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A Certain Secret Someone	By : HarlotOhara Category: M through R > Mission: Impossible (All) > Mission: Impossible (All) Views: 1862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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III.
The excuse for knowing handyman work he had given Jane had seemed unbelievable at first, if just because of his city taste in suits, and his disdain for dirt of any and every sort. He was always narrowing his eyes at the mud on the bottom of those (poor little bitty) deer loafers, giving them low displeased sounds at the flat fold out metal or lumpy old office chairs that he ended up using to help Benji with computer work. “They really do make your bum go numb.” Benji had agreed, because for a good minute there, he was starting to forget about those baby loafers and think that Brandt was on his side again (nerds have to stick together.)
It had finally been accepted as not necessarily a lie by none other than Ethan Hunt, and two palomino horses. They had been hunched over in the dark, beside a barn of fair size, trying to not be caught by several huge and angry men with shot guns and possible cannibalistic feelings towards anyone who was not from their immediate and very short family twig. Brandt was clutching the briefcase to his chest (“Really?” He had gasped when Ethan had thrown it to him. “The world is relying on a suitcase hidden in The House of a Thousand Corpses?”) and leaning against the graying wood wall while he tried to gather his thoughts.
There had been a very pointed explosion of their gas tank already to make them have to reconsider the whole “run back down to the gravel road that led to the dirt road which led to the creepy incestuous freaks and drive away very fast” plan. Ethan had been looking around and pushing away the horse reaching over to nuzzle at his shoulder when Brandt had suggested it. “We could just take the horses; Manson family or not, those are way too expensive to shoot.” He had whispered and Ethan had stared at him like he was crazy. He had wanted to say something in response to the overly optimistic plan, but instead he had just nodded. “It won’t give us away because they’ll think the horses are running in the opposite direction of us.” Brandt added.
“Okay.” Ethan agreed.
Which is how they had ended up with horses in the middle of their ridiculous hobby-farm hideout in Bumfuck Nowhere Kentucky. “Make it stop, please.” Benji had whispered as he tried to put down the oats and weird grey pellets for the horses, because they wouldn’t stop nibbling him and snorting in displeasure. Brandt had finally cracked a smile when his friend put his hand on the horse’s nose in an attempt to get at least arm’s length distance between them and the constant evil eye he was receiving. Whether or not, Benji loved animals of all sorts, sent a ten percent tithe to the ASPCA instead of a church, and talked about how much he’d like to own a pet cat, he had not been able to win over the horses to save his life. They had just taken a dislike to him from the moment they laid eyes on him and seemed determined that nothing would change their minds.
“Don’t let them tell you what to do. They’re horses and they will push you if you let them, because when it comes down to it, they weigh a thousand pounds and can kick your teeth in if they want to, and you only have brains to outwit them.” Brandt had said, and he guided Benji to his side before pointing at the beautiful pale golden mare. “She’s angry right now; see how she puts her ears back to tell you that?” He guided, and he waited till his partner had nodded his head to continue. “Make her love you.” He instructed. “Go up and kiss her and pat her cheeks. Then stroke her mane and rub behind her ears.” Brandt guided, and Benji took a long deep breath before doing as he was told. He was pretty sure he was going to come back from that attempt without a finger, but hey, maybe Brandt knew what he was talking about it when it came to horse relationships at least. “Hey, Peppy…” Benji said gently and he reached out to take the horse’s face, stroking her face carefully. She pulled away and put her ears back, snorting at him once more.
“Pull her back and make her take it.” Brandt urged Benji, rolling his eyes when his friend laughed at the unintended innuendo. Yeah, that’s what he said. The horse however, finally gave in with the repeatedly maniacal petting attempts of the agent, and after several more weeks of the case, Peppy had decided that Benji was as close to a human god as she could imagine. As many apples as he brought her and Louie had to mean something, even if the other human had to show him that thumbs in the way for treats meant thumbs in horses stomachs. After a while, she even let Benji help Brandt work on the horse blanket and dully ignored the question that her favorite human asked the other one. Louie, however, was not nearly as well bred as her, and snorted in delight at seeing his human glower in distaste at it.
“So…was Black Beauty your favorite book as a kid?” Benji inquired, as they finished snapping the latches to attach the blanket and Brandt moved forward to slide the hood over the mare’s head. “I said that I lived on a farm.” He reminded the other man, and yet he wasn’t the slightest surprised at Benji’s reply. “Yeah, but it’s still kind of a surprise. I thought you were kidding about it. I mean you didn’t really expect anyone to believe it, right?” No, he really hadn’t; even if it was the truth.
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