In the end, August was right. The mission was over quickly.
After firing that one bullet the target fell to the ground dead, lifeless, as did the last hostage.
After seeing the body of the victim collapse to the ground, August immediately started thinking he had accidentally killed her as well. He started to go over the last ten seconds in his head trying to think of when he could have gotten his aim wrong. It wasn't until he heard sniffling and whimpering that he actually looked for wounds on the victim and thankfully found none. He hadn't killed her.
Thank fuck.
August thought, rushing over to the small, fragile body, ignoring the pool of blood that was forming from the scum bucket he had just killed. Walker instinctively put his large hands on the girls small, bony shoulders only for her to violently flinch away from him, startling the hammer of the CIA.
The poor girl threw herself a good 5 feet away from the large, dangerous-looking man who had just killed her captor. This large stranger may have killed her previous torturer but she could not just forget about his whole speech encouraging the now dead man to kill her. Thinking the worst the petite girl began to shiver violently and raised her shaky arms in a poor attempt of protecting her already bruised and beaten body.
Seeing her distress, August froze in his place, he slowly lowered his gun to the floor as he got down to her level on his knees and put his hands, palm's facing her, up softly. Out of his element, August did his best trying to show he meant no harm to the girl, but seeing as his job is intimidating and hurting people he found it very odd and uncomfortable.
"It's alright, my name is August. I am here to help you and get you out of this place. I'm not gonna hurt you, miss. I work for the US government.", August softly says in a quiet, non-threatening tone. He didn't want to make her more scared by telling her he works for the CIA and is a trained assassin. August may not be experienced in comforting people but even he knew that would freak her out more than she already was.
Hearing that he worked for her neighbouring government, the young woman decided to lower her arms so she could actually see her (maybe) saviour. Seeing him attempt to not scare her caused a debate within her already frazzled brain.
The exhausted part of her brain, the part that just wanted a hug and to go home, said that he did just save her from being shot in the head, and he was attempting to comfort her, he was also working for the American government, her home.
But the other part of her brain, the part that came from months and months or being held captive, said he could kill her with a flick of his wrist. And she really, really didn't want to die immediately after being freed.
The exhausted part of her won in the end. Not that she let him come closer to her voluntarily. She was just so tired from everything she had been through in the last year and a half, and she hadn't eaten since last week, so she let the cool darkness of sleep run over her and passed out.