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Misjudgment (A Mission Impossible: Fall Out)

Part Two:
"The name's August," He says.

"Wait a minute, are you August or are you Walker?"

"I'm August Walker,"

"August Walker, huh? You mind if I call you Auggie?" I ask.

"Well that depends,"

"Depends on what?" I ask as he slides his hands under my shirt, immediately getting what he was referencing.

"Sounds good to me, Auggie." I add.

"Good," he whispers into my ear, sending chills down my back.

**

A soft sigh leaves my lips as I throw my legs over the edge of the bed. I scan the bedroom floor for my bra and underwear.

"Leaving so soon? Are you one of those firm believes of one and done?" August asks.

I look over my shoulder and my rests on the shoulder I am looking over.

"No, but I'm pretty sure that Curtis and Ethan are looking for me." I say, sliding on my underwear.

"And what if they're not?" He asks.

I clip my bra together and am now in search of my shirt when I feel his warm hand on my back. I hum at the sensation and slowly turn around to face him. He holds the side of my face and presses a soft kiss on my lips. I immediately melt into the kiss and he walks me onto the bed once again. He pins my arms above my head with one hand and presses kisses down my neck. He uses the other hand to trail underneath my underwear.

"Y/N, are you in there?" Ethan asks through the door.

I glance up at August with an I-told-you look.

"Sorry," he mumbles.

I push him off of me and walk towards the door. I open the door and Ethan's eyes scanned my body quickly.

"Really, Y/N? Again?" He asks, referring to one time that I slept with a cute guy who was in the CIA.

Clearly I have a type.

"What, I was just having some fun." I say.

"Just put on some clothes and meet us downstairs. You too, Walker." He states before shaking his head at me and closing the door.

"'Again'?" Walker repeats.

"Don't worry about it," I say.

"Let's just say that I have a type," I add before sliding on my jeans.

"You have a type, huh? And what type is that?"

"Tall, thick, curly dark hair, light eyes, scratchy mustaches, CIA agent and extremely great in bed." I say seductively.

I bite my lip as he approaches me and walks me into the wall.

"Sounds like I'm the only one who perfectly matches said type,"

"Don't get too big of a head, would you?" I state, causing him to chuckle.

"You don't think Hunt would mind waiting a few more minutes would you?" He says, rubbing his lips along my jawline.

"Would you care if I said yes?"

"Nope," He says before lifting me onto the drawer of the hotel room.

**

August is a traitor, he is in alliance with Solomon on using the plutonium for terrorist purposes. Of course I had a fling with a terrorist. If anyone would, it would be me.

"Are you okay?" August says as he tucks a curl behind my ear.

I look up into his ocean blue eyes and saw a warm twinkle in them. How can a man like that beautiful be so heartless to be a terrorist? Or maybe he was faking it this entire time and only did it to get into my pants?

"Yeah, I-I'm fine." I say with a slight smile.

"You sure?"

I nod and he pecks my cheek before walking towards Ethan. A shaky breath leaves my lips and I run my fingers through my hair.

Benji had created a mask of Solomon's face so that when the Apostles came for him, they would get the fake Solomon instead of the real one. In the event of that happening, Ethan's suspicions about August were right. He was a terrorist and want to destroy the planet using plutonium.

Benji, Luther and Ethan all had August at gun point.

"There is nothing he can do, he's surrounded and he's not going anywhere." Ethan says.

"Are you sure about that?" August asks.

As soon as he says that, the soldiers that were sent in turned on us and started shooting. I take out my daggers and immediately start throwing them at their throats. There was a man holding Luther at gunpoint and I slice into his back muscles then snapped his neck.

"Thank y— watch out!" Luther states.

I duck just in time and slice through the soldier's stomach. I twist the blade before taking it out and watching him collapse with an umph. I continued to fight until I hear Ethan say:

"Don't let him get away!"

"I'm on it,"

I run after August and tackle him to the ground. I straddle his waist and take a knife from my back pocket to press it against his throat.

"Hm, now I thought that I was normally the one on top." He says with a grunt.

"Shut up,"

"You knew, didn't you? That I was who I was. How long have you known?"

"The past forty eight hours,"

"And you didn't bother to say anything?"

"It wasn't my place to," I say.

"So what? Are you going to kill me now?"

"If I have to, yeah."

"Then do it, slice into my throat. Kill me." He says, pressing his throat against my knife.

A trail of blood flows from a nick of the knife. I take away the knife with a gasp and he smiles widely.

"I knew it. You don't have the guts. But don't worry, I do." He says, gently taking away my knife from me.

"What do you say to being the most powerful woman in the world? One person that disrespects you disappears along with the rest of the continent. One continent gone just at the snap of your fingers?" He adds, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

"You're insane,"

"No, I just love power. I mean, who doesn't?"

"People how are happy and feel like they have a purpose in their lives." I answer.

"If you think about it, no one really has a purpose in their lives. It's not they can do such drastic things in a lifetime that last a little under a decade."

"Wow, you're a pessimist. What a surprise?" I state sarcastically.

"You say pessimist, I say realist. So what do you say, do you want to be my queen?" He asks as he lifts my chin up slightly.

"If you want to win me over, you're going to have to try a lot harder than that."

"Fine,"

Before I could even react, I feel a pinch on my neck.

"What the.." I trail off as I notice my vision starting to blur and my muscles weakening.

"You'll be my queen soon enough," was the last thing I hear before completely succumbing to my dark abyss of sleep.