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Child Lock
The walk to the car was quiet, only broken by their feet crunching in the gravel beneath them. 47 wrenched the passenger door open and gestured to it slightly.
"Get in."
Nika snorted as she threw her bags into the trunk, checking it carefully for any dead bodies.
"Given up stowing women in the trunk then?" sarcasm made Nika's voice sharp and she held 47's gaze squarely.
"Get in" 47 repeated, keeping his voice even.
"No."
He strode toward her impatiently and grabbed her upper arm firmly, towing her towards the passenger seat.
"Let me go!" Nika spat, struggling futilely. Reaching the open door, 47 easily wrestled her into the seat and began to buckle her seat belt.
"Stop that" he caught her wrists in one hand; effectively prevent her from undoing her seat belt, before swiftly releasing her and slamming the door shut. Seizing the handle, Nika tried furiously to open the door and screamed in frustration when it wouldn't budge.
"Child lock." 47 said simply, before starting the car smoothly and ignoring the woman ranting in Russian beside him.
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A.N/ Finally, after a long, LONG, absence, I bring you an update! Please review!