Dangerous (Ethan Hunt x OC) **ongoing**

*chapter three*

**translations in comments**

The secretary sat dead across from Ethan and I. Ethan was shouting orders to the driver, but I went into combat mode. I unbuckled my seatbelt, pulling out one of my guns. I smashed the window with the end of it, ignoring Ethan's shouts for me to stay in the car.

I leaned out, turning to where the shots came from. I fired a few shots, hitting some of the men lined up by the bridge. I could've shot more, but I was pulled back into the car by Ethan. Just as I was, I felt a stinging sensation on my shoulder.

Great. A gunshot to add on to everything else that's going wrong. I chose to ignore it for now, seeing as it was only a graze.

"Chto delayesh'? Oni u menya pochti byli!" I hissed at him, not realizing I had switched to my home language until he responded to me also in Russian.

"S etogo momenta ty aktiv, my ne mozhem dopustit', chtoby tebya ubili!" To the driver he shouted, "Drive, drive, drive!" but it was no use. The driver was shot seconds later, and the car veered off the edge into the water below.

I felt Ethan's arms around me, my head held protectively by one and the other around my waist. He was doing everything he could to cushion the blow we were sure to receive.

When we hit the water, it didn't really register to me until I felt my coat getting soaked and I felt a lot colder than before.

"Are you okay?" Ethan asked Brandt and I. We both mumbled that we were, and he continued on, "Take deep breaths, stay with me."

Yeah, like that was going to be easy. I was never a champion swimmer. I always avoided missions that required water in any way simply because I wasn't confident enough in my own abilities. But I had no choice now.

I kept my head above the rising water, taking deep breaths like Ethan told me to. I was vaguely aware of him doing something with the bodies, but I was too focused on breathing and not drowning to really care.

"Ready?" Ethan was right in front of me again, and I saw what he did from behind him. He put flares on the bodies so they would shoot at them and not us. Smart.

"Yeah," I responded, grabbing my backpack and taking his outstretched hand as we swam our way out of the car.

Once we were on dry land, I shed my wet coat, leaving me in my catsuit. I wrung my hair out a bit while looking around at the street signs, trying to finger out where we were and where the quickest way to the train depot would be.

I put my backpack on my shoulders, starting to walk down an alley. "This way," I told Ethan and Brandt. They didn't argue, only followed me as we made our way to the train depot.

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The walk was mostly silent. When we got closer to the rendezvous point, Brandt spoke up.

"Why would that work?"

"Why would what work?" Ethan asked.

"The flare on the body. Why would that work?"

"It did work." Ethan shrugged it off, not wanting to dwell on it. To be honest, I didn't either. Hardly been in Russia 24 hours and my near death counter is already at 3.

"Yeah, I know that. But why? I mean, how did you know that would draw their fire?" He was persistent, I'll give him that. but honestly, we survived, I don't think it matters. Although as chief analyst, I assumed he needed a logical answer for everything and he wouldn't rest until he got it.

"I played a hunch," was Ethan's clipped response. We made it to the train yard, and now we were looking for our ride out of here.

"Okay... All right. What was your scenario? Right, there was a guy being shot at in the water. All of a sudden, light a flare, turn around? I mean, what did you assume they were thinking?"