[Passages taken from Mission Impossible: Rouge Nation script.]
(Outfit)
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
You and the team had tracked the Checnian terrorists to Belarus, where they had been preparing to release a nerve gas into the air. Luckily we caught them. Problem was, they were boarding a plane, and we had no idea how to get the chemicals back and take down the terrorists. And if they took off, we had no way of taking them down again. You were with Brandt in the control tower trying to find Ethan and stop the plane from taking off.
"Where's Ethan?" Brandt asked, making you roll your eyes. Like Benji would know where Ethan was.
"I don't know." 'Told you so' You thought to yourself. "We're on radio silence." Benji replied.
"That plane cannot takeoff, with the package on it. You understand?"
"We're working on it." A familiar voice said. You furrowed your eyebrows.
"Luther? What the hell are you doing there? You are supposed to be on an assignment in Malaysia."
"I'm in Malaysia, I've been here 2 days. Benji needed my help." Luther said over the intercom.
"I didn't need help. I just...I needed assistance, it's a different thing." Benji poorly justified. You silently laughed.
"The package is still on the plane." Will said for the millionth time.
"Hey Will, we get that the damn package is on the bloody plane. Stop reminding us." You said as you tried to track down your boyfriend, Ethan, who was nowhere to be seen.
"We understand the package is on the plane. We're trying to cripple it remotely." Benji explained
"You can do that." Will Confirmed. Even you were questioning it.
"We can if the pilot left the satellite uplink switch on. Which he has."
"And how do you access the uplink?" Will asked.
"It involves hacking a Russian satellite." Luther further explained. You mentally cheered and face-palmed at the same time.
"I can't authorise that." Will countered, shaking his head.
"Which is why I didn't ask permission." Luther retorted.
"We are under investigation for misconduct." Will reminded.
"The package is on-board. What do you want me to do?" Luther asked.
"Uh. Luther?" Benji seemed confused. You read thermal readings and called Will over to where you were.
"(Y/n) and I are reading a heat bloom, Benji. The engines are starting."
"Yeah. I'm aware of that. But I can't do anything until I'm connected to the satellite."
"Benji, you are connected." Luther said just a couple seconds later.
"Okay, Great." Benji replied, happy to finally start bringing down the terrorists.
"The package is still on that plane-" You cut Will off, pushed him aside and connected with Benji.
"Shut down the fuel pump." You suggested, crossing your arms.
"Uh. Mechanics are locked down."
"What about the electrical system?" Will asked.
"Oh, that might work. No."
"Hydraulics." You asked.
"Okay, standby. No, they're encrypted."
"Benji, the plane." Will shouted.
"Yes! The package is on the plane! We get it!" Both you and Benji shouted at the same time.
"Can you open the door?" The sound of your boyfriend's voice made you look up from your moniter and go to where the sound was coming from.
"Ethan? Where are you?" You asked, concerned.
"I'm by the plane. Benji, can you open the door?"
"Uh. Can I open the door? Uh. Maybe."
"Open the door when I tell you."
"I'm on the plane. Open the door."
"How did you get in the plane?" You asked.
"Not in the plane, I'm on the plane! Open the door!"
The team just looked at the monitor, only to see Ethan hanging on the side of the cargo jet.
"Benji. Open the door!" Ethan shouted over the comms.
"Yeah-yeah-yeah... Okay, okay."
"Benji, open that door right now!" Will demanded.
"Yeah, I am trying."
"Come on, Benji." Luther encouraged.
"Benji, open that door!" Will reminded
"Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on." You wrung your hands nervously.
"Yes, got it." The back of the plane opened.
"That's the wrong door!" Ethan shouted
"Benji, not that door. The other door." Luther responded, as if Benji were a child.
"The other door. Right. Yes, the other door." You covered your mouth with your hand and tried to calm your breathing. Will was right beside you, hand on your shoulder in comfort.
"Okay, yes, yes. Sorry, sorry. My bad. Alright, look, I'm gonna open the para-door. How's that?"
There was no response, only radio silence. It was deafening and making you freak out. Then,something popped up on the radar. The gas canisters landed on the airstrip and there was something or someone attatched to it. You and Will quickly got your equipment and ran out to the tarmac. When you got near the crate, you immediately recongnized who was standing next to the canisters. You went right up to him and shoved him hard. Before he could get a word in, you spoke.
"What the shit were you thinking, Ethan? You could have gotten yourself killed. I nearly had a fucking panic attack worrying about you. You-" Ethan cut you off by placing his hands on your hips and smashing his lips against yours. As much as you wanted to be mad at him, all your worries washed away when you finally melted into the kiss.
"I'm going to be alright. I've done this stuff for many years, and I'm not dead yet." With a light chuckle, you kissed him again. "Just let me know you're going to do something like that again, please?"
