Iris ━ ethan hunt ✔

The biting Manchester rain plastered Lorelai Kit Myers' dark hair to her face, a familiar chill seeping into her bones. She stood outside the drab hotel, ignoring the hurried movements of her supposed teammates, Diane Carle and Michael Isak, as they sought shelter. Lorelai looked up at the bruised, night sky, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching her lips before vanishing.

Inside the sterile hotel room, the tension was a palpable thing. Lorelai tossed her duffel bag onto the bed, the muted thud echoing the unease in the air. Carle and Isak exchanged glances, their whispers a low hum that Lorelai pointedly ignored. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her gut, that this mission was already compromised. The 'Mors Et Interitus' chemical was the least of her worries; the real threat was in this room, cloaked in feigned camaraderie.

She moved to the window, gazing at the sprawling cityscape, its lights blurring into streaks through the rain. A sip of bitter coffee from a paper cup did little to warm her. Lorelai clutched the spare keys hidden in her jacket pocket, a small comfort in a world suddenly turned on its head. She knew this was going to be a hell of a ride.