Person Of Interest - Shaw's Journey

A Never Ending Cycle

Hi. Now you may be wondering who I am but that's not important at the moment. Now, tell me. Who do you thinks saves the world from major threats? The government? The police? The spoiled rich people on the top of the hierarchy?

None of the above.

But we'll get to that later.

It was a cold winter night. The blizzard outside showering everything in its path with snow and ice. The freezing night wind swaying around me and the cold snow numbing my hand as I grabbed the frigid handle and turned it. I entered the bar, the familiar smell of beer and ale filling my nose. I had been there almost every night ever since my former colleagues tried to kill me.

"The usual," I told the bartender over the shouts of drunk fishermen and sailors. I was a frequent customer, against my better judgement. I knew I should be hiding after the failed attempt on my life, but I had nothing to live for. No purpose. I was lost. Totally ready to give up, I finished my ginger ale and asked for another. I was about to drink it when someone stopped me. Thinking it was one of the drunken sailors I said, calmly,

"Let go or you won't have a hand."

"Sorry but I need to talk to you," It was a tall stone faced man. From the haircut, I'd say former military. He wore a black suit and trousers. I noticed an earpiece in his ear.

"Special Forces or CIA?" I asked.

"Concerned third party," he chuckled.

"And what do I have to do with this?" I question, ready to knock him out and make a run for it.

"We think you can help us," he says.

"Us? Is that whoever is on the other side of that earpiece?" I say, challenging him. "Besides, why would I run off with you and mystery man?"

"Your name is Sameen Shaw, you worked with the CIA and you worked for a department called Research. They would give you and your partner information about the target and you would eliminate the target. The CIA turned on you and your partner for asking questions, killing him and nearly killing you."

I was dumbfounded. How? How did he know all this? My work was classified to say the least and extreme measures were taken to make sure no one knew about anything we did.

"Shaw? Are you still with me?"

I fought back tears at the mention of my partner and nodded.

"Besides, I'm sure anything is better than what this hellhole has to offer." he continued.

He was right. I couldn't give up. Not just yet. I took a sip of my ginger ale and slammed it on the counter.

"Well? What are we waiting for?"

Word count: 499

A/N:

Hello! This is my first story/fanfiction and English is not my first language so I apologise in advance for any grammatical errors! Other than that, enjoy!