Tainted ~Mitch Rapp

07

    Mitch and I sat on pool chairs by the big pool. Petrovic, Weber, Popov and some other guy were currently sitting in a secluded area.

    "Baldwin Fischer. German army general. Hey if Russia's going to war with the U.S. why not team up with Germany too." I mumbled while staring at the laptop screen.

    I saw Baldwin get up. I closed my laptop screen and got off the pool chair.

    "Where are you going?" Mitch asked. "Baldwin's moving. I'm following. I want his attention." I said. "For what? The point of this is to eliminate the target without them knowing who we are." He said. "How do expect to get them alone when they're surrounded by guards?" I asked while walking away.

    I walked over to where I saw Baldwin. I caught the eyes of many people. Lots of men stared me down. I smirked and swayed my hips a little more. I walked to the bar and smiled at the bar tender.

    "Hi. Can I get Malibu with cranberry juice?" I asked. He nodded.

    I turned my head slightly and noticed Baldwin staring at me. I smiled and turned to him.

    "Hi." I said politely. He smirked. "What's a gorgeous girl like you doing here by yourself?" He asked.

    As much as I wanted to cringe and roll my eyes, I didn't. I just smiled and flipped my hair.

    "Just needed a break looking for some fun." I said flirtatiously. He smirked and licked his lips. "Well I could show you a nice time." He said while wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh really now." I said while leaning towards him. He smirked. "Why don't you come to a club tonight. I could show you some fun." He said. I smiled. "What club?" I asked. "Escape. Eight o'clock." He said. I smiled and took my drink. "I'll see you then." I said with a smirk before walking away.

    I went straight to Mitch and sat down. His jaw was clenched.

    "What the fuck was that?" He snapped. "It's called eliminating the target, by tonight we'll have one of the four of them dead." I stated while laying on the chair.

    I put the sunglasses on my face and just smiled. "Now I'm going to relax and tan. Might as well enjoy my time in Dubai." I said.

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   I straightened my hair and smiled in the mirror once I was done. I fixed my top and checked my outfit in the mirror. I was wearing blue skinny jeans a read tank top and black heeled boots. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Mitch cleaning his gun. I grabbed mine and checked the clip making sure it was fully loaded before sticking it in the back of my pants. I grabbed my two throwing knives and stuck one in each boot.

    "Stan's going to be staying outside the club just in case anything goes wrong, which most of the time they do." Mitch said while tugging on his bomber jacket. I shook my head. "Mitch you know you're a very optimistic person." I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes. "Let's go." He said.

    I followed him out the room and into the elevator. The elevator soon got crowded and I was pushed between two men that couldn't keep their eyes off of my breasts. I clenched my jaw and rolled my eyes. I looked towards Mitch who had two woman on his arms staring him down like he was a piece of candy. He kept his face straight and tense. His eyes caught sight of me and I smirked and wiggled my eyebrows causing him to roll his eyes. The elevator dinged and Mitch and I got off quickly. As I walked off I felt a strong slap on my ass. I screamed loudly and turned punching the man in the throat. He choked and fell back.

    "Touch me again and I'll make sure you don't live to see another day." I growled before stomping off.

    I glared at Mitch who simply stood watching me with an amused expression.

    "A gentleman would help a lady." I stated while fixing my leather jacket. "You seem to have everything under control." He said

    I rolled my eyes and walked towards the lobby where Stan was seated. He looked at us and got up walking out of the hotel. After a few mintues Mitch and I followed out and got into the car this time I got into the front.

    "You guys know that you have to portray a couple." Stan said once we got in. "What do you want us to do kiss and hold hands?" I asked. "Yeah." Stan said. I scoffed. "I'd be a bad a wife then." I said. "Why?" He asked. "Cause I was flirting with Baldwin today." I said while typing the address into the GPS. "What?" Stan asked. "How do you think I know he's going to be there tonight. Sometimes an assassin as to get dirty." I said with a smirk.

    Stan glared at me and I noticed Mitch glaring as well. Why the hell was Mitch glaring I don't know.

    We arrived at the club and easily got it. Stan agreed to stay parked a little ways away. The club was filled with loud music,  belly dancers, people dancing and the smell of hookah. Mitch and I immediately sat next to open pipe. He stared at the crowd. I sighed and scooted closer to him.

    "Mitch the whole point of being undercover is blending in. Who goes to hookah club and doesn't smoke hookah." I said while grabbed a pipe. "This isn't time to have fun." Mitch snapped in a monotone. I took a drag from the pipe, inhaling the sweet smelling substance. I then blew it out slowly. The smoking going his face. He glared at me. "It's called blending in." I stated while getting up. "Now I'm going to find the target." I said before walking away from him.

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Tiffany is super bad ass without even trying.