circumstance, hinting at a grand purpose set to alter the very fabric of the world. The Syndicate and the Apostle emerged as protagonists in this tale of upheaval, with Phelps hinting that each person present held a pivotal role in the impending change.

Confused, Ethan pressed for answers, prompting Phelps to unveil an unexpected key to the unfolding drama – Ilsa, Ethan's fiancée. She possessed something Phelps sought, and her safety was intricately tied to the success of his elusive plan.

Ethan's laughter, fueled by disbelief, echoed through the train car. The stakes seemed absurd, and Phelps sounded nothing like the mentor he once knew. The ultimatum laid bare – choose between loyalty to his team and the enigmatic Phelps.

With the communication abruptly severed, panic gripped Ethan. Rushing back to his team, he found them in conversation with a mysterious woman named Grace. The revelation that Jim Phelps was still alive and orchestrating a perilous game left Ethan reeling.

Attempting to make sense of the chaos, Benji, Luther, and Ilsa pressed for information. The revelation about Phelps and his plan cast a shadow over their understanding of the world.

Grace, the woman with insider knowledge, suggested a change of destination. The revelation that a bridge in construction awaited them spurred confusion. A tense exchange unfolded, emotions running high as the team grappled with the complexity of their predicament.

Amidst the chaos, Benji revealed that they were headed to an undisclosed location, prompting questions about Phelps' cryptic mention of "the heir." The team, now united in uncertainty, faced an enigma that threatened to unravel the very fabric of their newfound freedom.

(Flashback)

As the sun dipped below the Parisian skyline, casting hues of orange and pink across the city, Ethan and Ilsa found solace in each other's company. Having spent a month navigating the intricacies of a life untethered, they encountered a moment of reflection.

Ethan, attuned to Ilsa's unspoken troubles, gently probed. "What's going on, Ilsa?"

In the days and weeks that followed their escape from the clutches of duty, Ilsa had been the beacon of laughter, a remedy to Ethan's recovery. Yet, now, he sensed a lingering anxiety.

"I have to do something before we disappear," Ilsa confessed, her words carrying a weight of uncertainty.

Ethan, concerned, pressed for details. "What's that?"

"I need to go to Switzerland," she admitted, her eyes betraying a mixture of determination and fear.

Ethan, steadfast in his commitment, responded, "You mean 'we' have to go to Switzerland. No matter what you're dealing with, I'm here to help. Benji and Luther too."

Despite Ethan's reassurance, Ilsa hesitated, voicing the unspoken fear, "You don't want me to go alone, or you're scared I won't come back?"

"I trust you," Ethan affirmed, "even when you don't trust yourself. I'll go with you, healing ribs and all, watching your back without being seen."

The compromise struck between them, they found themselves in Switzerland, standing outside the imposing National Bank. Ethan, stationed at a distance, kept a vigilant eye on Ilsa as she entered.

Inside, ordinary banking transactions unfolded until a recognition of Ilsa rippled through the air. Ethan, sensing something amiss, grew wary.

"Mrs. Swan, it's a pleasure to see you again," the bank men greeted Ilsa, their demeanor shifting subtly.

As Ilsa inquired about a certain number, Ethan's unease intensified. The exchange revealed a complex web of secrecy, leaving Ethan to question the true nature of Ilsa's mission.

The revelation unfolded within the bank's secure confines. Ilsa, having completed her task, emerged, and the duo swiftly retreated from the scene. Relief washed over Ethan as they reunited, but questions lingered in the air.

"Are you done with it?" Ethan asked, his eyes searching Ilsa's for reassurance.

"Yes, so where do you want to go?" Ilsa responded, a smile playing on her lips.

Maybe a hot island, Ethan suggested, tired of the cold and rain. Ilsa, enjoying the rain and recalling their time in Kashmir, considered the options.

"I like the rain, and it's not like it wasn't sunny in Kashmir," she teased.

Ethan, reflecting on the urgency of their mission in Kashmir, apologized, and the conversation turned to their travel plans. The exchange revealed a couple reveling in the newfound freedom but still haunted by the shadows of their pasts.

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End of the chapter!

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