dark corners of the cruel world▪mitch rapp

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The dark haired girl returned to her room late that night. She ran through the whole area of the camp, even reached out of the borders. Everything seemed to bother her, even though she rarely gave a damn about other people. She was really irritated by Mitch Rapp. She walked into the room and shut the door behind her, making sure it was loud enough to wake Mitch. He shot up from his bed, aiming his gun at her head. She smiled and put her hands up in surrender. "It's me." Alexa said. He sighed and lowered his gun, running a hand through his hair.

"Where have you been until now?" Mitch asked her, taking a glance at the watch on his nightstand. It was half past one in the morning. She shrugged, walking up to her bed and laying down on her stomach. She let out a groaning sound as she stretched her sore limbs.

"I've been running." She replied to his question, turning her head to look at him. "Sorry I woke you up."

"No you're not." He huffed. She smiled at him and sat up in the bed taking a pack of cigarettes from her

The woman blew out all the smoke, playing with the cigarette between her fingers. "Because I dont like to sleep." She answered, standing up to open the window so the smell of cigarettes is less noticeable if Hurley walks in. She propped her elbows on the wooden window frame, her gaze lost somewhere outside.

"And why is that?" He asked, moving to stand beside her. "You have nightmares?" He asked her as she licked her lips, slightly chapped from the smoke. They still looked soft, though, a light shade between pink and red. Her eyes glimmered in the dark, but the meaning of her gaze was still straight forward and stern.

"No, I just like to be on alert." She replied, flicking the end of her cigarette, letting the ash get carried away by the wind. "It is none of your business anyways, Rapp. Don't let yourself care." She ran her free hand through her dark brown hair, helping Mitch notice it wasn't in a ponytail anymore. The scent of the shampoo stuck in her hair waved over Mitch's senses, making him take in a deep breath of her smell.

"I dont. I'm just curious. You're not the only one being professional here." He explained. "I understood you, you dont want anybody to slow you down in doing your job." He looked in her eyes as a smile spread across her face, it was a wry one, the one she wore most often.

"I almost feel sorry that I can't do anything with you, baby." She chuckled, patting his cheek and throwing the cigarette out the window. "But don't think I like you. You're a pain in the ass."

Mitch shook his head, wearing a barely visible smirk on his lips. "I dont like you either, dont worry." He replied. "Can't really like my rival, can I?" He asked her and she raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, so that is how we're going to be like, huh?" She laughed. "Fine. But I have to warn you that I'm going to make you know who's the boss around here." She went to sit on her bed, pulling the covers over her legs. He watched her sink deeper under the sheets, soon completely covered with them.

"Sure, whatever makes you sleep at night, kitten." He replied, laying back in his bed and turning his back to her. Nobody said anything else and they soon fell asleep to the faint chirping sound of crickets. Their sleep luckily passed undisturbed, ending early in the morning as morning sunshine poured through the open window.

Even though the night had been peaceful, Stan came barging into their room like they were teenagers being late for school. "Wake the fuck up!" He yelled, banging his fist on Mitch's headboard. The sleeping man jumped immediately, managing to find balance on his feet. Alexa, however, just groaned and slightly moved around in bed.

Hurley took out his gun and cocked it, waking her up immediately. She jumped from her bed, twisting his hand in an instant, the gun falling to the ground with a loud thump. The man grunted stumbling backwards, but staying on his feet as he succeeded in maintaining some balance. She took in a deep breath, looking between Stan and Mitch.