MITCHS POV

Once arriving to yet another safe house, Stan took Annika into a private room and closed the door. To which i assumed he would start to investigate her. Samantha didn't dare to follow her father, instead she stayed in the main room with me.

Sitting down, I looked up at Samantha who paced back and forth in front of me. She hasn't said a word since we got into the car. This was her usual thing though, ignoring people.

Her pacing back and forth started to annoy me, she wasn't anxious yet she was nervous. Why? If she was so confident with her discoveries, why was she worried?

"Sam, would you just sit down." No reply, it made me furious that she wouldn't talk to me. "Sam." I tried to get her attention, but still nothing.

Rolling my eyes and letting out a irritated sigh, I got up. Grabbing Samantha, and dragging her to the chair next to mine "Sit," I commanded. Throwing my hands off of her, she muttered "Don't touch me."

I sat down, furrowing my eyebrows at her. Why was she giving me attitude? I mean I sort of understand why, but I thought we would be past that now.

Looking around, there were others in the room, I couldn't pull anything on her. Instead I looked away, not wanting to put up with her witty remarks.

I licked my lips, trying to get myself to restrain from snapping. Although I cared for the girl she made me frustrated as hell.

The door to the room, that Stan and Annika were in, opened to revealing Annika sitting in a chair tied up and Stan walking out. "You were right Sam," Stan started as we stood up, "This Iranian mole is a though nut to crack. All I could get from her is her handler, Azad Ashani." He started walking to the front door and Sam and I followed.

"Happens to be a friend of mine. Samantha, you and I are gonna go pay him a visit." Stan placed his car eyes in a plastic container while grabbing his jacket.

Finally we'll get some where with Annika. Even if Samantha is right about her, she shouldn't have pulled that stunt in the hotel, but it did relief me that we had some evidence now. "Okay i'm going with you." "No," Stan insisted. "I need you to stay here. Kennedy's on her way with the CIA team and a Mossad Team."

I looked at Samantha to see what her opinion on me staying was, but she didn't look phased as she slipped on her jacket. Looking back at Stan I questioned why he would take Samantha then, and not leave her here with me. She's my trainer, why would he 'trust' me to stay alone without her?

"She's going to ask me where you two went, What the hell am I supposed to say?"

Backing away from me, Stan commanded that I keep my mouth shut and not expose where they're going. Knowing I didn't really have a choice against him, I gave him a nod. Stan existed through the front door and Samantha followed, not saying a single word to me.

SAMANTHAS POV
Following my father out of the safe house, we began our walk to where we were meeting Ashani.

"Why exactly are we going to meet Azad? We already have evidence that Annika isn't working with us." I asked, pushing my hands into the warmth of my jacket's pockets. "I'm trying to see why he would put her with us. He's smarter than the CIA, i'm wondering why he wouldn't keep her to himself." I huffed, "This is stupid."

All my father replied with was a small chuckle. He's had to put up with my remarks for twenty three years, maybe he's starting to finally accept it.

Following him Into an abandoned building, we walked up a few flight of stairs. This is were I assumed we would be meeting Annikas handler, somewhere private.

Walking up to the roof top, there was a man standing by the edge, leaning against the safety railing. Once Azad saw us in his gaze he turned to us with a smile. "Stan, it's nice to see you." "Likewise...This is my daughter, Samantha."

I gave him a nod as he did the same. I wasn't here to talk like my dad was, I was here to investigate, get evidence against Annika.

Pulling out a flask from his jacket, my father held it up to Azad. "I still have it." Taking it from my father, the Iranian chuckled and fiddled with it. "Very nice. I'm always very happy to meet with you Stan." Now they were both leaning against the railing. As I stood behind my father, Azad continued his sentence as he unscrewed the top off the flask and handed it to my dad. "But never happy why."

Taking it back, "Well maybe next time we'll meet for pizza. Your girl's though, by the way." He took a swing of the alcohol that was in the flask as Azad looked up. "Go easy on her," sharing the flask now, he also took a swing, "She's my niece" He immediately knew who my dad was talking about.

Nodding, my father replied with a yeah. Ashani was screwing the top back onto the flask.

This was boring me, usually talking was not this 'suttle' with me. Letting out a small sigh, I turned around, just to observe my surroundings. Hearing my father and the handler continue their conversation, I felt an uneasiness in the atmosphere.

Something wasn't right about this.

Looking around once more, I noticed something in the window of a building across from us. It was far but close enough, that when I squinted, I could see that it was a person. Although I would've let it go by now, it still intrigued me. Stepping closer to the opposite side of the roof top, I got a better look of the man sitting at the window.

My mouth dropped as  I realized it was sniper. Before I could warn my father and Ashani, the sound of the gun set off, and a bullet flew through the air. It hit someone, and then another flew by, hitting someone else.

Turning around I saw Azad on the floor bleeding through his chest, my father following him as he held his leg. "Dad!" Running to my fathers side I noticed that the bullet went through his thigh. He groaned in pain as he applied pressure to the wound.

I turned around to see if I could identify the shooter, but I was also met with a bullet.

Hitting the ground, I looked down to see where I had been shot, right through my abdomen. Luckily, I knew it didn't pierce through any organs or anything important, but it still hurt like a bitch.

I was bleeding out fast, my body started to become weak. I could tell I was going to pass out soon due to how flimsy my arm, that was applying pressure to my stomach, was becoming.

Everything started to become blurry as I saw two men running up to us. They grabbed my father and another man pulled me up. Dragging us out of the building, I was thrown into a van along with my father.

Trying to keep my focus and trying to stay stead with applying pressure to my wound, a fairly tall man walked up to me, slowly crouching in front of my face. "Well, look at what we have here folks."

Ghost.