Agent 3

Part 17:

Mark:

"Stay out here! Do not come in! I mean it." Three pointed her finger in my face.

"What are you going to do?" I tried to hide the concern in my voice.

She was scaring me a little.

She said that she was going to 'get some answers' but Dean doesn't seem like the chatty type meaning she was going to have to...persuade him.

I didn't have an issue with that. I mean everyone has had to do it.

But Three isn't everyone.

I feared for Dean was all I was gonna say.

I only nodded at her as she walked into his office shutting the door.

I genuinely didn't think she was human.

The girl had just got out of hospital after having three broken ribs, a hole in her leg, a dislocated knee and multiple cuts and heavy bruising.

And now she had just been hit against a wall multiple times and punched in the face by massive men who could throw damn good punches.

How was she still functioning?

I swore when we left here I was going to lock her in the house! She was not leaving that house until she has had proper time to heal! I didn't care what she said or threatened she was not going on another mission until-

A loud scream echoed out of the office. Bringing me out of my thoughts I looked at the door.

Should I have gone in?

No, Three would have literally killed me.

The screams carried on.

Why did I care what happened to Three?

I didn't know her like that.

I honestly couldn't explain it but I had this weird protective feeling towards her.

Listening to all the shit she had been through made me want to kill everyone who was involved.

Her own brother.

I couldn't imagine ever turning on my sister for anything. Nothing she could do would make me turn on her like that.

I mean he sat back and let his one sister be tortured and his other killed.

Three really reminded me of Nikita.

Snippy, strong willed, annoying as hell but most of all her obsession with not letting others get hurt.

Three may think we didn't realise that she did it but I did.

She constantly put herself at more risk to help keep us away from it.

Maybe that's why I felt protective.

Three didn't have her brother to protect her when she needed him and I couldn't protect Nikita when she needed me.

Maybe that was my way to make up for my mistakes.

If that was even possible.

"Let's go." Three's voice was as empty and emotionless as when we had first met.

I jumped not realising she was there.

"What happened?" My eyes widened when I looked at her.

Her white tank top had blood all over it and her hands were also covered. She also had a small cut on her cheek.

What did she do?

"I got what I needed. Now let's go." She turned walking off.

What the hell was that? Was that a scar?