MITCH GLANCES BACK AT a bloody quiet Lilith, before his eyes flicker back to Stan, who was driving the black Honda. "Hurley, what the fuck? I thought you were eyes on, why didn't you stop 'em?"
Stan clenches his jaw, his grip on the wheel tightning. "They were already in the damn hotel. Local mafia's working with 'em."
Stan glances back at his daughter, who was too deep into thought.
He pulls the car behind the CIA safe house, Lilith immedaitely jumping out of the car and moving to the trunk, popping open the trunk to revel their orginanl target from earlier, bloody, naked, and tied up.
Annika runs into the church, or the safe house, "I'll tell Kennedy we have the physicist."
"What the hell happened out there, huh?" Both Lilith and Stan ignore Mitch, Stan joining his daughter's side, while Mitch stood directly behind Lilith. "Thats twice now this guy's blown up our entire op."
Stan ignores him; "Where's the target? Huh?" He rips the duck tape off of the physicist lips. "What's the target?"
"No lo sé, señor." The man cries, speaking in spanish.
Lilith clenches her jaw, pouring gasoline over the man. "bullshit. Sí, tu sabes." She hisses. "Te segiero que empieces a hablar, o sentirás mi daga en tu piel."
Mitch's eyes practically buldge out of his head when he hears Lilith talking in Spanish. "Hot." He didn't mean for the word to slip past his lips, but Lilith heard, smirking up at him, while stan was putting a cigarette between his lips. Mitch shakes his head, going back onto the the topic at hand. "Do you think I'm stupid? He's an American, He said your name, he knows Lilith." Lilith tosses down the gasoline continer. "Did you train this guy?"
He continues to ignore Mitch. "Do you like to smoke?" Stan lights his smoke
Mitch throws his hands up in frusteration, stepping away from the two. "Oh, Jesus Christ!"
