Hi all! This is my first MI fanfic, so here goes! Will definitely involve lots of whump, mostly involving Ethan, but probably the rest of the gang too. Enjoy!
The mission was simple. Well, simple for this IMF team, anyways.
Ethan, Benji, and Brandt were on a plane to Russia. Their mission was to track down a notorious drug dealer, who'd gotten his hands into the world of nuclear explosives and was a little to ambitious for the IMF's liking. Their intel had told them that he had plans to start distributing the plutonium in one week and their mission was to stop him and find out who had supplied him the plutonium in the first place. But, the guy seemed like an amateur, albeit a dangerous one, but none of the trio was too worried.
Benji was typing on a computer, intently staring at the bright screen. Ethan glanced at him and then at Brandt who was sleeping soundly one row ahead.
He glanced down at his watch and frowned slightly.
"Benji," he whispered, not wanting to wake Brandt, "shouldn't we be there by now?"
Benji frowned looking at his own watch.
"Yeah, you're right." He glanced out the window at the land below and shrugged. "Shoulda been 15 minutes ago. Maybe there was a delay for some reason?"
Ethan felt his stomach stir. Something felt off.
He stood up, putting a hand on Benji's shoulder.
"I'll go check with the pilots."
Benji nodded, suddenly feeling a creeping concern too.
Ethan walked down the narrow airplane and knocked on the door to the cockpit, looking through the small window.
The co-pilot looked back at Ethan, a smile on his face. Ethan looked slightly to the left at the pilot and saw that he was slumped over. With wide eyes, Ethan saw a wetness on the carpet below. He frantically tried pulling the door open as the man stood up, standing face to face with only the window in between them.
"Ethan, what is it?"
He heard Benji approach and Brandt stirring, but all he could do was stare at the man. He'd never met him before but he couldn't help but feel he was someone very dangerous.
He was a taller man and very muscular. He was dressed cleanly, and looked like he'd more likely be seen working on wall street.
He smiled at Ethan before he grabbed what looked like a gas mask and slowly put in on. Ethan blinked, trying to comprehend what was happening as he watched the man move something in his hand. It looked like a button and Ethan knew exactly what it was for.
Ethan turned, panicked, towards Benji and Brandt.
"Oxygen masks! Now!"
They all scrambled for masks but Ethan knew it was too late. He could see the cabin filling up with some kind of gas and knew it was either going to kill them all or knock them out. He hoped it was the latter.
In a last feeble attempt to grab the mask, Ethan stumbled, feeling the plane's floor beneath his knees. He slowly raised his head up, watching as the man walked towards him, gas mask still on.
He looked up at the man, feeling a sudden surge of hatred towards him.
Then he felt a vicious punch to the face and everything went black.
Thanks for reading! I'll try to keep this updated as often as I can. :)