Tainted ~Mitch Rapp

04

    "What the hell were they doing at your shop?" Stan asked through the phone. "Gee Stan they came to buy some wedding dresses, what else would they be fucking doing?!" I hissed into the phone. "Alright can you answer questions without your usual level of sarcasm?" He asked. I scoffed. "Can you ask questions, without the usual level of stupid?" I asked. "Give the damn phone to Rapp you pain in the ass." Stan growled. "Sure thing grandpa." I said before handing the phone off to Mitch.

    Mitch took the phone and pressed it to his ear. "She's fine." He said. I clenched my jaw knowing Stan was going all papa bear now. "Yeah we're on our way there." He said. "Yes sir." He said before hanging up the phone.

    Mitch looked at me and I turned my head, looking out the window. Whatever's on that file must be really important since I was almost killed because of it. I looked down at my knuckles and saw that they were slightly bloody because of punching the guy. I went into my bag and grabbed a tissue wiping it.

    After we killed the man, Mitch called Irene telling her what happened and she said someone would come take care of the bodies. She just wanted us to get over there. So Mitch took me to my apartment and told me to pack my shit. So I did and now we're currently driving to Virginia. My back ached slightly and all I wanted to do was sleep but I couldn't I was too anxious. My leg was bouncing up and down. I'm pretty sure Mitch was irritated by it because he kept glancing at me and glaring at it.

    "Stop shaking your leg." He snapped. "It's a force of habit, I do it when I'm nervous." I mumbled while picking at my fingers.

    My back ached me and all I wanted to do was sleep. I sighed and leaned my head on the window closing my eyes. I silently prayed that sleep would come.

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    I felt body shake and I jumped up slightly. I looked over at Mitch irritated.

    "What?" I asked annoyed. "We're here." He stated while getting out of the car.

    I sighed and did the same. I stretched and went to the trunk where my bag was. I grabbed it and followed Mitch into the facility. We went straight to my aunt's office and when she saw me she threw her arms around me.

    "I'm fine. I'm fine." I mumbled pulling away from her. "Where's Stan?" I heard Mitch ask. "Training the recruits. I told him I would call him in when we found the information on the drive." She said. "Oh yeah by the way I don't think we should open it here. They managed to track my phone, they could do the same here. I think we should do it somewhere where else." I said. "So where?" She asked. "Virginia beach. It's hard to get signal out there. I can throw my WiFi hot spot in the ocean after." I said. "You're risking lives." Mitch growled. "No I'm not. I'm saving lives. They won't have a location  dumbass." I snapped at him.

    Mitch went to speak but he was cut off by Irene.

    "Both of you just stop!" She snapped loudly. I sighed and looked at her. "You packed your bathing suit?" She asked. "No." I answered. "Well you better go buy one. The two of you are going to the beach. We need to know what's happening now."

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    Mitch and I walked onto the crowded beach. The sun was blazing on our skins and we were definitely going to get a tan. I was wearing a blue bikini with black shorts. My hair was tied in a bun and I had sunglasses on my face. Mitch was wearing black swim trunks and had a burgundy t-shirt on.

    "Was it seriously necessary for you to walk with a damn gun?" I asked as we picked a spot and sat on the sun chairs. "Yes." He grumbled. "What could possibly happen at a beach Mitch?" I asked while opening the laptop.  "You'd be surprised." He stated.

    His tone almost sounded sad, but I couldn't really tell. One thing I learned about Mitch these few days I've known him was that he was really good at hiding his emotions. He never showed fear, saddness, happiness or anything. He always had this poker face on. It was like he wasn't scared of anything.

    I shook my head and grabbed the Wi-Fi hotstop turning it on. I leaned back to get my flash drive and I felt fingers run along my side, by my bikini string. I jumped slightly and turned to look at Mitch.

    "How'd you get that?" He asked me. "When Stan started training me I got into it with one of the recruits. He sliced me." I mumbled while looking at the scar. 

    I opened the laptop, turned it on and plugged in the the flash drive. I immediately went to the file and opened it. Mitch leaned towards me to see it. We both read it and I froze.

    "He's bombing Dubai, to start a war." I mumbled in shock.

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    Mitch and I rushed back to the facility and immediately ran into the Irene's office. She looked at us in shock and I quickly closed the door.

    "He's bombing Dubai. He wants to start a war. They have Russian officials they have everyone in order for this plan to work." I rushed out. "They don't have the bomb. Petrovic is getting it from Weber in 15 days from today." Mitch added.

    Irene looked like she was thinking long and hard about something. After a few mintues she finally spoke up.

    "I want you guys going in. We have to keep this under the radar. Only the CIA will know. You guys are going to get on the next flight to Dubai." She said.

    Mitch looked at her and nodded, while I stared at her with confusion.

    "Aunt Irene." I stated. "Tiffany I know you never wanted to go out in the field but you'll help them on this mission. I know you're more than capable of doing it." She said.

    I took a deep breath and nodded.

    "Okay I'll do it. But I don't have any stuff." I said. "You have a whole wardrobe at my house. Mitch will drive you there, go to his apartment and then you two are going to get Stan." She said. I smiled. "Old man Stan. He'll be happy to see me." I said with a smile.

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Hey guys! Another update! So I started writing this Stiles Stilinski fanfic and I'm debating on if I should post the first part or not.