"So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go, you'll never be loved till you've made you're own, you gotta face up, you gotta get yours, you'll never know the top till you get too low."
Freya kept calm. She wasnt scared, she knew what to do in situations like this. She was snapped from her thoughts when Christopher asked her yet another question. He was way to talkative and she wanted to roll her eyes at that. "So Miss Romanoff what are you most excited about witnessing here in Germany?"
She pursed her lips, "Well", she pauses to make it seem as though she's thinking, " I hear they have great liquor and the night life is amazing."
She begins to slip off her heels and fakes a sigh of relief to make it seem as though her feet hurt from all the walking. In the corner of her eye she sees the burly man reach in his coat. She then grips the heel and strikes. She hits the burly man in the chest then turns to hit the man's arm in the passenger seat that aims a gun at her. She ducks in time just as a gun shot goes off then proceedes to hit the burly man in the temple. He knocks out and she opens the door than kicks him out of the car
One down two to go.
She then lunges for the gun on the seat to her right but the man in the passenger seat grabs her by the neck. She gasp for air looking around for something to get his hand off of her seeing as her shoe went out of the window with the first man. She grabs the seat belt from the middle seat and wraps it around his hand, tightens, then tugs. He lets go of her neck and she grabs the gun shooting the man in the side. She then opens his door to kick him out of the seat and car but he only flies out halfway because his body is stuck on the seat belt.
She slips to the front and dodges Christopher's hand just in time. She grabs it twists his wrist and then slams his head on the wheel. He groans in pain. She then successfully kicks the guy out of the passenger seat then grabs Christopher's head and slams it on the wheel a second time. She grabs a seatbelt and wraps it in the wheel to turn the car a certain way. She quickly slips back in the back seat and grips the seatbelt holding it against herself so she doesnt fly out of the car.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?" She hears christopher yell before the car hits a concreate divider and flips.
When the car lands her back hits the windshield in the back of the car and she groans. She hears the other car stop, two doors open, and two sets of feet hit the ground. She readies herself and the minute a head peaks in she shoots. The person dodges the bullet just in time.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Woah, dont shoot. Ok, w-we, Mitch has your shoe!" She huffs a sigh and steps out of the car.
"Jesus christ Stan, your on my protection detail and you can't even pick me up from the fucking airport." She grabs the shoe and slips it on her foot. She then hears groaning. With a roll of her eyes and not breaking eye contact with the man known as Stan Hurley she shoots the guy in the head right between the eyes.
A look of shock is shown on his face he asks, "How in the world do you know who we are. Irene told us that you thought we were just some buisness partners?" She raises an eyebrow then turns her stare to the man beside Stan. He was tall, had long brown hair that looked soft and fluffy. He had a scruff on his chin but his eyes. His eyes were a whiskey type brown that had little specs of honey in them. It was almost as if they sparkeled in the sun. He looked at her, as if to asses her and stared at her with so much hatered and disgust it made her uncomfortable.
She turns back to the old and tired but strict looking man. "Oh come on Stan Hurley", she says mockingly, " I'm not an idiot. I know CIA agents when I see them, and I always research my shit. You and your little protege Mitch Rapp are on my protection detail; however, I don't know why because as you can see." She motions behind her, "I can take care of myself."
She hears Mitch snort at her statement so she turns to look at him. "Oh, I'm sorry Bieber." She put emphasis on the Bieber part referencing to his hair and young looking face. "Something funny?"
He scoffs, "Yes actually, the fact that we have to protect a 22 year old immature little girl." "Hmmm I'll have you know hun", she pauses and curves her lips up into a smirk and steps closer to him. "I'm 24." She begins to say something else but a voice catches her attention.
"O teu pai responde." (your father says hello.) She whips around so quick Stan and Mitch thought she was going to break her neck. Freya narrows her eyes at the man beaten and bloodied on the floor. She seethes, "What. The hell. Did you just say." She turns to walk towards him and hears grunts behind her but thinks nothing of it because of the fear and furry in her chest. She grabs him by the collar and yells, "ANSWER ME!" He only laughs. Blood runs from his mouth down to his chin and he looks behind her. Right when Freya turns around everything went black.
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Lachesism| Mitch Rapp
Fanfiction"It's ok if you hate me Mitch. I get it." I looked up at him to see him staring at me an unreadable expression on his face. "But you have to understand I did what I had to do to save thousands of lives. I chose a crappy beach with shitty weather on...
