“You look beautiful, darling,” Ethan smiles at you, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you softly.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you say, before he takes your hand and leads you into the ballroom. You can both hear Brandt and Benji talking over the coms, but neither of you can risk responding. The man you’re after has eyes and ears everywhere in this room.
The mission is for Benji to get into the computers and gather as much Intel as possible, then shut the power off so you, Ethan, and Brandt can arrest the terrorist and his “friends.” You don’t even have a name to put to the face, which makes it harder, but he’s throwing this party under a false name (Aaron Turner), so he’ll be easy to get to.
You and Ethan play the rolls of a married couple happening to pass through Prague for the ball. You’re to “make friends” with “Mr. Turner”, then take him out when the time is necessary. Until Benji was ready, you just have to look like you enjoy the ball as best you can. Brandt watches the both of you from a distance, playing the hopeful bachelor.
“I’m in,” Benji informs. “This can take to as long as an hour though.”
Ethan nods at a security camera to let Benji know we heard, before turning to you. “May I have this dance?”
You smile. “Of course.”
He leads you into the middle of the dance floor, in view of the host of this party, and a slow song begins to play. Wrapping your arms around Ethan’s neck, he does the same around your waist, kissing your neck softly before looking into your eyes. You place your head on his chest, swaying back and forth as you hear Benji say something about how he wishes the two of you would act like this all the time. You give the camera a glare, not wanting Benji to give away your crush in Ethan, not knowing Ethan’s doing the same thing.
When the song ends, you and Ethan pretend to be lustful, and he pulls you into the far corner of the room before pushing you against the wall and kissing you furiously. You kiss back, hands in his hair, barely hearing Benji as he tells you Mr. Turner is heading your way, and you definitely have his attention. Nodding, Ethan kisses you again, before beginning to pull you away only to be stopped by Mr. Turner.
“Good evening,” he says, smiling sickly as his eyes rake over your body uncomfortably, never once looking in your eyes or Ethan’s. “Who might you be?”
Ethan clears his throat, making Mr. Turner look up at him. “I’m James Garrett, and this is my wife, Sarah.”
You smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Oh no,” the man smirks, reaching forward and kissing your hand. “The pleasure is all mine.”
You catch Brandt’s eye over Turner’s shoulder, and he winks at you, having just witnessed you and Ethan’s make out session. You blush, and look away, fake-smiling as you step back. Ethan and the man begin to converse, until Benji says, “Got it.” And the ballroom goes dark.
The thousands of people begin to scream, and you put on your small night-vision glasses to see Aaron Turner already unconscious and being dragged away by Ethan. You and Brandt do the same to one of the guards (luckily he only had two), and follow Ethan to the waiting IMF van.
After giving the terrorists to the other agents to be taken into custody, you and Ethan walk alone back to the car where Benji and Brandt will meet you. Brandt went to help Benji get his equipment to the car, as last time the poor guy got caught with his various briefcases, and the getaway was very difficult.
“So,” Ethan says, smiling down at you. “That went well.”
You nod in agreement. “One of the best missions I’ve ever been on.”
“Where’re you headed after this?”
Reaching the car, you lean against the side. “Well, I’m on your team, so I’ll probably just take some time to relax until we get called in again.”
He nods, before fidgeting slightly from where he stands in front of you, leaning against the car in the space next to yours. “Maybe we could do something until we get called in again.”
You cock your head to the side, smiling. “Are you asking me on a date?”
Ethan hesitates visibly. “No, it’s just that we only ever see each other when we’re on missions, so I thought-”
Smiling and rolling your eyes, you reach forward and grab his tie, pulling him close to kiss him. He’s shocked at first, but then his right hand comes to rest by your head on the car, and the other is on your waist. You run your hands through his silky hair, and he bites down softly on your lip before you hear someone clear their throat.
Pulling apart, the two of you look over to see Benji and Brandt standing there smirking at you. “About time,” Brandt says, while Benji just grins. Ethan rolls his eyes and kisses you again.
My thought on Brock Allen Turner, convicted rapist
As the outrage towards the Brock Turner verdict grows, so does my anger. While we wait for someone more competent than Judge Aaron Persky to address this convicted rapist’s crimes, there are a number of offenses that can’t help but be repeated:
Dan A. Turner, Brock’s father, wrote a letter about how this case has ruined his son’s life. The most infamous line from this letter is the following sentence: “That is a steep price to pay for 20 minutes of action out of his 20 plus years of life.”
The maximum sentence that Brock Turner faced was 14 years in state prison. Aaron Persky sentenced Turner to six months in county jail (three months for good behavior). He stated that any more jail time would have a “severe impact” on the twenty year-old’s life.
Leslie Rasmussen, a childhood friend of Turner’s and drummer of indie band Good English, wrote: “I don’t think it’s fair to base the fate of the next ten + years of his life on the decision of a girl who doesn’t remember anything but the amount she drank to press charges against him. I am not blaming her directly for this, because that isn’t right. But where do we draw the line and stop worrying about being politically correct every second of the day and see that rape on campuses isn’t always because people are rapists.” (This excerpt was provided by US Magazine’s website.)
According to the iconic letter written by the Stanford Survivor, Brock Turner plans to establish a program for high school students, where he will speak to them about his experience “to speak out against the college campus drinking culture and the sexual promiscuity that goes along with that.”
‘Bustle’ posted an article revealing the contents of the letter that Turner wrote to the judge, including this: “During the day, I shake uncontrollably from the amount I torment myself by thinking about what has happened. I wish I had the ability to go back in time and never pick up a drink that night, let alone interact with [redacted]. I can barely hold a conversation with someone without having my mind drift into thinking these thoughts. They torture me. I go to sleep every night having been crippled by these thoughts to the point of exhaustion.”
My thoughts about all of this:
Putting aside the fact that the woman who was assaulted can never go back to the way her life was before, I agree with the fact that Brock Turner’s life will be forever altered by this case. In fact, I’m counting on it.
I hope that every single time he applies for a job, they turn him away. I hope that every woman he meets has the good sense to avoid him like the plague, from this very day until the day he dies. Lord help us all if Brock Turner ever has children of his own and the disturbing sentiment he and his father share is passed down. Above all, I hope he never gets a moment of peace for the rest of his life.
The point of being convicted for rape, for taking away someone’s consent and innocence, is the severe impact. Aaron Persky, a former Stanford athlete, let his bias towards the ‘aspiring Olympian’ cloud his judgment. Those “20 minutes of action” had a life-long impact on the unnamed survivor.
Leslie Rasmussen needs to reestablish her way of thinking if she believes that Brock Turner is anything but guilty. She also stated, “This is completely different from a woman getting kidnapped and raped as she is walking to her car in a parking lot. That is a rapist. These are not rapists. These are idiot boys and girls having too much to drink and not being aware of their surroundings and having clouded judgement.” Most rapes are committed by someone that the survivor knows. (That’s what the woman who was assaulted and anyone else who has ever been sexually assaulted are- not victims, they are survivors.)
Dan Turner is a complete imbecile for attempting to convince the public that his son should be sympathized with. Am I really supposed to feel sorry for your rapist of a son because he doesn’t have the appetite to eat a fucking ribeye steak? Your son shouldn’t have to register as a sex offender- he should be required to not only register but also have it tattooed across his forehead. You and your child are goddamn idiots, beyond any form of help, if you believe all of this comes down to “campus drinking culture and sexual promiscuity” and want to “break the cycle of binge drinking and its unfortunate results.”
Fuck Dan A. Turner, fuck Leslie Rasmussen, fuck Judge Aaron Persky, and fuck Brock Allen Turner!