Lachesism| Mitch Rapp

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"I sold my soul to a three piece and he told me I was holy."

    Freya was wondering down the maze of the lockeroom trying to find Mitch. She had successfully found a first aid kit and got lucky when she found a bottle of Jack Daniels in a locker. When she finally found him the sight she saw almost made her drop everything in her hand.

Mitch was leaning against a locker face drained of all color. The towel was still in his hand and blood was running down his shirt. She gasped, "What the fuck Mitch, I told you to hold it." He grunts, "I did."
"Yea, I meant over your wound dumbass." He looks up at her, a hint of a smile on his face.

Freya readies all the supplies but when she looks up at Mitch, she sees his eyes starting to droop and she rushes over to him. "No no no. Hey!" She smacks his face a little bit, "Mitch! Come one you have to stay awake. Stay. Awake. I'm not leaving you here and we can't leave if your unconscious." He looks up at her and she can tell he's trying his hardest. "I need you to take your shirt off." He only smirks at her.
What?"
"You could at least buy me a drink first." Freya rolls her eyes and hands him the bottle of whiskey, "Does this count?" She doesn't wait for his reply and rips his shirt down the middle. He grunts again. She sighs, "What now?"
"That was one of my favorite shirts." She laughs, "It was ruined anyway because of the bullet hole.", she puts emphasis on the word bullet then continues, "I'll buy you a new one." He only nods in respons.

Freya hands him some pills. "They're ibuprofen. A very strong dosage. They should help make the pain bearable." She winces.

He takes the pills and she grabs the rubbing alcohol thanking God that the bullet went straight through. She puts the alcohol on a cloth then looks up at him. He nods and she places the cloth on his shoulder. He groans and his hand reaches out to the inner part of her thigh and he squeezes. She jumps and then looks at him one eyebrow raised. "Sorry."
"You couldve at least bought me a drink first." She mocks him. A small laugh escapes Mitch's mouth and Freya realizes she liked his laugh. They were staring into eachothers eyes for what felt like hours until Freya saw his eyes drop down to her lips.

She quickly clears her throat and continues to work on his shoulder. And that's how patching him up went. She stitched him up keeping her sole focus on the task in front of her, not looking up at Mitch once, and every time something really hurt him he would wince and squeeze her thigh, immediately apologizing after.

When Freya finished she put the stuff away and got up to go find a car they could use to get out and on the road. "Frey? Where are you going?" She turned to look at Mitch a small smile on her face because of fact that he called her Frey. Freya was already her nickname or alias and she hated having excessive names people could call her by, but she like the sound of Frey when he said it.

"I'm gonna go find us a car so we can get on the road. You stay here."and with that she left. She eventually found one, an old looking Honda civic. Freya broke the window with her elbow and slipped in the car. She opened the mirror and the keys fell out. She grabbed them then went back inside to get Mitch. She helped him sit in the car, turned on the ignition, and they were on there way. She was headed towards Berlin. She needed to get to her contact to get supplies and information on Stan and, her supposedly dead father.

Mitches voice snapped her from her thoughts, "Where are we going?"
"Berlin."
"Why?"
She sighed, he was such a chatterbox when he was drugged out, "I have a contact there. He might be able to tell me where they're holding Stan and some information on my father." Freya looked over at him. He wasn't looking as pale but he was tired, she could tell. "Get some sleep Mitch. We'll stop and stay at a halfway point and lay low for a little while. Stan is gonna be fine, I promise."

With that statement Mitch leaned his head against the window and his heavy eyelids finally closed as he slipped in a deep sleep leaving Freya to her thoughts. She took a deep breath, its ok Freya. Everything is going to be fine.

I hope.