John expected many things from his newest mission. But seeing the woman he was ordered to kill over a decade prior, now on his own squad, was not one of them.
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This can be read as either an x reader (No use of Y/N) or an OC. Whilst the main charact...
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CHAPTER ONE NO-FACE
Chapter Warnings: Swearing, violence, death, this chapter is pure angst
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"No!" Price's voice rang out in his office.
Laswell sent him a look. A look he absolutely despised, because it only meant one thing: it's already been decided. You can't refuse.
"I'm not having her on my team, Kate," he spat, his voice laced with frustration, "she's a fuckin' terrorist!"
She huffed, her own patience growing thin, "She's been locked away for a decade; under constant supervision, and passed every single test she was given. She's not affiliated with them anymore, John."
He laughed humourlessly, "And what makes you think she won't join them the first chance she gets? What makes you so sure she won't turn on us!"
"Obviously, I can't guarantee that," she told him, "But we are taking precautions. John, you were given full authority over what happens to her. If she steps out of line, disregards an order, or as much as look at you the wrong way, you were given permission to take her out. No questions asked."
She could see the storm that was brewing in his head. His brows were furrowed deeply, just how annoyed – nay, angry – he was at the suggestion. His hands were pressed flat against the wood of his desk, fingers turning white from the tight hold. She could see why everyone was intimidated by his hard gaze. If she was his inferior, his tone and expression would be nerve-racking. But she wasn't, and so she felt nothing, except perhaps a tinge of sympathy.
"I'm not asking."
"I know you're not," he scoffed, sitting back down on his leather chair, "Why me? And why now?"
Kate let out a soft sigh, "They're getting sick of her," was what she told him. "She's becoming a burden. The constant supervision, basic necessities, shelter; it's all costing a fortune. It's either she becomes useful or they get rid of her."
John would be lying if he said the news shocked him. It wasn't at all surprising that she was quickly becoming a liability, and so he nodded, "But why me?"
"You're the only one who came out alive after facing her," she explained.
"Barely."
"Yes. Barely, but you did," she agreed, "You've seen how she operated in real life. You've seen her move and fight. If anyone's going to be able to stop her if it comes down to it, it'll be you."
He remained quiet, thinking over her words. His lips were pursed in thought, and he scratched his cheek when he took in a deep breath, "You've got camera footage. Use it for training."
"We do," she told him, "But seeing something on video is different. Besides, she's been showing a tendency to be... empathetic. Compassionate. Remorseful, even."
