Unlovable.- ethan hunt

three

   Once you lose trust you lose everything. Hope, freedom, some way; any way to get out of it. The hardest part of every agent's job is that everyone has fears, regrets, secrets. Dark secrets. Once the agents lose everything, once they point that loaded gun at them, they will tear them apart. They will reach deep into their hearts, ripping it to pieces. Getting every bit of information they can. The agents can resist, but in the end, they always break them. That's not anyone's fault. They think IMF agents have no emotion. IMF agents fake it, they don't know the emotion yet. They obey orders like a guinea pig. Like a test rat in a cage just running around doing its own shit. The CIA, whoever runs IMF agents will never know how it feels. They will always blame it on the agents for the gun because they don't know who to blame. Because they don't know how it feels to have a gun to their head. Once you get to that point they won't know whether to respect, fear, or run away from the now rogue agents. The agents are never able to run because they will always be trapped. If not literally, then you're trapped from yourself. Your thoughts on repeat in your head. There until they drive you crazy. If you're lucky you'll meet someone. Anyone who is nice enough to save you. To help you, raise you from the dead. If you're lucky enough you can find someone to love, someone to hold close. Because in a world like this, you have to hold onto something, anything.

~~~

   SCARLETT ABRAMS stared at the ground beneath her, Miller pointing the gun to her head, while she thought about taking one more look at Ethan Hunt. Scarlett had broken her promise. She didn't know why she wanted to, for some reason he was different. Different than the rest, more promising, Ethan looked like the loner to her. Scarlett related to a lot Ethan did or said. Yet right now her face stuck to staring at the floor careful not to move. Miller's hands shook, his finger on the trigger. Miller had never fucking shot a gun before, that's what made him scared. Miller had never used a gun, Miller was scared, and he was ready to fire the trigger. He wasn't really scared of death or Scarlett Abrams. Miller was mostly scared that he was ready to shoot Solomon Lane's daughter. 

   Ethan's hands raised to the air, showing Miller his palms. His soft creased palms. Scarlett couldn't see what was happening. She didn't dare to look up, unlike Miller Scarlett didn't actually want to die. Yet she wasn't a coward, she hoped she wasn't. 

   "Miller put the gun down."

   Miller shook his head towards Ethan, Miller didn't take his eyes off Scarlett. Ethan stayed calm at this point he wasn't sure who to be afraid of. Ethan didn't feel anything for Scarlett, they had just met. Ethan had hated Solomon Lane, and he didn't know if that would change the way he saw Scarlett. However, if anything was to happen with Scarlett, Ethan knew what he had to do, even if he didn't like it. Though half of the time Ethan didn't follow rules, that's not very Ethan Hunt now is it.

   "How do we not know she's a traitor?"

   Miller had stated a good point. Scarlett, that badass bitch was a stranger. They didn't trust her, they didn't have to. Her goddamn father is Solomon Lane! Scarlett seemed confused though, she knew partly her father, but she had never met him. Never even saw what he looked like. She didn't want to know though, she knew everything he had done. Ethan knew Miller was right, he had no proof stating that Scarlett is not a traitor. Ilsa now stood with Luna and Benji by the door, they knew the plan now. Ethan realized that now, he had been outsmarted. One step behind, how the fuck did that happen? The computer parts were packed up, Ilsa looked very mad; probably over the fact that Scarlett had stolen her boots. Luna looked okay, she kind of rolled with the flow. Ethan's hands dropped, realizing that he was no match for these agents. He obeyed lining next to everyone in front of the door.