Iris ━ ethan hunt ✔

The incessant Manchester rain lashed against the grimy hotel window, blurring the already dim streetlights into distorted halos. Lorelai Kit Myers, an enigma wrapped in a leather jacket and an aura of defiant indifference, stood by the glass, a cup of lukewarm coffee clutched in her hand. The city hummed with a muted dread, a feeling Lorelai knew all too well.
Her supposed teammates, Agent Diane Carle and Agent Michael Isak, were somewhere in their own rooms, probably sharing knowing glances that Lorelai had caught before. She didn't trust them. Their files, so meticulously perfect, screamed 'red flag' to her seasoned instincts. A small, almost imperceptible smirk touched her lips at the thought of the 'mole hunt' she suspected was truly underway. This mission, she knew, was going to be a hell of a ride.
She took another sip, the bitter taste a fitting companion to her thoughts. The 'Mors Et Interitus' chemical was out there, and so were the traitors. Lorelai felt a familiar surge of adrenaline, a dangerous comfort in the face of chaos. She was ready. The game had begun.
