Ashley's p.o.v

'Now remember…' Clint said.

'Don't do anything stupid take it easy,' I said mocking Clint's voice.

'Ash I don't want a repeat of last time.'

'Okay can I go now please?' I asked. Clint sighed.

'Get the fuck out here,' he said in a joking tone. Laughing I stepped out the LS Hunterz building. Looking around I found that someone must have brought my bike here. I jumped on the bike and sped off into the city. As I got closer, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled off the road and looked at it. The number was unknown to me, maybe a new client.

'Hello, Ashley Byrans speaking.'

'Now, now Ashley that is not your last name. Its Philips am I correct?' A man asked.

'Who the fuck is?' I demeaned.

'Steve Haines speaking,' the man answered.

'How the fuck did you get my phone number?'

'Michael Townley gave it to me,' he explained. I made a low growling noise. I will be having a few words with Michael.

'Anyway, Townley and Trevor Philips are on their way. We need to talk face to face, warehouse off Dutch London in Banning.'

'Oh we can do more than talk you piece of shit,' I growled before hanging up. I pulled out a GPS on my phone and typed in the address, a purple trail appeared and I followed it to the warehouse. Pulling up I couldn't see dad's or Michael's vehicle anywhere, I turned the engine off and walked over to the wall near a small set of stairs. There is no way in hell am I going to go in alone, it could be some trap. Plus Steve Haines is one of the agent's that was behind the kidnapping and torturing of me. I pulled out my cigarettes and lit one up. A few minutes later I could hear a vehicle coming my way. Using my free hand I gently felt for the pistol, the vehicle came in view, it was my dad's Ute. I let go of the gun and breathed out a puff of smoke.

'Ashley,' dad greeted when he approached me. I nodded and lifted the cigarette and took another drag. He glared at me.

'You gotta quit that shit,' he lectured.

'Oh I will quit it, when hell freeze,' I said while I had the cigarette in between my teeth.

'I take speed mostly and look at me,' dad said gesturing to himself. He brought up his fist in a fighting stance. 'Boom, best shape of my life.'

I just rolled my eyes and scoffed.

'Remember I took you done that night at the lighthouse,' dad reminded.

'Yeah you got lucky that night,' I muttered while blowing a puff of smoke. Dad scoffed and walked over to a dumpster.

'What the fuck are you doing?' I asked.

'Taking a dump,' he answered. I scoffed.

'What? It's a fucking dumpster,' he said while squatting down. I rolled my eyes and took another drag, I threw the cigarette butt away. A few a minute's later Michael's vehicle appeared.

'What the hell are you doing?' Michael asked dad.

'Nothing,' dad answered.

'Are you taking a dump?'

'Why do you care?' Dad retorted.

'The fuck is wrong with you?' Michael asked while dad start to stand up again.

'I got abandonment issues, I see a shrink once a week.'

'Ah you know fuck you,' Michael said while flipping the middle finger at dad.

'Yeah well,' I said butting in. 'There is nothing like, meeting a bunch of creeps from the government in a quite building, for someone to grow balls,' I said while open the door. The three of us stepped inside to someone talking on the lower level. 'Did you see his face that last time I popped?' The guy talking was asking. Starting down I could see Dave Norton and Steve Haines. Steve looked up at us.

'Oh ladies,' he said holding out his arms. Scoffing I rolled my eyes.

'God, you're an asshole,' dad retorted. He spotted Dave and pointed at him 'You, you back there, I know you. But you, you I don't know' he said while walking down the stairs. The guy who had been talking when we first entered shrugged

'Yeah, well, until I see a reason otherwise, why don't we keep it that way?' He asked. He turned to Steve. 'Steve what a pleasure, bro. Oh!' They both chuckled and Steve patted him on the back as he walked the three of you. Dad and I studied him as he walked past.

'He reminded me of one of those guys you see advertising pills for middle aged men that can't get erections,' dad said at last.

The guy on the stairs laughed as Steve tapped dad on the shoulder. 'Hey Devin Weston is a very good friend of mine so why don't you watch your tongue? 'Cause let me tell you something: that guy gets more tails than a… a tail catcher!' Laughing at his own stupid fucking joke, he walked away from us. Dad and I exchanged a look.

'I'll have to fucking remember that line,' I said while walking over to a tool cart with bunch of tools sitting on it. Staring I saw two jumper leads connected to a car battery, flinching I took a step back. I have burns on my lower arms from jump leads.

'You. Where did we meet?' Dad asked while walking over to Dave. Dave casually lowered the cigarette he was holding and gazed at him. 'Nowhere pal.'

'Yeah I'm pretty sure that we have met,' I added while walking over to them.

'Hey ho. What are we doing here huh?' Michael asked.

Steve had gone to the back of the warehouse and lifted a door. He disappeared into the darkness of the room and pulled some guy.

'This,' Steve said while pushing him towards a chair that was beside the tool cart.

'Who the fuck is that?' I asked dad while the guy frantically looked around trying to find help.

'A guy we snatched from the IAA building, the day you and I had fight,' he explained.

'Keep the sick bastard away from me,' the guy pleaded.

'No, no. Ferdinand he's gone, he's gone. I've got some new friends here now,' Steve told him. I scoffed, friends my fucking ass.

'This is Michael and this is… Trevor and Ashley,' Dave said to the guy. I studied him while Steve sat him in the chair.

'Now our friend here, he claims that he doesn't know anything,' Dave continued.

'I don't,' the guy said quickly. 'I don't know anything. I don't know…' he trailed off as Steve finished tapping his hand and feet down.

'You know about the Azerbanjanis,' Steve said simply.

'Huh?'

'Azerbanjanis!' Steve yelled.

'I do audio visual, hi-fi audio visual. He's top man, good price, VIP, you know?' The guy said. Steve bent over and picked up a gas tank, shaking it to make the water inside slosh.

'You are a fucking spy,' Steve said simply.

'No, no, no, no, no, I'm not spies,' the guy pleaded.

'And those asswipes at the Agency know this,' Steve went on. He picked up a set of blue handled pliers. 'So I need to know what did you tell them, and what did they tell you?' Steve pulled a table over to the chair and stuck something onto the guy's chest. I pretty sure it a heart monitor. Steve flicked on the small screen and I was right. The guy clicked on what we are going to do to him the guy panicked.

'The house in Rockford Hills,' he said slowly. 'The man who owns it, he works at the consulate. That's all I know.'

'That's it?' Steve asked. The guy nodded. Steve bowed his head and gestured to dad and me.

'You two going to make him speak,' he told us while the guy repeated 'no'. Dad held out his arms and walked over to the cart. I followed him. Steve looked at Michael and Dave. 'You two are gonna drive up to Rockford Hills and when we find out which man is the man with the problem you put him down.' He handed Michael a black case, which looked like it had a sniper rifle in it.

'Because I'm tried of these fucking nitwits at the Agency taking all the fucking glory,' Steve muttered.

'Alright, the fuck is all this huh?' Michael asked.

'I think it's a good time buddy,' dad responded picking up the pliers. He waved them at Michael as he and Dave walked out.

'You two get to work and uh…' he put up his hands. 'I'm not here.' I picked up the wrench and swung to get a feel of the weight of it.

'Alright,' said while examining the weapons that were laying there. Steve kept walking around. He didn't look nervous, I guess he didn't want to be in the same room with me. After all I could easily smash his brains in with wrench. I placed back on the tool cart and started at jump lead. Looking around I found in a flashback. Instead of the guy sitting in the chair it was me, my arms were sizzling and I screamed in pain.

'Tell me what you know about Trevor Philips!' Steve yelled at me. Take short breaths I looked up at him and spat some blood to the ground

'I don't know anything, I haven't talked to Trevor since he disappeared,' I sobbed. 'Please let me go.'

Steve slapped me across the cheek.

'You lying little bitch,' he growled. He grabbed the leads again.

'Oh god, please no,' I screamed. Steve pressed the leads against my skin, I screamed and screamed.

'Ashley, Ashley,' I could hear dad voice but it was very faint. Shaking my head, I jumped back to the present.

'You okay?' He asked. I nodded and noticed that my fits where in tight balls. I loosen my grip and my fingers stretched out.

'Turns out that was wrong Azerbajani. We need a new address from Mr K. Choose your instrument and go to work on him.'

'Where do we start, eh buddy?' Dad asked him.

'Wait. What are you talking about the wrong guy? No, what do you want?' he asked. I turned to him rage in my eyes.

'I want you to shut the fuck up so that I can fucking think!' I yelled. Dad turned to him holding the wrench.

'Let's tenderize some meat.'

'Really?' Mr. K asked. He saw the wrench. 'Oh god! Isn't there a small one?' Dad started to pace in front of him.

'Watch the knee!' Dad exclaimed as he swung the wrench hitting him in the knee. Mr. K yelled in pain. A blood stain appeared through his pants. Dad walked back to the cart and dumped the wrench next to it. Steve walked over and crouched down in front of Mr. K.

'Mr. Philips ask him about Tahir Javan.'

'Why didn't you ask me?' Mr. K cried. 'I know Tahir, I did his home theatre. He lives in Chumash. The right, on the Western Highway.'

'Now how hard was that?' I asked him, while Steve straightened up. He pulled out his phone. 'He lives Chumash. The Western Highway.'

Dad looked at me. 'Seriously are you okay?' He asked.

'Yeah, I'm fine,' I snapped.

'Okay whatever,' dad said turning away. I rolled my eyes and did the same. It was pretty quiet, all that could be heard the heart monitor and Mr. K whimpers. Several minutes later Steve's phone rang. He listened for a few minutes.

'Yeah er… I'll take care of it.' He lowered his phone and turned to us. 'Loosen him up.'

'Want to choose?' He asked. I nodded and turn to the tool cart. Pliers or can of water. I picked up the pliers.

'Hold his jaw nice and wide open,' I told dad. He stood behind him and opened his jaw.

'No, no not the pliers,' Mr. K pleaded. I shoved them his mouth and gripped onto on his bottom front teeth.

'Shut the fuck up,' I hissed while he groaned in pain. Grunting, I kept pulling the tooth. A crunching noise was made and I had a tooth in the pliers.

'Ho, ho we got ourselves a winner,' I said while tossing the tooth to the ground.

'Dat 'urts ooh mush,' he mumbled while I placed the pliers back to the tool cart. Steve whistled and snapped his fingers a few times to gain his attention. 'Hey, hey hey. Now? Now are you ready to talk?'

'I have been ready to talk since the day I got kidnapped six weeks ago,' he whispered weakly.

'That's what we were afraid of,' Steve said. 'So yeah, yeah, yeah this guy we're after, what does he look like?'

'Average, build, average height. Middle-aged,' Mr. K groaned.

'Yeah sound like you're stalling. This better be enough,' Steve told him. He lifted his phone up and talked into it.

'Middle-aged, middle height, middle built whatever. He's dark, okay? He's Azerbajani for God's sake.' Steve groaned and walked back over to us.

'That ain't gonna to cut my friend.'

'Shit, shit I-I… let me think. I remember…'

Steve cut him off with a buzzing noise. 'Sorry too late. Trevor, show our contestant what he's won today!'

'Alright!' Dad agreed turning to the cart. He picked up the jumper lead and sparked them together. Fear ran through my body and my arms burned again. I had to get the hell out here.

'I gotta get out of here,' I said before bolting up the stairs.

'Ash wait,' I heard dad call before I slammed the door open. Standing out there, I had tears running down my face.

'Argh!' I yelled while kicking one of the rails. Storming down the stairs to where my bike was, I heard the door open. Looking back I could see dad. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone. I sped off back to Tommy's apartment and took the lift up to level 10. Walking down the hallway, all I could hear was my screams and Steve yelling at me. My skin burned and all my wounds from when I got tortured years ago ached. I found the spare key under an indoor plant that Tommy keeps.

'Hey where have you been?' Tommy asked. I ignored him and went start to the kitchen.

'Ash hey you okay?' He asked, while I grabbed a beer out of the fridge. I opened the bottle, but instaed of drinking it, I threw to the ground as hard as I could, it smashed and glass went everywhere and a puddle of beer laid there in the middle of the kitchen. I sat down on the floor and tucked my head into my knees and cried. Tommy approached quietly and sat next me.

'What happened?'

'I-I-I couldn't do. I couldn't fucking down,' I said with my head buried into my knees.

'Couldn't do what Ash? And don't lie just tell me everything?' I looked up and Tommy wrapped one of his arms around me.

'I-I had to go to a warehouse. I got a call from Steve Haines, I had to go to the warehouse where I met up with dad and Michael. Dad and I had to torture a guy for answers, and dad went to use these jumper leads on him and I just could do it,' I explained while sobbing.

'Ash, Ash,' Tommy said hugging me. He kept shushing me and I sobbed into his shoulder.

'Look at me Ash,' he told me. I started at him and he gently gripped my shoulder. 'You know what I'm going to do?'

I shook my head.

'I'm going to take you out drinking and clubbing. We going to get that pissed that we have an alcohol blackout. How does that sound?' I nodded.

'That's my hipster, cool, crazy friend. Now go and have a nice shower, I will clean this up,' he ordered. I nodded with a small smile and slowly climbed back up to my feet. I walked down the hallway while undoing my braid. I stepped into the guest bedroom and kicked my cowboy boot off. I ran my hands through my hair and stripped off my shirt and pants. Wrapping a towel around me I slipped across the hallway and into the bathroom. Turning on the water, I made it as hot as I could, as I soaked myself. I washed my body and hair and stayed in the shower until mu skin turned bright red. I had to get out, I turned the water off and rewrapped the towel around me. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, my skin was no longer red and my hair hung around my neck in wet stringy waves. I cracked a small smile. I'm going to forget about how crazy my life is for one whole night.