Lachesism| Mitch Rapp

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"Stand on the bar stomp your feet start clapping got a real good feeling something bad about to happen."

Water. It was everywhere. No matter where I turned or looked the only thing I could see in the dim light that showed in the darkness was water. What is going on? Where's my family? The thought of losing the rest of my family when I was only 7 started to settle in. I had already lost Annalise, I can't lose everyone else.

"Hello? Is anybody there? Please, can somebody hear me?" I was crying now, I couldn't help the uncontrollable sobs that erupted from my mouth.
"Help me! Please, somebody help me!" My begs and pleas started to become frantic from all the fear. The water rose up higher now. There was only about four inches of space left from the top of the wall. Come one Freya. You can do this. You can figure it out. Your not gonna die here! I took a deep breath and dove under water. I saw I was in a train station of some sort and there was an opening all the way down at the bottom. I dove back up to the top to get more air.
Then, I took as big of a breath as I could before diving down into the water and began to swim towards the opening. I was halfway through when the lack of oxygen was starting to get to me. My body was begging, needed me to breathe but still I kept going. I told myself this wasn't how I was gonna die. I would see my family again. Finally I made it through the tunnel like opening and to the top of the water. I gasped for air then pulled myself to the dry part of the floor in what looked like a warehouse.
"Coidado (Careful) Freyanna. Never let your guard down. You never know when someone will attack." A man came from the shadows and when his face had shown I realized who it was.

"Father? I- wha-what are you talking about. O que está pasando? (what's going on) Why are you doing this?"

"You need to learn how to protect yourself. I will not let what happened to Annalise happen to you. Your training starts now, and try to get rid of that accent you need to start sounding american." He turned then walked out leaving me shivering and soaked on the cold floor.

Freya jumps up from her bed. She's covered in sweat and her covers are pushed off her body. Her whole body was shaking, almost as if she was there, like she had gone through it all over again. With a sigh, she pushes the dream and the thoughts of her family to the back of her head. She gets up out of bed, and went to the mini bar in her hotel room so she could pour herself a drink. She doesn't care what kind of liquor it is, as long as it's something to calm her nerves.

God her life was so fucked up. She's so fucked up; at that thought a chuckle fell from her lips. She finished her glass, grabbed her bags, and headed to the airport.

*

"Rapp!"

Mitch turns his head from the wall he was staring at to his superior. "Yes sir?" Stan rolls his eyes at the mocking tone Mitch addresses him with and tells him to get his ass in his office. As soon as Mitch sits down a file is thrown on the desk right in front of him. On the front of the folder in big letters was written CLASSIFIED: IMMEDIATE ATTENTION REQUIRED. Confused, Mitch opens the folder to see pictures of a girl. She looked no older than 22, around 5'7 with brown hair. Her black hair was long and wavy, and in most pictures she had sunglasses on her face and red lipstick. Mitch couldn't deny he thought she was beautiful, but when he saw he name of the mystery women his saliva became stuck in his throat, he felt bile begin to rise, and he didn't know how to breathe.

Freyanna Romanova

Romanova the last name that ruined his life, took his fiance away from him. The last name of the man who organized the attack on the beach. The same attack that took everything Mitch ever cared about from him. He felt like throwing up. He looked up at Stan to see him staring at him with an eyebrow risen. Mitch gritted his teeth, "Whats the mission sir? Eliminate the threat?"

Stan shook his head. "No we are on protection detail." Mitch chocked. "Protection detail?" He seethed, "She's a terrorist daughter. Shes probably done just as bad of things as him why do we need to protect her? If anything-"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH RAPP."

Mitch froze hes never seen Stan so angry. Sure him, and Stan have had screaming matches but Mitch just started those to get a rise out of Stan. They were about as serious as a two year old when he argued with his older brother over a candy bar. He's never been yelled at like this. "She MAY be a terrorist daughter but her father his dead." He mutters a thankfully under his breath then continues, " Just because they have the same last name and share the same blood doesn't mean that she's exactly like him. Many bad people that we, the CIA, couldn't get a hold of are out of the picture because of her. She is very valuable and we WILL be on her protection detail."
Mitch slumped in his seat. Guess thats that.

*

Freya stepped out of the airport with her bags and a pair of sunglasses on her face. She looked around at all the alleys and exit ways. It was a bad habit of hers sewn into her mind by her father because of all the extreme training he forced on her at such an early age. "Miss Romanoff?"

She turns to see a tall but somewhat lean man. "My names Christopher Blake I'm directed to take you to your hotel. If you follow me we'll get your bags and have you on your way."

She looks at the man. The way he stands and the way he carries himself, even the way he speaks is everything except not suspicious. She remembered what her father told her, it echoed in her head, "Everybody has a tell Freyanna." and his was just downright obvious. Nevertheless she hands him her bag and slips in the car. She turns to the right to see a man in the seat next to her. He was big, burly, and wearing a big trench coat even though it wasn't that cold. There was another somewhat slim man in the passenger seat. Christopher who's real name probably wasn't even actually Christopher closes the trunk then slips in the drivers side. The car starts moving, Christopher starts talking about all the cool things here in Germany and all places she should visit but Freya isn't listening. She looks in the rear view mirror to see another car identical to the one she was in trailing them. She then turns to her right and looks inside the opening of the mans trench coat. She sees the handle of a gun poking out of the burly mans coat. He looks over at her then lifts his coat to the cover the gun.

She turns back to her window. Fuck she thinks to herself.