"Don't let it get personal!"
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23 year old Lydia Martin has been partnered up with assassin Mitch Rapp to take down a weapons trade that's happening in Dublin. But when shit goes down, It's Lydia that's left to pick up the pieces.
As mortal enem...
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'Regression to the mean: a bit of a technical term of the saying things will always even out. So no matter how bad things get, or how bad things get, or how good...They will always go back to the middle'
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When the two of them walked into work today, neither of them had the intentions of leaving for Dublin that night.
"You have to be kidding me" Mitch shouted punching the wall, "I thought this was finished? I thought I was able to go now, escape?"
"You know acting like a kid about it Mitch won't help any-"
"So the mute talks!"
"ENOUGH! Look, you either go to Dublin or a send Martin on her own and if she dies it's you that's being locked up Mitch!" Irene shouted at him, "The flight is at seven tonight, go if you wish. You know what will happen if you don't though"
"Good luck partner" Lydia smirked leaving the room, "You'll fucking need it"
