The Red Dress: A Mission Impossible: 2 fanfiction
Chapter Two: After the Job
Aniah
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Unlike the first chapter and the prologue, this shall be in somewhat of a poetic form…sorry. Inspiration's like that sometimes…
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Sean tracked her to an English pub,
Where Nyah had been living for the past months.
His eyes ablaze and hand on a gun,
Hugh behind him and he was ready.
AWOL IMF staff surrounded the place silently,
McGarrity the owner invited him in for a drink.
Sean accepted, ordering the House Brew.
Nyah was nowhere in sight, Sean began
To lose hope. It was 1:30am before she came
In. Hair mussed, clothing tailored, Nyah
Hall was a sight. Sean waited till she passed him
Before he grabbed her upper arm in a fluid movement.
In response for this unexpected indignity she almost
Pounced like a cat ready to spring; her face showing nothing.
When Sean came into the light, Nyah's features contorted to fear and pain.
"Thought you could get away?" He asked cynically. "Let me go, Sean,"
She demands and tries to twist away.
"What the hell were you thinking?" He growled angrily,
Twisting her arm tighter towards him. "I wanted to leave," she spat.
"I'm here with the IMF you know," he motioned to the doorway.
"We tracked your stint in Madrid here. You're under arrest."
Nyah shook the hair out of her face and gasped when a
Gun was pointed at her. Off they went.
Two days later Nyah was still in a holding cell,
In the basement of London's IMF HQ.
She sat listlessly against a cold stone wall, for once
Hungry, dirty, and destitute. Sean came in once to just look
At her, and without a thought she turned away.
"You're coming with Hugh and I," Sean commented on
The third day of her imprisonment. Once again, his eyes were ablaze.
Nyah spat at his Gucci boots. Yanking her by her forearm, Sean
Cuffed her, and took her outside to the waiting limo. "Get out of
Here. IF I ever see you again, you had better be begging for mercy."
With a toss of her brown hair, Nyah was gone. None of the witnesses
Said anything about the unshed tears in both of their eyes.
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WAI! An epilogue to follow. AniaHope@aol.com