Young Blood Spy

Catch Me If You Can

Benji P.O.V

"You're looking at it, I am the disk." Ethan reckoned, in an almost threatening voice, "I memorized it all 2.4 billion in number accounts. If that vest goes off, you get nothing. Without this money, you are nothing, without me, you are nothing."

I don't know what's going through Ethan's mind, but I sure hoped he knew what he was doing. Even though his face didn't reveal it, I could tell that he was crumbling on the inside after the news I delivered. 30 seconds left on the bomb.

"Right now, you're thinking its bluff .I'd never let my friends die." Ethan continued, "I couldn't possibly memorize the entire disk. There's only one way to be sure. Let Benji go." He finally finished.

I wasn't even sure if Lane was going to listen to what Ethan was proposing. 10, 9, 8, Ilsa was looking to Ethan with a somewhat worried look. I braced myself. 3, 2, 1... I heard as short beeping noise and looked down and the timer. It had stopped at 0.19 seconds.

I gasped a sigh of relief, Ethan had saved us. Suddenly, I heard Lane whisper, "Take him." in my ear. With that, Lane's men began advancing towards our table.

"They come one step closer, shoot me." Ethan told Ilsa. Quickly she moved, gun in hand, directly beside Ethan.

"Stop." Lane urged. His men were halted in their tracks

"You remember I told you, one day you were going to take things too far?" I bleated out, "This is me speaking, by the way. It's not him."

"The only way this ends is you and me, Lane, face to face." Ethan intoned, "Only this time I won't be locked in a glass box. You want your money. The bone doctor gonna beat it out of me." he slammed his fist on the table, "Now let Benji go..."

It wasn't long before I heard Lane mutter the numbers, "...1... 3... 9." I carefully input the numbers into the bomb. It made a whirling sound as it difused. I slowly removed it, along with the earpiece and eye contacts. As I got up, Ethan passed me a phone.

"Go." He murmured

"Ethan...." I began

"Brandt has you waiting, go." He cut me off.

I nodded and quickly went off. I could only hope that Ethan and Ilsa would make it out of there alive.

Ilsa P.O.V

Benji left, leaving Ethan and I alone together. The henchmen started to surround us, with Vinter looking especially at me. In sync, Ethan and turned our heads to face each other. He raised his eyebrow, in a questioning way. I understood what he meant. I slowly nodded as a reply. One of the men quickly pulled a gun. Ethan and I jumped up from our seats.

I shot at henchman multiple times. Ethan grabbed the gun from me and aimed it in another direction, killing more of Lane's men. People were screaming, as we took down nearly all of them. I was trying to pull Ethan away, at the same time he was aiming for Vinter. Vinter jumped behind a mini bar and we missed shooting him.

Ethan ran out of bullets as we tried to disappear into the crowd. Running down multiple alley ways, taking out multiple villains. Craziness all around. Ethan and I split off. Looks like Vinter is the one on my tail. I'll take care of him, and then head back to the HQ that Ethan told me they were stationed.

Ethan P.O.V

Ilsa and I had ran off in separate directions. I shoved a guy out the window and now Vinter was on her tail. I hoped that she would be ok. I stopped beside a lamppost to catch my breath. A car stopped outside where I was. Out of it emerged the man himself, Lane. As he slowly walked towards me, I hobbled away as fast as I could. I wasn't long before he started to shoot at me.

I threw my body through the glass of and abandoned building. This is where the others were in hiding. Lane was gaining in on me. with all my might, I slid across the floor, even with him shooting at me and disappeared down the man hole. Lane peered down the man hole at me, before unknowingly, jumping down into our trap.

"Face to face, just as you wished, Ethan." He exclaimed smugly, thinking he had won.

He began to move forwards to shoot me but instead hit glass as Brant slid it across his path. That's when Luther sealed the top of it shut. Lane tried to aim at us and break through the glass, but it was bulletproof. There was no escape now. Lane was the one trapped inside a glass box. Ilsa had got back just in tome to witness his capture.

"It hurts, I know." I spoke, almost softly. I looked at me, murder in his eyes. "Gentlemen, this is Solomon Lane." I continued, "Mr. Lane. Meet the IMF."

Benji walked around to the gas tap and let the smoke that he'd used on me, leech into the tank. As saw it forming around him, he once again pulled out his gun and tried to fire, but to no avail. With the tank basically full, he emerged from it on last time, banging on the glass, signifying we let him out. I stood there solid faced as his hand repeated hit the glass, until he finally sank to his knees.

"For Astrix." I whispered, so low that not even Ilsa heard me.