"The devils gonna make me a free man, the devils gonna set me free."
It was quite again and Freya hated it. The only sound you could hear is the chatter in the fancy restaurant and the clinking Freya's bowl of soup made every time she put her spoon in it.
Mitch was staring at her. She could feel it and she desperately wanted him to be the one that broke the silence. To just say what was on his mind because Freya didn't know what to say. However, she did know that if he didnt say anything soon she was going to stab herself in the face with her spoon.
She tried not to let the fact that her father may still be alive effect her but she couldn't help it. There was still hope, just a bit of hope in her that said maybe it was just a sick prank. That he was actually still dead and someone wanted to fuck with her, but deep down she new.
She sighed and looked up at Mitch. "Can you please say something im slowly dying here." Mitch smiled at her, a genuine smile. "You know your eyes change when you tell the truth."
Freya furrowed her brows at his statement and leaned forward, "What do you mean?" Mitch ran a hand through his hair, "Your eyes, when you tell the truth they're hard, Set, focused. When you lie its almost like they wander but no one really notices because of the confidence you mask it with."
Freya gaped at him. Not once in her life did anybody find a tell from Freya. Not once could anyone figure out when she was bluffing or not, but here comes Mitch who shes only know for a couple weeks and hes figured it out like nothing.
Freya leaned back in her seat looking out the window and bit her lip, "Well I better not ever do it again." Mitch frowned at her. He liked to know when she was lying or not it made him feel like he was somewhat close to her. Now he regrets telling her in the first place.
"Why?"
Freya looked up at him, a serious expression on her face, "Because, one day it's going to get me killed."
Freya turned back to look at the window and Mitch cleared his throat. He looked around the restaurant wondering how in the hell Freya was even able to get a table here. The whole thing was just confusing. Mitch turned back to look at Freya. He stared her, admiring her. he found himself doing that a lot lately, he couldbnt help but let his stare liner on the black haired girl and he was surprised she hadn't caught him yet. With a sigh he broke the silence darting his eyes away from her and he asked the important question.
"So were in Berlin. Where can we find your contact?" Freya looked up at him her lips curved up. "Right here." She waved down the waiter. "Yes miss, what is it you need?" Freya glanced at Mitch before she spoke. Shes never actually brought anyone with her to meet her contact. She used to being solo but she knew she could trust him.
"I'd like to participate in a tasting." The waiter showed no ounce of emotion as he asked, "For what course?" Freya then smirked and replied, "All three." Mitch looked back and forth from Freya to the waiter. He was confused but intrigued.
"Im sorry miss but the chef canceled those tasting a while ago." Freya frowned of course he did, "Well he'll make and exception for me if you would just lead us back there please." The waiter looked surprised, "Miss I can assure you-" he was cut off by the look freya gave him and gulped. Mitch loved that about her. She could give someone one look and they would do anything she wanted, too terrified to argue. The waiter cleared his throat and guestured towards the back. "Right this way."
Freya sweetly smiled at him and got up following the waiter beckoning Mitch to follw her. When she looked back at him he had a smirk on his face.
The waiter led them to the back stopping to talk to a thin blonde man working in the kitchen. "Sir, I'm sorry to bother you but I have two clients here for a three course tasting."
When Mitch looked at Freya with a raised eyebrow she mouthed to him that he liked to cook. The man didn't turn around but only replied angrily, "I don't do three course tastings anymore Francis you know this."he had a german accent.
Freya stepped forward, "Oh, come on markus, not even for an old friend?" The man known as markus froze before slowly turning around, his gaze meeting Freya's, "You crazy bitch I thought you were dead!" He rushes and enfulges freya into a hug while Mitch stood there awkwardly. The waiter had left.
When Markus and Mitch's eyes met he asked Freya's, "Who's the lost puppy." Mitch scowled at the name but Freya laughed. "He's Mitch Rapp, my protection detail." Markus chocked then burst into a fit of laughter.
"Enough Markus I need serious help." Markus quickly straightened out, "Come, come follow me." He lead them to a secret door in the back which lead to a room that had various computers weapons and maniquins with suits and dresses. Mitch gaped at the room. Who would've know a five star restaurant doubled as an assassin store. Freya smirked at him, "Mitchy, hunny, close your mouth before you catch flies." Mitch internally groaned.
"So miss Romanova, what can I help you with?" Freya turned to Markus, "I need your help on finding someone. His name is Stan Hurley. He was kidnaped and we're trying to find him." Markus nodded then quickly got to work with Freya standing over him. Mitch walked around the room studying the various guns and contraptions. The CIA doesnt even have half of what this inventory included.
Markus looked up at Freya a smirk on his lips. "What Markus."
"You like him." Freya scoffed, "No I don't."
"Oh come on Freya, he's not your first protection officer. Usually when you get them you ditch them like the second hour; however, this ones stuck with you, for a while given the way you talk to him. You like him."
Freya frowned, "The only reason I haven't dropped him yet is because his supperior disappeared and I want to help." Markus let out a laugh, "Yea, sure thing buttercup."
Freya let out a huff rolling her eyes. She snuck a glance over a Mitch. He looked like a kid in a candy store and that put a small smile on Freya's face. "Ok, he's made minor apearences here and there but I cant find his exact location, it is however somewhere in Berlin. There's a ball tomorrow night. Fredmus Frankfort knows everything about anyhing in Berlin, and is attending it. I can get you two tickets and you can interrogate him about stan."
Markus turned to look at Freya who threw a look to Mitch then cursed under her breath,"Ok what are you not telling me?"
Freya sighed, "It's just that Fredmus rembers me from when I put his son in federal prison and thats not a good thing if he tells the person that kidnapped Stan he saw me" Markus continued to pry, "Well who kidnapped him?" Freya gave markus a look,
"My father."
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