Where In The World Are The Killers?

We are Survivors

The Bureau had taken off for Libya just under an hour ago and Marina could still feel the emotional pain from her fight with Anders. His words were still ringing in her ears and she could vividly recall the blank look in his normally shiny gold eyes. She'd let her emotions get the best of her and she needed to make things right if this team was going to find the Sword.

Marina looked up at the knock on her office door, "who is it?"

"It's Fili," the Irishman answers.

"Come in," she says, closing the laptop she had been staring at since take-off.

The door slid open and Fili leaned into the office, Dean at his feet.

"How are you feeling?" he inquires.

"Shouldn't you be asking your husband that?" Marina replies.

"Already have," he answered, "now I'm askin' you."

"I... I've been better," she admits, "I shouldn't have let my emotions dictate my actions, but I just can't trust Jonah!"

"I know that, we all know that," he assures her, "but Marina, sometimes in life we have to do things and trust people we don't want to... And sometimes we need to look at the whole picture, not just a part of it."

"What do you mean?" Marina questions.

"I mean that maybe Carmen is right about there bein' more to Jonah's story than what you know," Fili clarifies, "we know he's a hitman for hire and you're the only shot he ever missed, so why did he? Why are you the only person he let live when he's killed the rest o' his targets?"

"I... I don't know," she says, resting her arms on her desk, "but sane people don't kill others for money! He's a dangerous man, too dangerous to let our guards down."

"Marina, I'm a trained MI6 agent, Anders is an Asgardian warrior. Dean and Hunter have quite the bite force behind them and there's still the rest o' the team, I'd like to see Jonah take us all on," he smirks, "you're a brilliant woman, so you should know that making assumptions about others without knowin' all the facts is illogical."

She sighs, "it's more complicated than that, Fili!"

Fili takes a seat on the couch beside her desk, "then let's try somethin', see the scar on my lip? With what you can see and know about me, how do you think I got it?"

"I don't see how this-"

"Humour me," he interrupted.

"... Ok," Marina says, looking at the scar on the right side of the man's lip, "it's an older scar, you most likely got it before adulthood so it could not have come from a mission for MI6. Given that it is on your lip it suggests that you were in a fight and someone hit you in the face. Possible the result of a punch and the person wearing a ring or they hit you with something that broke the skin."

Fili hums as he ponders her words, "I appreciate you sayin' a fight and not a bar fight. People always assume I got it after too many drinks in the pub but I've never been in a bar fight, people chicken out when I stand up! But you're actually wrong, Marina."

She tilts her head, "so it is not from a fight when you were younger?"

"Ha! No, unless you count a flower as a worthy opponent!" he laughs, "I got it when I was about... Four? Yeah, that sounds right. My grandparents had the biggest rose bushes around their house in all kinds o' colours. Four-year-old me wondered if a rose tasted as good as it looked so I walked up to a bush, grabbed a flower and took a big ol' bite out of it! Didn't taste like I thought it would but the blood in my mouth overtook any other flavour cause I got cut by the thorns when I bit the flower... And that is how I got this scar!"