A/N: Sorry this took so long. I took this chapter in many different directions before settling on this one. Also, do you guys have any suggestions on the dads name? I've got nothing. Side note: The next chapter will be longer in order to make up both for the delay and the length of this one.

Chapter 4: Nothing surprising

"I'm sorry."

"Fuck off."

Eva was pissed. Not only had she lost her cell phone somewhere between her house, the club, and the alley way, she was also unable to come up with a valid excuse as to why she was coming into the house as her father was in the kitchen getting breakfast. Eva vaguely wished they had snuck in through the window.

"Seriously Eva, I'm sorry"

"Seriously Sam, fuck off."

Not only was she not allowed another cell phone for loosing her old one, she was also forced into doing extra training until her father said other wise. If there was one thing Eva hated more than anything it was training.

"Can you at least talk to me?"

"No, fuck off."

Eva smirked at the sigh that left Sam's lips. Sam had been apologizing for the last week, ever since their little act of rebellion. Needless to say, Sam had hardly gotten into any trouble even though she was the cause of it. While Eva had to add 2 extra hours onto her training, Sam only added 1.

"I'll make it up to you."

"Doubt it."

Sam huffed before dropping the cloth in her hand. Eva's eyes remained on the gun that the two were to clean. It was one of the many punishments his father had given them.

"Don't be a little bi-"

"Eva, your father wants you."

Eva and Sam looked to the door of the training room at the voice. Ean, the other teenager who lived in the house, was leaned against the frame of the door. If Eva knew didn't know any better she would say Ean was interested in Sam by the way his eyes stayed on her cousin even though he was addressing her.

Getting up and placing the gun on a shelf, Eva whipped her hand on her jeans and made her way to the door. "Fine." Eva walked out of the room as Ean moved to take her seat. He was, apparently, going to keep Sam company while she was gone.

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The walk to her fathers office was slow and agonizing. Eva had no idea what the man would need her for and if she had her way she never would. The man had't spoken to her since he issued her punishment.

Eva knocked on the wooden door and waited for him to acknowledge her before pushing the door open. He was sitting behind his desk, torso bent as he scribbled words into a notebook. It was his favorite journal, he always wrote in it.

"You needed me."

Silence was her answer and she shifted uncomfortably.

"Sir?"

He looked up then, his face stern. Eva would have flinched if the stern look wasn't his permanent one.

"Eva, come sit." He lifted his hand, pen grasped between his fingers, and motioned for one of the two chairs placed in front of his desk.

Eva narrowed her eyes in suspicion as she moved to take a seat. She slowly slid into the seat but relaxed as soon as her butt hit the cushion. It was hard to feel anything but comfort in the seat, it was perfect.

"Have you finished your punishment for the week?"

It was no longer comfortable, his tone of voice ruined it for me. Eva thought on the question. If Sam didn't run off with Ean then she would have finished it for her. Eva nodded her head before realized her father couldn't hear a nod. "Yeah, just finished."

Silence settled between the two once again and Eva vowed to never let silence drag on for so long ever again, especially if it was so uncomfortable.

"Good, I have a mission for you."

Eva perked up at the news. A new mission meant she was off of punishment. More importantly, she would be given her weapons back.

"Don't be to excited, girl. It's a scouting mission. I need for you to find something for me. It must be done quickly and expertly."

Eva held back a groan. She hated scouting missions. It normally meant going into old abandoned houses with nothing interesting in them, and almost always coming home empty handed. More importantly, she probably wouldn't be allowed to take her guns. "What am I looking for?"

Her father looked up from his work to throw a manila folder at her, she caught it with ease. "Everything you need is there, go."

Eva mock saluted her father before briskly walking out of the stuffy room. Eva didn't know how he spent most of his days locked up in his office. It smelled of death and solitude. The last ounce of life left when her mother died.

Making her way to her room to grab what she would need, she looked into the folder. Irritation settled over the papers contents. Another old abandoned house, lame.

Groaning out her frustrations, Eva wondered if she would even need her sword. She decided to grab it anyway. With her luck something big would pop out of the shadows.

Finally reaching her room, Eva threw the folder on the bed and strapped her sword to her side. She would need to leave now to make it before dark and she would probably be there all day. It was a simple mission but Eva had this nagging feeling something big was going to happen.

Eva brushed the feeling aside, nothing really surprised her anymore.