Run and Hide (Agent 47 x Reader)

Chapter 7: Counting

"Why?" She asks.

"Why do you want to go back to that country? I believe they are still searching you right now but more thoroughly now that he wants you dead." Her tone begins to reveal the stress that weights upon her shoulders knowing this.

"Why does he want that?"

"Hell if I know. I just learn this info months back. Desperate to find and warn you to know the punk is alive. But here you are convenient." Michelle juts her arms out to prove a point about your presence.

"He just doesn't like you that we are both aware. And simply took you in because you're useful."

"And that is how I met you." Unable to hold back you cracked out a smile.

"Don't get sappy with me." She groans covering her eyes with an open hand that is not containing a cig.

"I'm happy to see you again. You're family to me you know." Pushing it on to annoy her.

"Hold it! Don't!" Pointing her cancer stick at you half-threatening.

"Mom please?"

The last phrase she faces palmed, in reality, she literally slaps herself, lets out a half scream she pushes your stool between your leg at a bar to make some distance. As her left arm went limp at her side. Rubbing her face and pinching the bridge of her nose resumes speaking.

"How many times I told you NOT to call me that?"

Pouting out your lower lip making a sad expression with puppy-like eyes she seems to be ready to tell you off but holds her tongue back this time around. Putting the chair away she stands next to an empty closet, that is on her left. With a large drawer at the base pulling out the only one and lifting up a loose wooden board away reveals a hole in your view. She ushers you to get in first.

Slowing crawled in making sure your feet touch the ground while Michelle assisted bringing your belonging through the small space. She followed pursuit as well. Bits of dirt walls scattered and dust clouds ups due to her wiggling the drawer back in. With a rope attached to the back of the drawer, she drags it back at the same time with the board that fit in like a puzzle piece.

Cutting off the remaining sunlight that peers through the filthy residue stained window. There are the sounds of scratching of a gritted wheel and stone. It flashes before you, blinding the eyes that then have to ajust. Her lighter lit the way on this cave that shows history it is dug out many years before.

Leading the way down the tunnels there are fork ways before the two creating unease upon you. But to the battle harden woman it is instinct and a routine. Sifting each path swiftly. Until the footsteps pat the hard dirt now became sharper yet soft taps on the stone flooring.

Pressing the keypad with her thumb each button sinks inward to signal an input making a line of numbers. Disguised as simplified stars.

The metal door lets out a click swinging slightly ajar. Upon entering you close the door behind you and lights blinding white flickers on. Turning around to see Michelle switched a lever down. Revealing a metal door with no openings but locks to slides bars to input in case of intrusions.

The room is a safehold containing shelves filled with supplies of medical and food. And other things for a living to be made.

"You can stay here as long as you like if you're not annoying me. And don't use your fancy toys here the connection is goddamn horrible. It will only get us attention then protection."

She tosses you a pillow and blanket that you barely catches due to attention is focused on analyzing the secret hideout.

"Let's give you a tour." Her sarcasm is on the nose at this rate. But curiosity fuels you to know more and how this place works nonetheless.

"The bathroom is on your right at this corner here." Opening the door to surprising see a functioning fully develop restroom. And then opens another to see more backup supplies in the corner.

"Just to let you know that this place has so many secrets passages to escape that I have to write down two pages."

You stared blankly not believing a single word knowing her over the years.

"I'm not shitting you I have it right here." She pulled out the folded yellow papers to see that indeed it is true. But the majority is instructions and locations to escape properly using them."

Taking a skim through. You looked up back at her again curiously on why she has this on her person. Which she raises her hands in defense. Feeling judged.

"Don't look at me like that. You should already know it is a must for me to have notes or sticky to remember anything."

Base on memory and recollecting there have been instances she gets yelled at by the boss for leaving possible evidence behind due to having a poor memory. Sadly you as well have this issue from time to time.

"Question." There is little to know or wish to know anymore. Due to the feeling, all the required knowledge is accessed. But it does not harm to ask.

"Shoot." Misha already left to the shelves calculating the supplies leftover.

"How do you kill time?"

She turned back at you with a bored expression, "Counting."

"Counting the days, counting the cans of food, counting how long supplies will run out." The list goes on from this one simple action as you stand there listening to it all impressively.

She finishes all off with this.

"Just counting. That's all."