Tainted ~Mitch Rapp

06

    I woke about a few hours later. I sat up in the bed and noticed that it was dark outside. I looked at the clock and noticed that it was 11 o'clock at night. Damn time difference. My sleep schedule is so messed up right now.

    I got out of bed and saw Mitch still with his eyes trained on the computer. I sighed and walked over to him.

    "Mitch go to sleep. I'll watch him." I stated softly. "I'm fine." He grumbled. "Rapp get your ass in that bed now." I growled. "Or what?" He asked. "If I remember the last time that was said Rapp we ended up beating the shit out of each other." I said. He smirked slightly. I gasped. "Did the Mitch Rapp smirk at me?" I asked playfully. He rolled his eyes and got up. "Wake me up if anything happens." He said.

    I nodded and turned my head to computer. I watched as the fat man kissed the woman in his room. I cringed in disgust. I was not about to watch a porno. I grabbed my new phone that Irene gave me and I began playing some games on it.

    After playing for a couple of hours I noticed Weber getting ready to leave his room. I furrowed my eyebrows and checked Petrovic's video. He was getting ready too. I quickly grabbed my ear piece and put it in my ear.

    "Stan?" I asked quietly. I didn't here anything.

    I watched the videos nervously and got up. I grabbed a gun. I checked the clip and shoved it in the back of my pants. I looked at Mitch and then quickly left the room. As long as he's asleep I'll be fine. I quickly went to the corner of the hall and waited for Weber to come out of his room. When he finally did he had two men along with himself come out of his room. I watched as they walked onto the elevator. I quickly followed after them getting on. The men smiled at me and I nodded stepping at the back behind them. I watched them carefully as they didn't say a word to each other.

    "Down or up?" Weber asked. "Up. 17th floor please." I said in a country accent.

    He nodded and pressed the 17th floor and then the 18th. He was getting off on the 18th. The elevator stopped at the floor above us and Petrovic got on with two other men squishing me at the back. I scrunched my face up and patiently waited so I could get off. When the elevator dinged and I had to shove my way off. As soon as the door closed I dashed towards the staircase and ran upstairs.

    I quickly ran onto the floor and hid where the ice maker machine was. The elevator dinged and I watched the men walk off. I slowly leaned my head and saw them walk into another room.

    "What the hell are they doing?" I mumbled to myself.

    I started walking down the hall and the door opened right next to the room. As a man slipped out I quickly slipped in closing the door. I grabbed a glass cup and pressed it against the wall. I have to listen to this the old fashion way. I barely made out some of the words.

    This cup shit only works in the movies. I sighed and closed my eyes. I tired concentrating on the voices. I heard the door knob jiggle. My eyes widened and I quickly dashed into the bathroom. I climbed into the tub and squatted down on the floor. The light turned on and I mentally cursed. God I really didn't want to have to hurt some one right now.

    The light turned off and I waited a few seconds. I heard the door of the room shut and I decided to come out. I silently opened the bathroom door and went towards the room door. I opened it and saw the man who stayed in this room.

    "Oh fuck." I mumbled. "You stole from my room!" He yelled. "Shh!" I said. "No you bitch. You stole!" He yelled again.

    I groaned and decked him in throat, before grabbing his hair and banging his head agaisnt the wall. He fell limp and I grunted as I struggled to carry his weight. I dragged him into his room and kicked the door shut. I plopped him on the floor and sighed.

    "If you only you didn't come back into your room. You would've been fine, but now you're going to wake up with a killer headache and you're going to wonder if me knocking you out was real." I said to the unconscious man on the floor.

    I walked towards his bed and grabbed the blanket. I threw it over the unconscious man and walked out the room. I walked towards the elevator. I needed to find out who else was in that room.

    I quickly rushed back to the room and silently made my way in. I closed the door and turned around. My face was met with the front of a gun.

    "Where the hell did you go?" Mitch growled. "Okay first get that damn thing out of my face." I stated while moving the gun away. "Our little friends just had a secret meeting and I think it wasn't just with themselves. There might be more people involved in this." I said while walking to the laptop.

    I sat down in the chair and immediately went into the hotel database. I searched the room number and quickly found the guest.

    "Anton Popov." I said. My eyes furrowed in confusion. "Wait that's the Russian general. What the hell is he doing here?" I asked. "Russia is bombing Dubai and blaming the U.S. of course he's going to be involved." Mitch said from right next to me. I sighed. "We haven't even been here for a day and everything's already this fucking complicated." I grumbled angrily.

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