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❝ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴅʀᴇss ʟɪᴋᴇʏᴏᴜʀɢᴏɪɴɢᴛᴏ sᴇᴇʏᴏᴜʀᴡᴏʀsᴛᴇɴᴇᴍʏ❞
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MITCH SAT IN A chair next to Lilith, who was quiet the whole way to the CIA. He would occasionally glance back at her, but she was in deep thought. He could see the large bruise on her temply, from wear Annika banged her head in the wall. Her bottom lip was spilt too, and she had bruises dotting her arms and cheekbones.
Froy takes Annika's phone from Lilith. "We're gonna need the decryption device."
The door opens, and both Lilith and Mitch look at Annika, her hair wet and brusies dotting her neck and face. The door closes behind Stan, and both Lilith and Mitch stand up, walking alongide him. "You were right, Mitch, Lilith. This Iranian mole is a tough nut to crack."
Lilith rolls her shoulders back, feeling slightly better when she felt a pop. "I could get information out of her, when my dagger touches her skin."
Stan glances back at her. "No, your not gonna torture her." A huff escapes Lilith's lips, and Stan continues to walk. "All I could get out from her was her handler. Azard Ashani. Happens to be a friend of mine. I'm gonna go pay him a visit."
He places his keys in a tub. "Okay, I'm goina with you."
Stan grabs his jacket, turning to look at Mitch. "No, I need you two to stay here. Kennedy's on her way with the CIA team and a Mossad team."
Mitch blinks a few times, slightly taken aback. He would of thought Stan wanted him to go with. "She's gonna ask me where you went. What the hell am I supposed to say?"
Stan walks backwards, adjusting the collar of his shirt. "That's right, she is. And you're gonma be smart, and you're gonna keep your mouth shut, and you're gonna cover my ass." His eyes flicker to Lilith, giving her a small small. "Be safe, don't do anything stupid. I'll see you later."
She nods her head, giving her father a weak smile, her head slightly pounding. "Be careful, dad."
Stan nods his head, his eyes flickering to Mitch who nods his head, his lips slightly parted, before making his way out of the safe house. Lilith's eyes flicker to Mitch. His long sleeve shirt had a few rips in it, his face slightly bruised from Annika. His eyes flicker down to her, her outfit bloody and ripped. She wasn't able to change in fresh clothes since two days ago, when she saw Ronnie.
