Unlovable.- ethan hunt

four

One touch, one movement; last decision; one choice could save you in seconds. When Agents go on missions they do everything to make everyone believe something else. They're engaged on a vacation to Hawaii, their name is something that they'ver never heard of; they work for someone who has so much power one wrong move and you're dead on the spot. One touch can trap you in a world of confusion. It's the most hurtful and painful thing about being an Agent. You don't know what or who to believe. Your relationships break if you had any in the first place, and your feelings begin to diminish.

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   THE MORNING WAS COLD as the group left the Lane house. A perfect fit for such a beautiful emotionally drained pile of bricks. Scarlett still held her mother's blanket which was a soft quilt along with tassels. She still hadn't told Ethan or the others that it was her mothers, Ethan hadn't asked why she had taken it, but she was ready to say that she just really liked it. They were probably guessing Scarlett and the blanket had some kind of relation; no one was saying or asking anything. The loneliness kicked in again. It happened a lot when she was a kid, though she never wanted to meet her dad or know him, there was always something missing that she wanted. Abram's mother became very depressed in her later years, leaving her to defend for herself. The cold sweats and screams were vivid, she had done this last night; Ethan had comforted her. Scarlett didn't know if it was anxiety or stress, but whenever she held that blanket it made her feel so safe yet alone. She hadn't found out her father was a criminal until she walked into a secret agent signing. There was a poster of a man on the wall. At the time he was young, a beard; no grey yet. The last name 'Lane' and so, therefore, Scarlett went from Scarlett Lane to Scarlett Abrams. Her mother's maiden name didn't seem like an ideal choice but they searched everything in your life, and you had to have some connection. She prayed they wouldn't find anything on her father if the posters were true, and they didn't. Turns out that Scarlett's so-called father didn't even exist. The mother had adopted according to records, she had always wondered if her mother knew or it just happened. Scarlett Abrams was lucky the IMF hadn't found anything. The job was a way out for her, but now everything changed. Scarlett's jobs changed from habit, an instinct to personal life issues; against protocol. She realized now that this wasn't her mission, it was always their mission. Ethan's mission, Benji's mission. Scarlett was the target, the inside information, someone had to have known.

   Ethan taking Scarlett by the arm guided her to a black panel van. The car they had taken yesterday was beside Luna, Miller along with Ilsa sat inside of it. Benji was in the driver's seat of the van. They all ignored her, Ilsa stared mostly because Scarlett was still wearing her boots. Scarlett could guess why she was like this, why Ilsa was Ilsa. She couldn't guess the tough life part that wouldn't be right, but she could guess her work life and her relationships. British intelligence; given by her accent. Assigned to help Ethan Hunt, most likely to help the Americans, wife; ex-wife maybe. Judging by her furrowed brows, frown, yet angry sassy disposition Ilsa was jealous or sad to let Hunt go. This wasn't all correct, but how much of it was? Scarlett dove first into the van sitting in the back, Ethan chased after her which was a surprise. Benji was talking to Alan Hunley on the phone; Scarlett had never talked to him he was too intimidating. Ethan asked questions about the mission, aware that Scarlett was listening, Ethan leaned forward into Benji so they could whisper to each other. Scarlett was terrible at reading lips, terrible at most things spies were supposed to be adequate at. For now, Scarlett ignored her curious mind and went back to cuddling with her blanket. She knew the dangers of being curious. They were probably more frightened of her being curious then she was of herself.