Third Person POV:

(A/N: I think this one is gonna be a little short. Mainly because I want to separate it in two different chapters for...dramatic purposes)

After last night's events with Isabelle, Y/N was now in his apartment when his high tech watch starts making a strange noise

He approaches the device near his suit jacket and it beeps again, revealing a bug

With a practiced motion, he tapped the screen, activating the built-in scanning feature. The room illuminated with a soft blue glow as the watch swept for any irregularities

The room was full of bugs, and there was only one person who could have done it...

...Kate...

She was thorough, no doubt about it. Y/N admired her dedication to the mission, but this breach of his personal space felt like a violation of trust. He couldn't help but wonder what she had overheard

He sighs deeply and starts getting all the bugs he could find in the room

After a couple of minutes gathering every bug in his apartment, Y/N heads to the hotel where Kate, Frank and Alex were staying

The door swung open, and there she was. Kate Bishop, the enigmatic partner whose actions had just blurred the lines between cooperation and intrusion

Y/N tilts his head and starts throwing the bugs for her to catch

Y/N: These...are...american...made.

Kate: Don't get angry. That's standard operating procedure.

Y/N gets in the room and sees Alex and Frank there

Y/N: Mason, Woods...

Mason: How was last night?

Mason and Woods exchange looks

Frank: I hope things didn't get too...tight.

They stiffle out a laugh

"Of course they listened" Y/N thought to himself

Y/N: What are you, five-years-old?

Kate: Enough, okay? What are the plans for today?

Y/N: I'm having a meeting with Isabelle. I guess you're having lunch with Alexander.

Kate: I am...and these two right here are gonna be listening from far.

Mason notices some movement outside the hotel

Alexander had arrived to take Kate to lunch

Mason: Alexander's car has arrived...

After that, Kate gets ready to leave and the whole plan is set in motion

...

Two hours later...

Arriving at Isabelle's office, Y/N was welcomed by her assistant

He was wearing a grey three-piece suit

Assistant: Madame Novak will be with you shortly. She would like it if you make yourself comfortable

Isabelle was on the phone speaking some words in greek, making Y/N raise an eyebrow

Isabelle: Help yourself to a drink.

Y/N does as Isabelle asks and pours himself some scotch

He takes a sip of the drink and can't help but notice that it tastes odd when he receives a text message from an unknown number

"WE ARE BLOWN. GET OUT OF THERE"

Isabelle then stops talking on the phone

Isabelle: So sorry to keep you waiting.

Y/N sighs and looks down, suspicious

Isabelle: You don't look like you slept much last night, Mr. Blunt.

Y/N: Funny you should say that, Madame Novak. I don't think this scotch is helping either. If I were a suspicious man, I'd say you put something in my drink.

Isabelle: Much easier to trust a drink you fixed yourself.

Y/N: But how did you know I was gonna drink the scotch?

Isabelle: I didn't...I laced all the drinks. You see, I don't like leaving much to chance...Mr. L/N.

Y/N's eyes widen after she discovers his real name

Isabelle watched his reactions with a predatory glint in her eyes. The game had entered a new phase, and the stakes had never been higher

Y/N: And I thought I was doing so well.

Isabelle: Oh, don't be so hard on yourself. You were doing fantastically well...

Y/N inspects the room, knowing he couldn't do anything but to listen to her talk

He then finds a picture of Alexander and Viktor together by a fishing boat, named Chevalier

Isabelle: The fault doesn't lie on your performance. However, you and your friends couldn't control the loyalty of young Charlotte. Or should I say Katherine? She gave you up like an unwanted kitten.

Feeling the effects of the sedative, Y/N decides to lie down on the office couch and stay quiet. Of course, Kate's betrayal caught him off guard and he was disappointed about it. But he was getting too weak

Isabelle: What are you doing?

She sees him lying down on the couch

Y/N: I've been here before. And last time, I fell badly and hurt my head.

Isabelle: I'm afraid that isn't going to stop you from getting hurt. Sleep well...agent L/N

Y/N closes his eyes

When he wakes up, he sees that he is tied to an electric chair in an unknown facility with Isabelle standing right in front of him alongside Dmitrios, the Novak's bodyguard

Isabelle: You may have heard about the Butcher of Belsen, perhaps about the Dark Angel of Ravensberg. And my personal favorite: The Fifth Horseman, doctor of the Apocalypse. But people make the mistake of associating these names to three different individuals. Not one. And you're about to experience his work firsthand

He steps on the chair's pedal, but nothing happens

Dmitrios: My apologies...there was a short in the wiring. Thought I had located it.

Isabelle: I keep telling him to modernize. But he's an old-fashioned man

The tall, muscular henchman messes with some wires attached to the chair, electrocuting Y/N in the process

The agent grunts in pain as he feels thousands of volts run through his body

After the shocking stops, Isabelle approaches Y/N 

Isabelle: So sorry I can't stay to finish you off by myself. I'll send your regards to Kate.

She then leaves the room

Dmitrios turns off the light and turns on a lampshade

Dmitrios: As Madame Novak told you, I'm an old-fashioned man. Electric chair...and polaroids.

He shows an album full of pictures of his victims to Y/N

The horrors of torture, captured by the sadistic fantasies of the man sitting right in front of Y/N

At the end of the album, a blank page

Dmitrios: This page is going to be just yours, Mr. L/N. Maybe we'll start...with the pliers.

After Dmitrios says that, a grey haired man enters the torture room, a face Y/N immediately recognized

Viktor Novak, the man he was looking for

Dmitrios: Boss...I didn't know you were coming.

Viktor: I like to come unnanounced. So, you're the one putting your nose in our business, huh? MI6, if I'm not mistaken.

Y/N: Do you...expect...me to...talk?

Viktor: Actually, I expect you to die. But you're a tough one. So we'll make this quick.

He pulls out a gun and points it to Y/N

Y/N: Great. Y'know, I'd rather have a bullet between my eyes than listen to this generic enforcer of yours monologue again. 

Viktor: Very well...

Y/N closes his eyes and gets ready for the worst

But instead of shooting him, Viktor shoots Dmitrios. And instead of a bullet, Dmitrios gets hit by a dart, making him go weak and fall to the ground

Dmitrios: B-Boss?

After that, he falls down, unconscious

Y/N then looks at Viktor, who was now doing something odd to his face, almost pulling it completely off

Viktor's face turned out to be a mask and the man behind it was a middle aged, experienced, dark-haired man

Ethan: Mr L/N...my name is Ethan Hunt and I'm here to rescue you.

To be continued...