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CHAP 9 I Won't Go Back In A Cell, Wolf

My mother was slowly lowered into the grave. Tears rolled down my cheeks as hatred and revenge welled up inside me. I would get that bastard for what he did.

He stared me in the eye. I wanted to kill him just like he killed my mother. His blue eyes just stared at me. A slight wind rippled his black hair. I brought the gun up, holding it steady at chest height. He grinned. Something was wrong. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go, he shouldn't be grinning. There was no gun in my hands. His arms were parallel to the ground a small black handgun in his hands. He had my gun. Bang! Bang! I felt like I was punched twice in the stomach. Bang! It hit my chest and I gasped, falling slowly to the ground, left to bleed out in the dirt.

Someone grabbed my arms, holding me down. I kicked out, hitting their stomach. I needed to get out, get away, I was in danger.

Yassen was in danger. I needed to get to him. The plane was burning. What if something happened to him? I still needed him around. Yassen! Yassen! Hands grabbed me, pulling me back, keeping me from him. No I needed to get to him. I shocked myself by screaming out 'Dad!' I had never called him that. The hands tightened their grip. I struggled to get out of them. Bringing my knee up I smashed it into where their chest would be, winding them. The hands fell off. I punched out and hit bone.

My hand stung. Bone was hard. Looking around I realized I wasn't at a plane crash. Yassen wasn't in danger as far as I knew and no one was holding me down. So why did my hand hurt? I looked beside the couch.

"Oh my god. Snake I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

He shook his head, rubbing where I punched him, "It's alright. I'm sorry I woke you but it didn't seem like you were exactly enjoying it."

"Thanks. I, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was you, I thought…"

"You thought I was keeping you from your father?"

"How'd you know?"

"You sleep talk."

"Oh. I'm sorry if I woke you. I didn't mean to."

"Adrienne stop apologizing. It's alright. You think you'll be alright to sleep now?"

I nodded though I knew I probably wouldn't be getting back to sleep tonight. He stood up and left. When he was almost around the corner I curled my legs up and rested my chin on my knees, leaning against the back of the couch. Slowly small salt water droplets rolled down my cheeks. It startled me, last time I had cried it had been fake so Alex would believe me, but this time, it was real.

I wiped my hand over my eyes, trying to control my breathing and blink the tears away. It didn't work. The tears flowed faster and my breath caught in sobs. Snake's head poked back around the door.

"You're not alright are you?"

"I'm fine." I choked, "I, I don't know why I, I'm crying. S-sorry."

He came over and rested a hand on my good shoulder, I tensed involuntarily.

"It's not your fault."

I bit my lip to stop the sobs, my body started to shake from trying to keep them in. I didn't even know why I was breaking down.

"I just want to go home," I sobbed pathetically, blurting out the first words on my tongue, "I want Y-Yassen and my mum."

"I know. It's alright. It's going to be alright."

I nodded shakily, slowly calming down. I was almost better but very embarrassed. Why did someone have to be here to witness my breakdown? Though I must admit I was grateful for the comfort.

"I, I'm alright now," I said, looking up at Snake, "I'm okay. You can sleep if you like."

"You sure?"

I smiled softly, "Yeah. I've been okay for years. I'll be okay now. But, th-thanks."

"You're welcome," he said, squeezing my shoulder slightly before leaving.

Slowly I lay back down, trying to figure out what on Earth just happened. I never cried, especially like that. Imagine if Yassen was here, he'd be so surprised to see me breakdown. I almost wondered what he'd do. Would he do what Snake did? Would he hug me like a father? Would he comfort me in his own way? It was impossible to know. I wish he had of been here. Maybe if he was here I wouldn't have broken down in the first place. I'll never know. I didn't even know where he was. That was one thing that really bothered me. If Scorpia put out to the London agents that they wanted me dead, Yassen should've heard about it, shouldn't he? So, where was he?

I didn't want to think about it. Instead I closed my eyes and did my best to sleep; dreamlessly.

The room was light by the time I woke up again, which was strange, I never slept that late. It took me a moment to re-familiarize myself. I was at Snakes. It was surprising actually. I wasn't sure if I would wake up here or in a cell, I guess he can be trusted. Speak of the devil. Snake poked his head through the door.

I glanced up, "What's the time?"

"One o'clock. You must've been tired. I didn't think assassins slept that much."

I winced slightly without meaning to. It was the truth though. I was an assassin and I didn't normally sleep that much.

He noticed my look, "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay. Really. Um, do you mind if I use your phone?"

"Sure, it's on the table. Who are you going to call?"

I got up and plucked the phone off the small table, "I'm not going to tell anyone I'm here," I reassured him.

Quickly I dialed the memorized numbers. It beeped each time before settling on a ring. My hopes flew through the roof when the ringing stopped, only to come crashing back down when a mechanical voice spoke.

"The number you are trying to ring is outside the coverage area. Please try again later."

Angrily I hung up and threw the phone on the table. Collapsing into a seat I looked up at Snake, "Sorry."

"Do you want some lunch?" he asked, instead of the question he wanted to ask.

I shook my head. There was no way I could eat, I felt too sick and confused. Snake nodded after a moment before walking back into the kitchen. I wanted to do something, had to do something, but what? I couldn't help Yassen, I had no idea where he was or what was going on. I couldn't even contact Scorpia to tell me his where-a-bouts. Everything was so screwed up now, screwed up because of me. I wanted to punch something, take my anger out on something or just do something! I hated being so helpless and useless.

There was a knock on the front door. I jumped to my feet as Snake ran into the lounge. Immediately we began hiding everything that suggested I had been there. After throwing everything through the small hole into the basement I climbed through.

Just before Snake closed the trapdoor he murmured, "Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone you're here."

I nodded my thanks as the trapdoor shut, effectively blocking out any light. In pitch blackness I curled up on the step. There was nothing left to do but wait. Or maybe, there was something to do. A voice passed overhead. It was instantly recognizable. Wolf. Eventually the sound died out again.

For almost half an hour I sat there, waiting, thinking before making my decision and slowly lifting the trapdoor, blinking in the light. I climbed out and walked in the direction of the voices. They were in the lounge. I peaked through the crack in the door. Snake had his back to me, facing Wolf. After a moments hesitation I opened the door.

Wolf was on his feet in an instant, his gun drawn, aiming at my chest.

My hands flew up, "Wait! Wait."

Snake looked almost horrified as he turned around, keeping out of the line of fire. Thankfully he didn't try anything, only waited to see if I had a plan.

I spoke again, "Wolf, wait. I, I just want to propose something. Just let me talk."

"Start talking then," he growled.

"Okay. I, I want out of Scorpia; which doesn't really matter because they want me dead anyway. So, I get refuge at Brecon Beacons, not a cell, Alex as well, because there's a price on is head too. And I need medical help."

"Why would we give you that? You're a killer."

I flinched slightly, hoping they didn't notice, "Because I'll give up information on Scorpia."

Snake looked slightly shocked, "You'd be hunted for life and what medical help?" he asked, knowing the answer

Shrugging I replied, "I'm a marked girl anyway. What difference does it make? I've been shot."

"Where?" Snake asked, though he already knew.

"My arm."

Snake looked at Wolf, who hesitated.

"Don't worry, Wolf. I won't try anything."

He lowered his gun slightly and nodded to Snake. Slowly I took off my hoodie as Snake came over and started gently untying the bandage.

"Adrienne, don't do this. Don't throw your life away," he whispered, his back to Wolf.

"I'm dead anyway. At least this way I can get my revenge." I murmured back.

Talking loud again Snake said, "You honestly did this yourself?"

"Well, what do you think we're taught to do? Let the paramedics do it when they arrive?"

He nodded, "You'll need antibiotics for this."

"Yeah I figured that much. So how about the proposition? Do we have a deal?"

"We'll take you back to MI6." Wolf answered.

I shook my head as Snake retied my bandage, "Unless there's a definite deal I'm not going back to a cell."

Wolf walked over as I shrugged my hoodie back on. His gun was perfectly aimed at my heart.

"I don't think you have much of a choice."

I glared at him. He grabbed my arm, right under the bandage. Wincing I tried to pull away, but he held me tight and walked me out of the house.

"Wolf. Let go of her arm. She's not going to try anything and you're hurting her."

I shot the Scottish a grateful look as Wolf loosened his hold slightly. He opened the car and threw the keys to Snake before hoping in the back with me.

"I won't go back in a cell, Wolf." I growled.

He turned to me, a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Was that sympathy, regret, apology? "You may not have much choice, Gregorovich, but I'll try do what I can."

I stayed silent the rest of the way there. Wolf didn't hold my arm as we walked inside; instead he walked close, his hand ready to go for his handgun. The receptionist immediately called down the two heads of MI6:SO. I stiffened when they exited the lifts.

"I want to make a deal." I said.

"And what would that be?" Blunt asked.

"I want refuge at Brecon Beacons, and Alex too, he's a walking target. In exchange, at Brecon Beacons I'll give Fox or whatever you call him, information about Scorpia. I don't want to talk to either of you."

Blunt looked at Jones, "Contact the sergeant and inform him he'll be getting two teenagers to train. Contact Rider as well."

Jones immediately went off to do that and we followed Blunt up to his office. Wolf relaxed as we went up. We sat in an awkward silence in Blunts office. It was confusing. I hadn't expected Blunt to agree so readily. Something felt off, but I shoved the feeling away, I was going to be safe and not in a cell.