Aru'e

The hand signal

Tw: Talk of sex, sexism, implications of torture, slight language(b word).

I'm this chapter, we discuss how female secret agents or whatever, are always written, or portrayed in media. There's nothing wrong with having safe sex in a situation where everyone consents, I am not sex shaming, I just feel it's wrong how female spies or female secret agents always use their breasts or "feminine charms" to get the job done.

 They always seduce the target, or have sex with them as their way of getting information. And I'm no saying that women shouldn't have sex, I think you should do whatever it takes to get the mission done, but to an extent. I'm just saying that it's an unfortunate situation for the women who are forced into it.

And this can happen with men too, I'm not denying that men can be forced into these situations, I'm just saying that when you think of a female spy or secret agent, what do you think of? 

This does not always happen, I'm just pointing out that it's a reoccurring theme in movies, books and such.

 Was Ethan Hunt ever assigned to have sex with a target?

One of Felicity Shagwell's mission was to have sex with an enemy, and even though she was clearly disgusted by him, she was forced to do it for the sake of the mission.

So in this chapter, Amita has a little realization.

~Amita~

"And this means stop," Wrecker held his hand up suddenly, forming a fist.

"That's the signal everyone uses for stop," I pointed out, fiddling with my binders. 

Wrecker looked bummed and lowered his hands. I sighed and smiled kindly at him, feeling the sadness coming off him.

"It's fine Wrecker. I'm just bitter about ending up here again," I consoled him.

In my stupid cell, with a hard, cold bench as my bed. And a constant guard since they don't trust me anymore. Not that they ever did.

"Alright," Wrecker demonstrated another signal for me, but I was barely paying attention.

"Hey Wrecker, what's this signal?" I interrupted and mimicked the signal Tech had made when they were interrogating me.

"That?" Wrecker frowned. "Umm... oh yeah! That one means kill? We use it so decide whether we kill an enemy or not."

"Really?" I groaned. "They would've killed me right there?"

"What?" Wrecker looked confused. "Who?"

"Tech and Hunter! Tech made that signal!" I tried crossing my arms but failed due to the cuffs on my wrists.

"Well you were bein' interrogated," Wrecker shrugged.

 "Your shift's over Wrecker. I will be taking it from here," Tech said as he stepped into my cell.

"Great," I rolled my eyes. "My potential murderer is here."

"Excuse me?" Tech tilted his head.

"You asked Hunter if you were gonna kill me or keep me alive!" I accused.

"You were our prisoner, what do you expect?" Tech asked as he sat on my bed next to me. 

"Bye Amita!" Wrecker waved as he left. "See ya later!"

"Bye Wrecker," I gloomily said, now stuck with Tech.

It was silent for a while before I got bored and starting walking in circles. Tech continued scrolling on his datapad, not even looking up at me.