𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ➤ [ 𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝 ]

9

song- game of survival
by
Ruelle

MY EYES scan around the busy streets, my hands slightly clammy as I take a sip of my drink.

Currently, Mitch and I are sat at a restaurant of which I can't pronounce the name of.

Sharif, aka our target, should be here any moment as expected, and well, Mitch and I intend to nail him.

Stan and Victor are scattered around the area, within a close radius of us, them being oue backup and helping us complete this mission.

My eyes land on Mitch, him looking slightly calm, though slightly agitated as he bounces his knee up and down, his hand gripping the glass filled with liquid, his eyes roaming the streets.

"This is our first mission together." I tell him, trying te ease him slightly, at this, Mitch's eyes meet mine, "guess it is." He mumbles quietly, nodding as his head ,eyes scanning the road again.

"I saw you in Stan's office before we left." Mitch speaks up, my head snapping in his direction, my eyes widening. I bite my lip anxiously, my heart slightly pounding as guilt raises up like bile in my throat. Why did I have to be so curious to go and search through Mitch's personal life?

"What were you doing in there?" He gazes at me slightly, making brief eye contact before he diverts his attention again.

"Hurley asked me to fetch something." I lie, brushing some hair from my face, trying to stay stoic.

Mitch only nods, not saying anything, which gives me the impression that he doesn't believe me.

"He's here." Mitch mumbles after a few seconds of silence, almost incoherently as I move my eyes toward the road, a black Mercedes Benz parked up front.

The driver, dressed in all black, exits the driver's side of the car, moving around.

"Lead," Mitch speaks in his earpiece, "your friend's arriving now." I'm assuming that he's talking to Victor.

My eyes stay on the road, as I try calming my nerves down noticing another vechile, a Jeep, coated in dark green, parks in front of the Mercedes, MPs exiting, guns in hand, clad in a military unifrom.

"Fuck." I curse silently, knowing that this won't be as easy as I thought it would be.

Mitch says something into the earpiece, but I don't comprehend, knowing that he is propably informing Stan and Victor about our current situation.

"Stan'll take care of the MPs." Mitch tells me as I nod, my eyes set on the Mercedes, widening slightly when Sharif exits the car.

I follow the piece of shit, seeing him enter the bar across the street from Mitch and  I, dissapearing out of our site.

"Stan needs to move his ass." I whisper harshly, my eyes skimming over to Mitch as he only nods, his face void of emotion.

After several minutes, we finally get confirmation from Stan that the MPs are taken care of, this being Mitch and I's cue to take care of Sharif.

"C'mon." Mitch instructs, getting up from his seat, me following his orders.

He drops a couple of bucks on the table, then immediately he starts walking ,me catching up, taking a stance next to him.

Suddenly, a hand interlocks with my hand, making me glance down.

Mitch's fingers are interwined with mine and I can't help but blush at the small gesture.

"We need to be in love, remember." He mumbles toward me, making me nod, pushing down the butterflies as I interlock my fingers with his.

The plan was that Mitch and I should play lovers, suggested by Hurley. It only makes us seem less like assassins.

Mitch and I cross the road, entering the bar, Mitch letting go of my hand as I silently sigh, missing his touch.

What the fuck is wrong with you Nicole?

Mitch sets himself down on an empty chair, me placing myself down next to him as my eyes land on Sharif standing by the bar, a drink in hand.

A man stands next to him, clad in black.

"Victor." Mitch nods over to Victor entering the bar, him obviously spotting Sharif. He makes his way toward him, but does not come far as the man clad in black turns around, nearing Victor.

In a matter of seconds, it all goes downhill as Victor collapses to the ground, the man who neared him having a gun in his hand.

Mitch immediately sprints up, me copying his actions, my eyes trained on the unknown man.

He immediately spots Mitch and I, pointing his gun at us, setting off a few shots.

I duck quickly, Mitch doing the same.

My hand grips the gun situated underneath my jacket, my eyes searching for the man who tried to shot us a few seconds prior.

The people swarm around the bar in a frenzy, immediately wanting to escape, this only making it harder for me to find my target.

My eyes move over to Mitch, seeing him bending over someone as I quickly make my way to him, a gasp escaping me as Victor lays on the ground motionless, his eyes wide open.

"Oh god." Mitch snaps his attention toward me before speaking into his earpiece, telling Stan that Victor is dead.

I crouch down, my gun still in hand as I close Victor's eyes with my fingers, my heart saddening slightly.

Sure, I didn't know Victor all that well, and I did think he was an asshole, but he still doesn't deserve to die.

"Pleoh." My eyes snap toward Mitch, his voice raised over the loud noise of people still running around like maniacs, "let's go catch this piece of shit."

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A/n

Hope you enjoyed XD

sorry for the cringey writing, I'm not so happy with this chapter welppp