A/N Okay guys, sorry this one is so short! I just decided I needed to cut it here for now. The next chapter is supposed to be longer!
Don't own.
Chapter 4
Benji was having a final conversation with his team (what was left of it, that is) before going to meet his professors. Either he would find a clue, a trace, a lead to the people behind the abductions… or they would find him eventually. He only hoped to be ready.
"Are you sure about it?" one of his teammates, Paul, asked for like a hundredth time. "Blowing your own cover like this…"
"Nobody here knows who I actually am anyway," Benji retorted. Being a secret agent meant his entire life was a secret one. Even his close family (who he hadn't seen for quite a while now) thought he was an IT specialist somewhere in America. His father never understood why his son had left the country. And a year before now he had gotten a message from his mother informing him that Dad had died. He couldn't even come to the funeral because of an absolutely crazy mission in Pakistan. Brandt had even joked about Benji "finally" being able to keep quiet for a while back then. Benji had just smiled absently in response. He had worked out a good fake smile. It helped a lot. He never told his friends about what had happened. First there was the mission and then… why bother them anyway?
"Agent Dunn?" Paul's voice brought him back to reality.
"Sorry, I was miles away," he smiled a bit guiltily, and the other two agents just nodded.
"So we meet up like we've agreed," he concluded after a short pause. "Take care".
Okay, Benji, who are you trying to fool here? He thought to himself as he left the hotel room. You can look confident but you are really scared, and you know it. Much like in the Kremlin. Only then Ethan had been there to put you back on your place. And now you are alone. He took a deep breath. Pull yourself together, Benji. No fear, no retreat.
Arranging meetings with his old professors was easy. And he finally got to use his laptop. Although he used it not for some complex hacking or anything but just for looking up the list of professors and sending some e-mails. Bloody shameful. Hopefully, this would at least lead him somewhere.
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About three hours later Benjamin Dunn was walking down a quiet street. He would be remembering his student years if he wasn't so focused on totally different things. Aside from some sentimental flashbacks, all he could get was that Dr. Wickham had indeed become weird as for himself shortly before his retirement. He had been acting slightly paranoid in the last months, so nobody had been surprised when he had left. But nothing he hadn't known already. Damn it, he mentally sighed, I am an agent, not a police officer. This kind of work annoyed him to no end.
He saw two people approaching him out of his peripheral view and tensed at once. He was relieved to see they were actually his teammates when they got closer.
"Anything new?" Paul asked as Gary, the other agent, was looking around them, trying to see whether they were watched. There were too many possibilities for that there. Benji seemed to acknowledge that, as he just shrugged and led the pair further down the street to find a place they where they could talk.
They walked for another minute, and the street was almost entirely empty at this point, when suddenly Paul stopped abruptly. Benji turned his head fast enough to see the man fall to the ground, blood pouring from his chest. Sniper. He was about to motion to Gary to move away and do so himself but the next thing that happened was Gary falling, a stream of blood running from his temple. Not knowing where to run, Benji just waited for the third shot. And he didn't have to wait long...