Authors Note: Sorry but I am not a professional writer. Just a girl who loves the Brave. Sorry for grammatical errors, this is unedited. I do not own the brave.

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Daltons POV

They had safely made it back to the safe house. Dalton had memorized her appearance. She had long blond hair that was nicely braided off the side of her head. She had a black fedora, sunglasses, a black trench coat, a medium-sized black purse, tall black boots with a heel, light skinny jeans, and a white shirt. She walked with confidence and she was focused. She was good too.

Amir was laying down on the couch. McG had said he probably just had been knocked out with chloroform or a substance like it. He should wake up soon. They all stood around, he could guess that they were thinking about this mystery women too. Then Amir started to move. They all walked over to him.

"Amir, Amir buddy wake up," McG said.

Amir made a grunt. Then opened his eyes.

"What happened?" he asked.

"She got the drop on you," Preach said.

Amir had a puzzled look on his face for a couple of seconds.

"Now I remember, she pushed me against the building and asked me some things," he said.

"What things?" he asked

"Didn't you hear over the comms?" Amir asked.

"No your comms went dark," he said.

"She asked me why I was following her, I then responded with a lie. She then recognized me a US special forces and warned me not to go looking for her or continuing what we were doing here," Amir said

"She recognized you?" Jaz said.

"Yeah, she also had an American accent," Amir said.

"Was it legit?" He asked.

"It sounded, the way she pronounces sounds, either she is a good, I mean really good in American accents or she grew up in America," Amir said.

He scratched his beard. Who was this woman? Sadly all this information means she is trained.

"Ok we will call D.C. and tell them this information, then we will go from there," He said.

They called D.C.

"We have no idea who this woman is, she's not C.I.A., not any known hitman. She's well trained. She avoided all of the cameras. Suggest extreme caution. As for the information, all we were able to get off of the firmware was an address. I want you to scout this warehouse, see who or what goes in and out. Get audio and thermal imaging," Patricia said.

The warehouse was about 10 minutes away. It was a small warehouse. From what they could see no one was coming in or out. There were no heat signatures in the building and no audio. They had been watching it for about three hours when Patricia wanted them to breach it. It was now nighttime in Morocco. Jaz and I would breach through the back while Preach and McG went through the front. Amir would watch things from outside. They were just using handguns because the thermal readings showed nobody in the warehouse.

They crept around the building, acting as normal as they could.

"3, 2, 1, breach," He said

They breached and everything went sideways. Turns out the thermal readings were wrong. He doesn't know how but they were. All that was on his comms was static. There were about 30 guys and a couple women ready and waiting. Within a few seconds, they had a knife up to Jaz and his throat. It looked like they were doing the same for McG and Preach.

They took their weapons and zip-tied their hands. So within a minute after breaching Jaz, Preach, McG and I was zip tied and being guarded by 6 armed guards.

About 30 seconds later some come through the back door with Amir. He looked a little bruised. There were still static in their ears. Then they took their comms.

Dalton ran all of the possible scenarios in his head. If they could somehow communicate with each other then they might have a fighting chance. But even with that, it's unlikely that his team could take the guns and shoot 6-7 people with still zip tied was unlikely. He knew his teaming was good but not that good. The best thing right now is probably just waiting for a better opportunity.

Then someone walked in. A woman with long blond hair, skinny jeans, black boots, a leather jacket, and a fedora. The women from this morning. He caught her face but his must be playing tricks on him because it can't be her. Then she spoke, speaking Arabic.

"What are you doing?" she addressed a man in a suit.

"Holding people who are after me," the man responded.

"You are supposed to be keeping a low profile not kidnapping people. Who do they belong to?" she said.

"Don't know running facial recognition and fingerprints now. They do have a communication line open that we are blocking but we can't figure out where its coming from," suit man said.

"Do you think they are the ones responsible for the killings earlier today?" she asked.

"Most likely," he said.

"What are you going to do with them?" she asked.

"I'm going to," he started t before he could finish a man wearing a black t-shirt and black pants stopped to whisper in his ear.

The women looked clam. While they were talking the woman had been walking around the warehouse surveilling it possibly. He still hasn't gotten a good look at her face. It was just somebody who looked a lot like her.

Then suddenly suit man hold a gun to her when she passed in front of him. She stops but doesn't seem disturbed by the fact that there is a gun pointed at her. Suit man probably just found out she killed his communication center guys.

"My friend says that some things are a little off with you," suit an said.

"Are you sure he's not just making it up because… oh screw this," she said.

As soon as she said. About six of the guys drop to the floor. I decided to take this opportunity. I took a knife and a gun from one of the guys who had dropped. Looks like my team had the same idea. They were shooting at us so we took cover behind some crates and started shooting back. Now I got a clear glimpse of this mystery women. She had a bo staff and was fighting off the guys who had kidnapped us. She was good. One swift move she could have somebody on the ground either knocked out or dead. She fought with a confidence. It kind of looked like I was watching a ninja movie.

"Get out of here," she yelled.

I didn't complain. Preach and McG layed down cover fire while Jaz and I ran to the door. Then we laid down cover fire for them as they ran to the door. Soon we were in the cool, dark outside. The car was about 40 feet away. We swiftly made our way to the car and got in. We then heard and saw an explosion from the warehouse. It wasn't big enough to bring the warehouse down but it was most likely killed anyone who wasn't already dead.

"What the hell just happened? Who was that woman? Who were those guys? How did they not show up in the infrared? How did so man collapse at once?" McG asked.

"All good questions that we will talk over with DC when we get back to the safe house," I said.

The rest of the car ride was silent. They went the long way home which extra turns to make sure nobody was following them. It took them 20 minutes more than it could've. They all walked up to the safe house. They went in and gathered in the living room. Them Dalton noticed someone in the corner and went for his gun. She walked out. They all had their guns on her. Now he knew for sure his eyes didn't play tricks on him. Nor was she just a look alike.

"Hi, Adam," she said.

"Top, who is this?" Jaz said.

"She's my sister," I said.