Run and Hide (Agent 47 x Reader)

Chapter 7: Counting

It was a tall wooden stool, that you hop on feeling awkward due to the elevation is higher than her seat. Forcing you to stare her down physically.

"You came crawling back for help?"

"Sadly yes."

"Well go get help elsewhere! You disappointed me already. Go scram!"

You stood up and turn to the only door of this cramp musty room.

"For fucks sakes, sit your ass back here! I was joking!"

Which that you do so have gone back to square one with this lady. You're for sure she actually means it.

"So what do you want?"

"Going back to America."

"You mad or what?!"

"I believe I will survive better there."

"Hell no, you won't. I'm surprised you are still existing, but America they have that legend of a baldie dude in that Corporation, the damn ICA. Don't forget about the others, a bunch of criminals popping in and out of the borders. Even the damn police, a good number of them are no good just as bad. The laws are completely different as well from what I'm familiar with!"

"How is this related?" You questioned hesitantly.

"THAT FUCKER OF A LEADER WANTS YOU DEAD! DEAD I TELL YOU."

Shushes her to calm down, and out of habit take out a reader detected for anything suspicious. Nothing is picking up on the green screen.

"Shitty habit you have."

"Not like you with alcohol. Or cigarettes," you added the last phrase when taking note of the mess made mostly of glass bottles, cans, and boxes of cigarette brands."

She pulls in an drag and blows where you sit causing a coughing fit from the smell of crappy nicotine stick.

"Better safe-" getting cut off by Michelle who finishes your sentence.

"Than sorry. I know your motto, but have you ever thought of others picking up your signal?."

"Oh."

Your response does not please her getting a smack on the side of your head.

"You need to plan ahead more, besides just thinking! If you get too scared than how will you learn or do anything at all!"

"Misha, I know. Sorry about that."

"Bull!" She continues to berate you scoldingly.

"After all these years and not a single visit! You ungrateful brat!"

The thread within the bits of patience thins out and snaps from the treatment and response from this conversation. Causes you to raise your voice at her.

"I don't know where you went! The team departed so soon! It's not my fault I got caught and getting us found! It was never fully me at fault here. So would you please quit dumping all the blame on me!"

The heated tension resided as the two calms down finishing one another's venting. The silence that is acquired is savored to recollect thoughts and sound minds. Michelle took another breathe taking in the smoke and let it bellows out slowly.

"Hey. Why didn't you remove that? You're no longer belong to that cursed place." Michelle leans forward with an expectancy of an answer that will not piss her off this time.

"Because you made this tattoo for me." That is it. Short and simple

That is when her demeanor changed very subtle, but it is clear she soften up in some form leans the entire seat back with her body to the wall to take another drag following with a swig of low-quality beer from a canteen.