Mavis Fenric Pt. 22

Mavis drives down a forest path win a unmarked van. Clint looks at her as she sits still as a statue, even as the bumps in the road jostled the van around.

Clint: We shouldn't be doing this.

Mavis: Why not?

Clint: It's not our buisness.

Mavis: Maybe, but my teacher called in a favor, she wants this girl safe from her monster of an ex.

Clint: And this ex is the son of a senator. You really want to kill him if he fucks around?

Mavis: We all gotta die someday. This guy just needs some encouragement to meet his maker.

Clint presses his foot down on the breaks, halting the van. He turns to look Mavis in the eye, disapproval evident in his features.

Clint: I am assigned to protect you, not help you assassinate targets.

Mavis: Fine by me.

She opens her door and grabs her equipment from the back before she walks deeper into the woods.

Clint: Fenric! Fenric! Stop!

She ignored him and kept walking further away. She had her mission, and she will not fail. She pats her belly, a small bump now growing at the bottom of her stomach.

Mavis: Well baby, looks like it's going to be your first bring your kid to work day.