Tainted ~Mitch Rapp

02

"Who the hell are you?" I growled as I glared at the shop. "Irene said you were packing." He said. "What the hell did you just say?!" I growled when I heard my step aunt's name leave his mouth. "Irene needs you." He said. "How do I know you're not fucking with me?" I asked. "I'm not saying the damn word." He growled.

I stared at him confused until I noticed the ear piece in his ear. I looked at him, taking his appearance in. From what I could see, he was wearing a white t-shirt with a black jacket and jeans with white Adidas sneakers.

"Fine. Buttercup." He grumbled.

I relaxed a little bit recognizing the word, but I didn't lower my gun.

"She's still not lowering her gun." He said. "Yeah well you're the jackass who broke into my shop scaring the shit out of me. So I apologize if I keep my gaurd up, even if you say the code word that Irene and I came up with when she needed me to come down to Virginia for work." I snapped. He glared at me before lowering his gun and putting it in his pants.

I sighed and walked towards the wall flipping the switch to turn the lights on. I placed the gun on the table and turned to the man before me.

"So who are you?" I asked. "Mitch Rapp. I work with the Orion divison." He stated. "What does my aunt need?" I asked. "Aunt?" He asked. "I'm Irene's step niece. Now what does she need?" I asked. "I can't discuss that with you now. She said she'll tell you when we get to the facility." He said to me. "Yeah well I'm not going anywhere with you until I speak with Irene to confirm this." I stated.

I reached in my pockets for my phone and mentally cursed when I realized I didn't walk with it.

"I don't have my phone so I guess that means I'm not going." I said. "You're going." He stated. "Whose going to make me?" I asked. "Listen stop being a whiny brat and just get your shit let's go. We have a 12 o'clock flight." He snapped. I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest glaring at him.

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Mitch and I stood in line for the security with scowls on both of our faces. My lip was busted slightly and my knuckles were wrapped. Mitch has a brusied cheek and cut above is eyebrow, courtesy of mwah.

After I refused to go he tried grabbing me but I retaliated using the training that Stan gave me. So here we are looking like a couple who beats the shit out of each other.

"Move up." I grumbled. "Don't tell me what to do." He growled back. I scoffed. "And you call me an immature child." I mumbled.

As soon as I get on this fucking plane I was going into the CIA database to see who the hell this man is. Mitch handed me a bin and I started taking off everything that would set off the alarms. My eyes widened when I remembered Mitch's gun. I grabbed his shirt causing him to stop and look at me.

"What?" He asked. I tip toed to reach his ear. "Your gun." I whispered. "I have a badge. Irene gave it to me. I don't walk around with it, but just this once she told me to use it." He said. I nodded and he went first.

I went after him and walked through the machine. It didn't beep but I was told to stop by TSA which confused the hell out of me.

"I didn't beep why the hell do you want to check on me?" I asked. "It's just a precaution ma'am." The man said while forcing me to hold my arms out.