𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ lorraine; newbie

"Be careful of that girl, there's a fire burning behind her eyes. She makes countries fall and monsters wish they were never born." My boss, explains. My mission is to save a hostage agent, and most likely kill another.

"I'm sure I can handle her." I say, holstering my gun. Surely the blonde agent isn't too hard of a target?

"Good luck agent." He shivers, as if I had just died. Maybe I have, without realising it. Maybe I'm about to become the only successful agent in the CIA. Either way I'll be popular - whether in victory or death only I can decide.

MI6 agent Lorraine Broughton is currently on the run. From what or who? Our resources do not have the answer, leaving me blind. But I just follow orders and hope for the best. From what I've seen the woman has blue eyes, a tall figure, and is really pretty. Probably not the greatest idea sending me in but oh well.

She messed up a mission last year, allowing her personal interests to interfere with her target, but she fixed it regardless. The other fact, which I figured out myself is that she's a double agent, working for both MI6 and the CIA.

Funny she really didn't think anyone would figure it out. Perks of having access to the files of both agencies I guess.

I take the train to the countryside - the last place my target pinged in at. The cottage is very much out of the way and by the time I get there it's almost nightfall. I pull out my sidearm as I close in on the location. Deep breaths. I've got this.

The door is open, a light breeze causing the white curtains to blow in multiple directions - tugging eachother like bickering children. I can't help the strange feeling that settles over me.

From what I've heard this agent wouldn't leave her door open. She never leaves a trail or makes mistakes. So this is very out of the blue. It is also ominously quiet, so much that every sound causes my heart rate to increase.

I enter the well maintained building, admiring the décor as I wander through the premises. I close the doors as I go to track my progress. The bottom story is clear, no weapons, no sign of a struggle and no sign of Lorraine. Someone has been here recently though, unwashed dishes in the sink. In fact steam curls from the sud covered water in quiet whispers.

I make my way to the staircase, double checking my guns safety is off. It is. I put my gun in front of my body, a physical fight my last resort. Or my death wish.

I check the bedroom first. The bed is made, fresh sheets sending a floral aroma across the room. I'm not overjoyed by the fact the room is empty, but I'm not angry either. The longer I get to live the better. I go room by room, emptying the contents of drawers if I deem it necessary. Still nothing. Only one more room in the building - the bathroom.

I push open the slightly ajar door and enter the room. The scent hits me immediately - coppery and earthy. Blood. It's smeared on the walls, the victim I find lying on the floor. Lorraine fucking Broughton.

Her blonde hair is stained red, eye purple and body limp. For a second I think she's dead, all pale and propped up against the sink. Her eyes flutter open. "You must be the newbie I was supposed to go with." Her voice cracks, lips bleeding.

"What happened?" I say, checking her over for the most life threatening injuries.

"Him." She whispers, and I see his reflection in the mirror. His hair is black and cropped, green eyes wild. He's completely intoxicated by whatever drug he took. Probably Heroine.

He swings and I duck, using the mirror to my advantage. He loses a little balance and I take the opportunity to plant three bullets consequetivelly into his skull. The noise of his head smashing into the floor is loud in the silent room, gunshots makeing my ears ring from the proximity of my target.

I holster my gun familiarly and pick up the agent on the floor. I take her to the onsuit in her room and find the medical equipment needed to treat her. "I don't know how you got me and him mixed up." I start.

"Me neither, you're talented with a gun."

"Not as talented as you I hear." I tease, binding her broken fingers.

"You're new to this aren't you?"

"Is it that obvious." I roll my eyes. I honestly thought this encounter would be more formal. Seems i was wrong. I begin to attend to her facial cuts. Cleaning and covering them. The task is repetitive but oddly calming.

"No." She starts, as if she has to formulate a reply that sounds less insulting, which is very out of character from what I've read. And been told. "You hesitated is all." She attempts.

"Won't happen again." I add with an air of finality. She seems to take the hint, finishing our conversation.

"Okay newbie." She teases.

"That's going to stick isn't it?"

"Yep."

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A/N : thanks minki_lives for the help with this one lol. We on a roll with Lorraine.