Team Westen's
"Michael, you are going to owe me another pair of shoes when this is all over," Fiona pouted, strapping the new car seats into her Hyundai coupe. Michael smiled as he held onto his children. He couldn't believe they had three kids, ranging from ages two-five. Michael had quit his job for the government permanently after Fiona had found out she was pregnant with their son, Michael Jason Westen Jr. He knew that a spy's family was in constant danger of being used as leverage, and he refused to take that chance with Jay, as everyone called him.
Kissing Fiona on top of the head, he went to work strapping the twins into the car seat. "Daddy I want to go with you!", "Me too Daddy!" They screeched from within the car. The twins were almost three now, Claire Madeline Westen and Chance Maddox Westen, both spitting images of Michael and Fiona. Though, no one could deny the eerie familiarities between Michael and Jay, including Frank, Michael's abusive dead father. Claire was a redhead like her mother and true to her Irish heritage, her eyes sparkled green. Chance took after both Michael and Fiona, with deep brown hair and emerald eyes.
Michael and Fiona had taken this job on a whim. Leaving their children for even a short amount of time broke their hearts. The client had come to them about three days ago, asking for the Westen team, needing their help to steal back intell on foreign operations. The job itself was simple, but in this line of work there are many sides to a story, and some parts seem too be accidentally left out. Michael and Fiona dropped off the children at Maddie's house and continued on to Sam's. The retired ex-Navy Seal, Achoholic, and women magnet, who was also Michael and Fiona's best friend.
Although Michael had been out of the spy game for almost six years, he could still tell when something wasn't quite right whether it been a moved pillow, closed sunshades, or even a spilled beer off to the side. As soon as they pulled up, he drew his handgun from the back of his dress pants. Fiona peered at him questionably, her own senses going on high alert. Together with drawn weapons they exited the car, each knowing what to do without talking, they entered the unusually quiet house. Unfortuatenly, they had little time to react as six heavily armed commandoes tackled them to the floor. Fiona hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from her lungs she could only watch as they zip tied her hands and feet. Michael wasn't so easily subdued, he came up swinging, catching one in the jaw before taking a kick to his chest. He grabbed at his ribs as he felt two shatter. Still, he kicked out feeling his foot connect, he rounded of this kick, tackling another man to the floor, snapping his neck with cold and calculated twist. Throwing his body to the side he stood, suddenly a screech from behind him caused him to freeze.
Another man, obviously the leader, was holding Fiona by the neck, a five inch military knife caressing the skin on her neck. His focused lost, he wasn't even aware of the gun butt slamming into the back of his skull.