Very very short prologue, but I hope it sounds interesting enough!

And nope, I still don't own them :(



Hushed whispers surrounded Ethan, sounds that he could not see the source of. The hands that gripped his arms were tight and pulled him along roughly. He wished they hadn't put the bag over his head but he knew that if he refused, things would get a whole lot worse. He stumbled over some uneven ground, much to the apparent dislike of his captor, and he felt his arm tugged on even harder. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs and his breathing was shaky as he was led around a corner. Listening carefully, he heard what sounded like a large door being opened before he was shoved forwards.

"Ah, Agent Hunt." The voice sounded like it came from all different directions, however when the bag was pulled from his head, he saw the source. Standing a few meters in front of him, was the man Ethan recognised to be the target from their previous mission. Frank Richmond was known to be brutal in his out-of-business-hours dealings, but this was taking the cake. Glancing around, Ethan spotted at least five armed men aiming their guns at him, not to mention the three standing across the room. These men, however, were not aiming their guns at Ethan. In front of each of them sat a figure, all three were tied to chairs with bags over their heads. Ethan forced his gaze away from them and looked back to Richmond, who was staring at him with a malicious smile. "So glad you came."

"Not like I had a choice." Ethan retorted, flicking his gaze between each of the goons encircling him. "What is it you want?"

"Cutting right to the chase, I do like that Ethan." Richmond stepped towards him. "I can call you Ethan, can't I? Of course I can. Now, I know that you and your team completed a job recently. Your meddling has caused me some serious trouble and, well, that's not very convenient now, is it?" The tone in his voice taunted Ethan and his icy coldness sent a chill down the agent's spine. "Now I am willing to let this little occurrence slip under the radar, but you have to do something for me. A little job of my own. You do this and none of this ever happened."

Ethan looked back to the three hostages behind Richmond. "How do I know you're not lying?" he asked, staring directly into his captor's eyes. "How can I trust you?"

"You don't know. But I'm not."

"Before I agree to anything, I want proof." Richmond considered Ethan's demand before nodding slightly. He turned to the men behind the hostages, pointing at each one in turn and speaking to them in French. A few moments later, Ethan saw the bags pulled off the hostages' heads and underneath was the dreaded truth that Ethan feared. His stomach dropped at the sight and he clenched his teeth together as he tried to collect his thoughts, which had become a mess in a matter of seconds. Turning back to face Richmond, he nodded. "Ok. What do you want from me?"


Well? Sounding ok so far? Hope so!

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