"Alright everybody get your butts outside now" said a booming voice from the door way and Michael entered the kitchen. There was an immediate scrapping of stools as the agents rushed outside desperate not to have any reason to be picked on today. Ariana dawdled behind so she could talk to Michael.
"So what are we doing today not target shooting again is it?" she asked as they stepped out of the guarded door in to the bright fresh spring air. The grass was damp with water and there was a moist feel to the air as they marched towards the training compound the sounds of gun shots echoing around the enclosed valley.
"No I was thinking of having some combat training today no weapons" said Michael staring thoughtfully across the land.
"Good I was getting sick of waiting for everybody to get their perfect shot" she said in a happier voice.
"Yeah but I'm having two on one for you" he said smiling sardonically.
"What I thought you said you were going to go easy on me after the injure" she said indignantly.
"Ariana your father said he doesn't care how much you hurt he wants you prepared for your next mission and you know I can't exactally ignore him!"
"Michael " she said stopping and turning to face him with a expression of great seriousness on her face" you know full well that I could kill anybody who interfered with me and I can complete any mission better than any other agent in this agency with a few exceptions and you have proof of that from Gambia when we took down 25 men armed and everything before Thomas shot me" she said grudgingly.
"You know you shouldn't have shot him he is in mossard" said Michael sighing
"yeah I know but it was my instinct I had my gun out I felt the bullet and I shot I didn't know who it was until it was done besides I kind of liked him and do you really think I would have done it just to get back at him and risk my fathers anger!" she said a note of venom in her voice the anger obvious thought her twisted face.
"Yeah sorry about that" Michael said staring at the three scars which showed on her face above her left eye. These were not the only remains of her father's anger the scars laced her body from all thought her life a punishment which remained with her throughout her life a constant reminder of who controlled her.