AN: Here we go another chapter. I would like to thank Chantel Royal for her review on the last chapter, as always doll your reviews mean the world to me.

Things are heating up in this chapter a bit hope you all like it.

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Agent Donavan and I were dropped off on the out skirts of a small town in Bora Bora. The mission was a simple extraction; we were to meet a guy and grab a package and take it back to the Hellicarrier for Fury. The simple mission went downhill fast, considering the whole thing was a set up. Agent Donavan and I went scrambling for cover the second the bullets started flying.

"There's too many." I called out reloading my gun. We were ducked behind some bushes with our heads down low.

Drake nodded and put another clip into his gun. "We're going to have to make a run for it. On my word you get up and run as fast as you can."

I got in position waiting on his signal. Drake jumped up and started shooting as he yelled at me to run, making a break for it I took off as fast as I could, not even stopping to look if he was following me.

After a few moments I stopped in alley leaning against a wall to catch my breath. I slide my glock into the waist band of my pants and pulled out m knives, like Agent Barton I am a master marksman but unlike Clint my weapon of choice isn't a bow or even a gun for that matter. I prefer knives, throwing stars, darts, or anything of that sort and always managed to hit my mark.

Moments pasted and there was no sign of Drake, knowing I couldn't just leave him there alone I left the safety of the alley to go look for him.

As I rounded the corner I collided with another body, a strong arm caught me before I even hit the ground. "I thought I told you to stay put." Donavan hissed in my ear.

"No you said to run." I snapped back pulling my arm free from his grip.

"I thought it was implied." He said in a dangerously low voice.

I didn't get to respond before I could even register what was happening two men with guns were advancing towards us. I gripped the handle of my knife getting ready to use it before Donavan shoved me forward. "Move Danvers." He growled looking behind him.

I shot his a dirty look before moving forward. "Don't do that again." I hissed at him. I really hated being man handled more than anything, it was my biggest pet peeve.

He just shrugged as we moved away from the men advancing on us. They kept getting closer. I turned around and threw my knife hitting on of our pursuers in the heart. I watched as he hit the ground with a hard thud.

Not before too long we were corned from both sides. Donavan and I were back to back with weapons drawn.

One of the men lunged forward knocking me off balance once I was down he advanced forward trying to kick me when I was down. I struck back kicking his feet out from under him, sending him sprawling forward as man grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet, that's when I noticed Agent Donavan was gone.

It was like a slap in the face, the second I needed him he disappeared. I really hated the fact that I was right about him. By now he was probably half way around the world.

The man who had ahold of my hair sneered at me. "The famous Sparrow, we finally meet you in person." His voice alone sent chills down my spine.

I sent him an icy glare as I kicked at him trying to get a hold of my knife before he pinned my arms to my side. "No I don't think so." He said in my ear. "I have heard the things you can do with that knife."

A big white van pulled up in front of us, I could barely contain the snort. Why is it all the bad guys had white vans? The back of the van opened and the men pushed me forward. I tried to fight, to kick or to hit them but the grip they had on me was so tight. Fear and panic was bubbling up inside me along with anger. It was one of those rare moments where I admitted I was truly scared.

They went to shove me in the back of the van and I renewed my struggle taking the back of my head hitting the man behind me in the nose. He let as a pained grunt . Another am hit me in the temple with the butt of his gun. I let out of a scream of pain. Everything started it to get really fuzzy as they shoved me into the back of the van.

Shit shit shit I thought just before everything went black. Where the hell was Donavan?

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