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Agent Trevor Hanaway was not a happy camper.

He was happy to be alive yes, but he was not without irritation at being excluded from the mission that the other members of his team were currently on. Yes, he had had 3 bullets extracted from his upper torso and nearly bled out, but only being able to listen in from a safe house was uselessly mundane.

The only reason he was listening in in the first place, which was a break in policy, was because he had successfully guilt tripped Benji into giving a communicator to him. And while Hanaway would feel bad about doing so, he had to be involved in some sense and he knew that Benji respected that, relieving some of the bad feelings he had about making Benji involve him.

Jane was not pleased about the situation, but he threw in random comments when he could to distract her. He and Benji would banter, she would fake annoyance. But she was glad he was still here, that much was certain. He sighed deeply, leaning back against the pillows he had and ignoring the twinge in his shoulder. From what Benji had shared due to his tendency to overshare, she had taken his near death hard.

It could be rationalized as her being the team leader and failing him, but it seemed more personal than. He had ignored the implications of that and would continue to do so until he was fit enough to confront her directly. As he had learned previously, she would strike out when cornered and doing anything of the sort while injured was just asking for trouble.

So, while irritated, he sat back and listened to the mission to extract an asset commence. At some point he knew he was going to have to be quiet and quit talking, but until then he tried to become a docile bystander even though that label had never applied.

It did help that Jane was irritated as well, walking through a sewer. Then again, he almost wished he could be doing it for her.

Agent Ethan Hunt, who was in theory a former agent but was actually an undercover agent, was content. Most would not find a Russian prison to be a situation that they could enjoy or find themselves comfortable in, but Hunt was not most people. He engaged when necessary, but for the most part kept his head down while collecting information. It was not the most glamorous work, but it was predictable and helped to keep his mind off other things.

An alarm went off on his hall, he ignored it. Despite the rigorous nature of the institution, prisoners tried to escape or cause violence. Alarms were not common, but still occurred. It did not apply to him though and was no concern.

Throwing the rock at the wall, he knew the angle it would bounce and within seconds it came back to his hand. Simple and standardized like most things in the prison, he knew what to expect and despite missing some things of the world, he enjoyed the structure.

Dean Martin echoed into his cell.

Well, it theory it was predictable. He paused, listening to the familiar song sing down the halls. The door to his cell unlocked to swing open. Well that was a change of pace. Tucking the rock back into the place where he had carved it out, he exited the cell he had occupied.

Despite his confinement, he had lost none of his strength, which he used to his advantage to descend a level in order to reach the exit. Gracefully landing on his feet, the way he was meant to go illuminated itself by an opened door.

However, it occurred to him he was leaving someone behind. The team that was rescuing him was sure to be frustrated; however leaving such an asset behind was stupid. He could just hear the tech agent cursing at him now, something that nearly caused him to grin.

He turned and signaled for a door to be opened. It was ignored at first and he glared at the security camera. He had been out of the game yes, but surely the agents knew to listen to an older operative.

He repeated the action, it was still ignored. Giving his more serious look, while wondering how stupid the other agent was, he pointed from the camera to the door. Still it was ignored, to which he decided to just give a position of waiting. Gesturing in frustration to the guard point to his left, he waited for the assumed younger agent to relent.

After a moment, he had enough and threatened the camera with a fist. Finally the mystery agent on the other end relented and the door released. He gave a hand motion of thanks and continued on his way.

Continuing to the next block to retrieve the asset, Hunt wondered why they were pulling him. Obviously it was for an important reason, however it was still something he wished he had information on now instead of later. Fighting his way through the actual criminals of the prison and guards, he just hoped he was right about his timid friend being in his cell as was assumed.

He was, Bogdan poking his head up from a hiding place.

It was good to know that at least some things still turned out the way that he assumed. Calling to him, he quickly soothed the man and ushered him out of the cell. The song was reaching its last chorus, leading to a sense of urgency. Avoiding the SWAT units and the violent happy criminals while protecting someone, Hunt found himself annoyed at the escape plan despite knowing he had complicated it.

He called to the agent running tech, telling them to cause more chaos by opening all the doors along the halls. A lack of apprehension by authority told them his plan had succeeded as he raced unopposed down a back staircase with his criminal friend in tow, the last notes of the melody in his ear.

His friend started to panic at the dead end when the floor rattled and fell out; at least the original extraction plan was still stuck to. He attempted to show Bogdan how to work the rope system, which failed miserably. It wasn't that far of a fall though, so Ethan just rolled his eyes and descended himself. An Agent Carter greeted him by confirming his identity, which was not the worst introduction he had ever received by certainly not the best.

Running through a the sewer towards freedom while listening to a fuse burn behind him, Ethan Hunt found himself missing the structure of the prison he had just escaped. Then again, he had been freed for a reason.

In his experience, contentment was boring. Time for something new.

Waiting for the private organization jet to take off, the Secretary read the mission report on the successful breakout of the asset. There was a slight squeaking noise in the background as he read, something he found amusing because he knew it was done when the other passenger was nervous.

It was similar to a clicking of the pen or the taping of fingers, so he didn't hold it against them. While he was glad the asset was free and it had occurred with little difficulties besides Agent Hunt calling an audible, which really was to be expected, he knew the harder mission involving the Kremlin was to come.

Over the speaker system, the pilots announced that takeoff would occur soon. The Secretary settled in, motioning for the other passenger to do the same, who complied within minutes. At least someone listened to instructions, the older man thought to himself.

As the plane took off, the Secretary made a note to himself regarding noise making devices and the need to buy new ones, least his companion get anxious on the flight back.

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