Probably grammar mistakes in this. Would love some more prompts. Loving the ones you guys have already sent me. Prompt given by Guest

They were in Finland. They were extracting another asset. George Gilchrist was a C.I.A. asset in the Russian Embassy in Finland. The mission was easy. Go to his house which is right by the embassy get him and drive him to a safe house where they would lay low until they could get him out over water into Sweden. They had just landed in Helsinki, Finland.

"Dalton we are hearing some chatter about Russians in your area," Patricia said in his ear.

"Copy," Adam said.

"The C.I.A. still hasn't been that forthcoming about what George exactly did," Patricia said.

"Ok," he said.

"Arriving at George's house," Preach said.

They arrived and Jaz and Amir stood outside while Preach stayed in the car and McG and I went in to get George. They came out with George and put him in the car. Jaz on one side Amir on the other. McG in the back. Preach was driving and Dalton had shotgun. They drove about 4 blocks. Making random turns to make sure nobody was following them. Then while at an intersection someone started shooting at them.

So far the op was going well. Other than being squished in a car it was going well. They were making random turns. To see if anybody was following them. They pulled up at an intersection and then they sound of automatic gunfire and glass breaking made them duck. Shit, her shoulder hurt.

"Return fire," Adam said and that's what she did.

She returns fire until it was her turn to get out of the car. They made it to an alleyway where they could regroup. Once they were there and Top was talking with D.C. she touched her shoulder where it hurt. Blood. Shit. She was hit. There wasn't that much blood so the bullet didn't hit an artery. She still had a full range of movement with some pain but it wasn't like she couldn't physically move her shoulder. It was minor.

"Ok here's the plan, we are going to split up the group. One with the asset the other meant to throw off the Russians. Jaz, George and I with go east and Preach, McG, and Amir goes west. The safe house is about 7 blocks north," Adam said.

They all nodded.

"Ok everybody put your coats on so we look less like people with guns. The setting sun will help with that," Top said.

She slipped her black jacket on. It hurt like hell since some of the adrenaline was wearing off, but she bit her lip and fought through it.

"Ok let's go," Top said.

They moved out Top in front the asset in the middle and her in the back. They moved quickly for about 2 blocks. They were in an alleyway with many dumpsters so it stuck when they heard Russian. Top signaled with his hands to have us hid behind a dumpster.

"Gde oni mogut byt'?" one said.

Jaz could make out, they and be. She raised her rifle which hurt like hell. She aimed for one's head.

"I've got them," she said clicking off the safety.

"Negative, they will move on," Top said.

She flipped the safety back on and lowered her gun. Top was right in about two minutes they moved on. They moved on to the next alley or abandoned street. Then the asset spoke up.

"What isth da likelihood of us dyaing?," he said with an accent and broken English.

"Don't worry, this is or jobs and we are good at our jobs," he said.

She didn't feel the effects of the blood loss until about block 6. It felt a bit nauseous and light-headed. One thing's for sure she was in no condition to go run a mile. They got back to the safe house. Jaz immediately sat down on a table. She liked tables more than chairs. The rest of the guys were already back. Jaz thought that she should tell somebody about her bullet wound but she knew they would hassle over here and she didn't want that right now.

"What's that?" McG asked.

"What?" she said.

She then realized she was bleeding onto the table. She was a little out of it.

"Nothing," she then followed up.

He then approached her and tore off her jacket. And pulled some of the shirt down.

"Yep that's a gunshot wound," he said.

"I know," she said.

"And you didn't tell anybody?" he questioned while getting out his medical supplies.

"It wasn't life-threatening," she said.

"No, but about in 45 minutes you would've bled out," he raised his voice a bit.

"I was gonna tell you, I just had to clear my head," she said.

"Yeah you are probably feeling that blood loss aren't you?" he said louder than normal.

He was getting angry at her. The almost yelling brought Dalton in.

"What's going on?" he asked walking in.

"Jaz was hit," McG said.

Concern flashed across his face.

"Non-life-threatening hit," she said.

"You got hit back at the car and you didn't tell anybody?" he asked.

"He wasn't that bad," she responded.

"Still you could have told us, carrying your gun and walking/jogging around probably aggravated your wound," he said angrily.

"What were you going to do apply a half-assed badge with time didn't have since Russians were chasing us," she said.

"Jaz I am going to have to dig the bullet out," McG said.

"Uuugg, go ahead and do it," she said while bracing herself.

"It takes all of five seconds to tell us you have been shot," he said.

"But it takes longer to apply a bandage," Jaz said with pain in her voice while McG dug around in her shoulder.

"Still tell me that you are shot and I will decide what to do with that information," he yelled.

She can't say she was surprised he yelled at her. She expected it. He then rubbed his beard and came close to her.

"Got it," McG said pulling out a bullet.

McG then started to stitch her wound.

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled, it's just what if you dropped on the way to the safe house?" he said.

"But I didn't," she said.

"Ok, you are all good. I would like you to see a doctor when we get back to base and try to stay off that arm for a week or two," McG said while putting the gauze on it.

She yawned.

"See Top all better. Can I go sleep?" she asked.

"Yeah," McG said.

She got up off the table and went straight to bed. Well, she changed out of the bloody shirt first She was sleeping on a cot with the rest of the guys but she was used to it. She went straight to sleep.

She was asleep or at least looked asleep. He a watched her chest slowly rise and fall. It calmed his anxiety some. He could not feel any anxiety with people shooting at him and him shooting back, but he was so scared to lose Jaz. Sure he's a little scared for the other guys, but he would get over it if any of them died. If Jaz died, he doesn't think he could live in a world that lacks her smile and laugh. He won't lose her. No, he can't lose her. He was angry that she tell them she was shot sooner. He couldn't stay angry at her. Something about those deep brown eyes.

He knows he should tell her how he feels, but it's against the rules. Plus he wasn't sure she felt the same way. Maybe he would tell her eventually, but for now, he would watch the rise and fall of her chest from afar.