So to make up for the delays here is another chapter.
After an hours car ride out of the city and another hours walk from there we finally reached an old estate. It looked like it hadn't been used in a couple hundred years but I knew that looks could be deceiving. We walked over to a building that looked like it was an old garden shed but the door had a retina scanner and keypad lock on it. Whatever this place was it had really heavy security. We entered and walked down a short hall and then entered an elevator. The elevator seemed to shudder and then it started it's decent. When we exited i was greeted by a smell I knew all to well, the smell of oil mixed with sweat mixed with gunpowder, the smell of a training camp. As we walked through the camp everyone stopped to look at us. They all seemed to know who I was. Then they were told to get back to work. The voice was one I knew, and knew well. I hadn't heard it in years, not since that faithful day in L.A. when she was killed. I turned thinking it wasn't possible but standing there in front of me with a big grin on her face was Jenny Shepard.
Well once again please review and thank you for reading. As Ziva would say, Shalom
Signed, Arranmore13