Agent 3

Part 16:

Three:

We finally left the hospital after I had words with one of the doctor's.

By had words with I meant I threatened him in many colourful ways.

And then he very kindly told Mark that it was completely ok to go back to the house.

"I'm going out. I need a drink." I said walking down the stairs in a pair of black cargo pants and a white tank top.

I knew that the scar could be seen. But in that moment I couldn't care less.

They knew what happened with Vengaza they just don't know full details.

"Ah great I'll come with you. I fancy a beer." Mark smiled at me smugly as if he knew exactly what I was doing.

Asshole.

"Alone!" I walked towards the door glaring at Mark.

"What's the issue? I just fancy a drink. We don't even have to talk." His voice had hints of mock in it and it was really annoying me.

Could this man just let me do what I needed to do?

"I would like to have a drink. Alone. Meaning you not being there."

"Well I'm coming so suck it up."

You know what fine.

Fine.

Fine.

He could come, maybe he would come in handy, my leg was still a little sore.

I growled at him walking towards the car, he smiled smugly as he got in.

I grinned back as I pulled a bag from the back placing it on my lap.

I handed him two pistols, taking two out for myself along with a few knives placing them either in my boots or waist band. He gave me a look before turning to get out the car.

Locking the doors, I shook my head at him in a mocking way.

"You wanted to come. So seems as you're here might as well make yourself useful." I started driving towards town.

"You said we were going to a bar!" He crossed his arms over his chest after placing the pistols in his waistband too.

"We are."

"I hate you." He muttered staring out the window.

I scoffed, the rest of the drive was in silence.

"There will be less guards here tonight. But still a good few, the pistols have tranquilizers in them so don't waste them it will take a few seconds to knock them over. Do not kill them unless you absolutely have to. Ok?" My voice was more serious now as I faced Mark

"Why can't we kill them? I mean I'd prefer not to kill them but I'm intrigued as to why." Mark gave me a questioning look.

"I don't have an issue with Dean's men and killing them is pointless. We will only kill them if necessary which at the moment it isn't. Plus Dean would be massively pissed if we killed his men where as I'm just gonna piss him off a little bit." I smirked at him getting out the car.

Walking up to the bar I swung the door open seeing a fairly big group of people sitting, drinking and chatting.

They needed to leave. How could I-

My eyes land on a glass. I picked it up smashing it on the ground holding one of the pistols so it was visible. Most people turned to look at me, confusion soon turning to terror as they saw the gun.