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and just updating the edited version of the text hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1:

The day started like any other, I woke up at dawn to spend two hours in the training room before walking in to the main dining room and eating a meal of bread, cheese and tomato. Then heading into the street, it was strange wandering around the streets of a country that wasn't mine. No one comes up to you asking for money; begging on every free part of ground on the streets.

Back home, most of the people could've recognized me as a Mossad, just by the fact that I had money. Yet, here everyone has money, America is a rich country. "America" I said to myself quietly. I liked that word but I couldn't get used to it I had a mission my mission was a personal one, a family one.

2 weeks previously.

"David, your brother has gotten himself into a situation with the American Defense force."

"What has he done?" I asked with a sigh.

That idiot! He should've known better than to do anything that involved the American forces. "Your brother, Ari Haswari, has killed an American officer of the unit that goes by the name of NCIS"

I groaned. He was always looking for trouble just because they didn't believe in the same values as us. I closed my eyes as the memory came back.

I walked along the narrow side walk leading to the side of the street. I walked into the dark warehouse that seemed empty but I could smell tobacco that had only recently been smoked. My brother had always been one for the American cigar. I followed the poorly disguised footprints in the dust that could almost be mistaken for a greyish carpet. My hand rested on my gun as I knew that my brother would kill without thinking. If someone was going to get killed it wouldn't be me.

My gun directed around the corner of a storage crate and pointed my gun, aiming it at one of the guys on the outside of the pack. Oy Ari, we need to talk."

There were three guns on me almost before I had finished the first syllable, "Why did you come here Ziva?"

My reply was simple, "to stop you doing something stupid big brother."

"I can look after myself," he muttered.

"Hmm," I muttered, "you know you have a guy after you that has enough passion to kill a nation?"

"He also doesn't have the guts to kill anyone." He replied with a snarl.

I just rolled my eyes, "well that was my job to find you and warn you Now that I am done, I should get going."

I tried to back away slowly making sure I kept facing the group of largely tattooed men. They almost scared me a little but I just hoped that there was another group of trigger happy Americans that couldn't hit a target if it hit them in the tukhus (ass in Israeli).

Ok I admit it isn't great but this is my first story so please go easy on me. but i hope you still like it :)