A/N: I appoligise yet again for the time it's taken me to update. Life...it gets in the way of fic. And I don't think I properly thanked Nia for helping me. She had the idea that Harry would read le Carré and scoff at the inaccuracies. Ta very much Nia! You're awesome. Surprisingly this took another direction than I originally intended. And I think it's better. I hope so anyway. *fingers crossed* As always thanks for your reviews and for sticking with this. It's a little short but another chapter soon to follow.
Also just as a note in the last chapter the 'enchanted' line. I got that one from my husband. He's tried it on many of my friends just to prove that it's a good line. He would take their hand and kiss it exclaiming, 'Enchanted.' So extremely cheesy but every time they giggle and blush. :P
Chapter 10
She stared at the back of the driver's head, her mind hazy with fog. The voice from the man lifted her just enough to tell him the street Danny had given her over the phone. Lights whirred by from the speed. Her body slowly swaying with the turns and stops. The beep of a horn snapped her to her surroundings as the voice alerted her stop and fare. Getting out of the car the cool air hit her back to the reality of the situation and the men partly, if not wholly, responsible. And there was a good chance that Ruth wasn't going to get into the service. Because she didn't think a double homicide would be a good thing to have on her CV.
The breeze whipped through her hair as her heels clicked on the pavement at a rapid speed. The closer she approached the white van the more her anger rose.
She banged on the back of the van with her hand. Danny opened it with a somewhat terrified expression. She cocked her head to the side her teeth clenched and her face scrunched in what could only be described as a crazed mad woman on the loose.
He offered his hand to help her up. Grabbing it she squeezed it hard just to get some sort of lashing out of her system. Shaking the hurt out of his hand Danny cleared a spot and gestured her to sit. The two men sat across from her looking a tad frightened.
She stared them down. In as calm a voice she could muster she spoke,
'So tell me, why it was that you decided NOT to ring me informing me of the most horrifying fact that I honey trapped my new boss?'
Her face twisted into a smile, failing miserably at hiding her chagrin.
'Well.' Malcolm looked to Danny for any amount of support. 'We thought it best you finished the op hoping you wouldn't find out... til later.'
'Ah, I see,' the calm before the storm.
'Are you MAD?' she yelled. She looked around her and found a magazine on the table, picked it up and proceeded to assault them both with her rolled up weapon.
They cowered from her blows. Unwilling to fight back. They let her continue hoping she would get it out of her system. It took a while. She eventually abandoned the magazine and started throwing pens and headphones, papers and empty coffee cups. Anything she could get her hands on that didn't look government issued.
She eventually calmed and gave them a break.
Foolishly, Danny spoke next.
'And in all honestly we didn't think it would go as far as...'
Her eyes widened.
'What do you think happened?' she snapped.
His mouth shut, eyes wide.
'NO!' pointing at them. 'Don't answer that!'
He shook his head. He wasn't going to elaborate.
'Nothing happened!'
She breathed out an exasperated sigh. Leaning against the wall the cold metal of the van seeped through her thin dress making her shiver. Closing her eyes she rubbed her fingers over her brow trying to release the headache that was forming. Then a quiet voice dared to speak interrupting her mental turmoil,
'There's more.'
She tiredly opened her eyes. Worry creasing her brow. 'What do you mean there's more? There can't be more,' shaking her head. 'I can't be humiliated anymore than I already have been.'
'I think you can actually.'
Sifting through the mess of papers on the floor Malcolm found what he was looking for. He handed her a sheet of paper hoping too the heavens above she wouldn't find the gun stashed under the table and shoot them.
At rapid speed her eyes scanned the page and widened to the nth degree.
'No no no! Are you kidding me?' she looked up at him pleading that the information was false.
'Afraid not.'
'You have to fix this. I can't do this.'
'I'm sorry, Ruth. That's how these exercises are concluded.'
She nodded her head staring at the page hoping the ink would dissappear somehow. 'I just have one question,' she lifted her head and in a small voice begged.
'Can I take my legend and skip the country?'
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