Chapter 7—A Girl on a Mission & The Head of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Sam is a girl who was highly dedicated to her job in finding the man responsible for her mother's death. Being one of the youngest investigator reporters for the New York Times, she used every avenue and resource possible to find the owner of the cigarette butts. She dropped a few off with Ted Breadson, a friend at the NYPD to run a fingerprint match and DNA match, while she did some research of her own. The cigarettes were that of a French brand called "Clovers" sold only in Paris, France. She found their website along with an order from, "damn," dead end. After more searching she found the biggest cities like New York, Las Vegas, Huston, Chicago, and many more some of the top suppliers of the brand. Making the brand of cigarette's impossible to trace. Hearing her cell phone beep, she checked the message that the technicians at the NYPD were trying to get a workable fingerprint with no luck. The DNA left on the cigarette butts where giving the tech's a run for their money. Groans out as she puts aside her own personal search and gets to work on an article she was suppose to write about.

Sam stared at her computer as the dream she had the previous night runs through her mind. **Dream: She found herself back to that last night with her mother; she was busy singing when the doorbell rang. Running to the door as fast as her little legs could go, she opened the door and starred up in shock and fear at the young man with brightly glowing red eyes.

"Sam, who is it?" Her mother called out as she rounded the corner to the open door. "Oh Remy, please do come in. This is my daughter Sam, Sam this is Remy remember he is taking me out tonight."

"Bonjour Sam," Sam found herself relaxing and smiling as Remy knelt down to her level and handed the flowers he held to her. "For you petite," Sam giggled as she took to flowers and smiled up at her mother. She remembered her mother kissing her goodbye that evening and telling her to behave for grandma; as she watched her mother and Remy enter a waiting limo and leave.

Sam never could recall what truly woke her, but she clearly remembered sitting up in bed, seeing flashing red and blue lights across the walls in her bedroom. She looked out her window as a few cops talked to her grandparent's, her grandmother's scream scared her. Sam went running downstairs as fast as her little legs could go. Her grandmother was kneeling on the grass; her grandfather was holding her in comfort. Her grandmother turned seeing her and pulled her into her embrace as she cried.

It wasn't until the next morning when her grandparents told her that mommy and her friend went to heaven.**

Sam starred at the header for her article: Tragedy Strikes One New York Family, One Infant Survives Fire. Ignoring her own problems she quickly types up a worthy article. In the back of her mind she repeats over and over again 'his name is Remy, I got you, you son of a bitch, I'll make you pay.' She was so absorbed in her thoughts she literally jumped when her cell phone rang. "Yes Ted, tell me you got something. I know the bastard's name it's…"

Ted interrupts Sam before she can continue, "Sam, listen to me I want you to drop this. For your own good forget this case."

"Ted? What the hell? No, I won't forget this case. This bastard killed my mother and thousand others; you're telling me to just forget it?" Sam nearly screamed into the phone getting odd looks from her co-workers, quickly sends the article and grabs her purse and heads towards the elevators.

"Sam, I got orders from S.H.I.E.L.D. to hand over all materials related to this case, I'm sorry Sam." Ted stated.

"S.H.I.E.L.D! What? Are you joking me?" Takes the elevator down to the garage, walks towards her Yamaha Sports bike, "Ted I can't just drop this, this is too important to me. I…I know his first name, at least I think I do…" Ted was a dear friend that worked for the NYPD, anytime Sam needed police work performed Ted was her man. "Who did you speak to at Shield? TED! Please, I need this."

Sighs, as he mumbles out, "I'm going to regret this…I got a personal call from Nick Fury and was told to drop it. I know what you're planning Sam, just be careful, you hear me?" Ted stated.

"Yes, I will thank you, Ted." Ends the phone call, removes a writing tablet from her bag and writes down two names Nick Fury and Remy_, takes her cell phone and dial's S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.

"This is Sherry with S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, how may I help you?"

"Yes, may I speak to Nick Fury?"

"Mr. Fury is out on a mission, may I take a message?" Sherry asked.

"Umm, tell him Samantha Howlett called my number is 555-5855…it's…"

"I'll relay the message Miss. Howlett, thank you for calling SHIELD." Sherry states before hanging up.

Sam stares at the phone as the call is disconnected, before she could complete the message, circles the name on her pad, "soon very soon." Dialing her grandmother Joyce phone number, "Grandma, hey it's me…do you still have Uncle Victor's number? Yes, I know it's been forever, but I need his help. Thank you, I'll come visit your soon, love you." Hangs up and dials Victor's number, she meet him twice in her lifetime, but never once got the chance to ask him about her father. Hearing a growling voice on the other end of the line, Sam takes a deep breath and answers the growling what, "Victor, this is Sam, your niece. I-I need help."