Assassin 2.O

Hurley's POV

"What the hell are you looking at?" I asked when I saw Irene walking into the room.

"You look like a mummy," she laughed.

"Yeah, well," I sighed as we sat down. "A mummy doesn't have to write up reports."

"Dictate them. You should be good at that," she said, sitting across from me.

"Iranian official, General Rostami, the leader of the minority opposition of Tehran, claims that he has proof that a secret group of assassins within America's CIA are responsible for the nuclear event that occurred about a year and a half ago. With the Iranian presidential election just two weeks away, General Rostami continues to rise in popularity."

"They say General Rostami is gonna be the next President of Iran," Irene noted as she watched the news. I looked up at her before glancing at the tv.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "He didn't even have to blow up Israel to get there. He's gonna be a major pain in the ass, too."

"Where's Rapp?" Irene asked suddenly. "I can't reach him.

"How the hell do I know where Rapp is? I'm a mummy in a hospital."

"What about Olivia? I can't get a hold of her either and I assume you know where you're own daughter is."

I looked up at her and shrugged. "You know her. That girl has a mind of her own. Just like her mother," I mumbled.

"Well, I can't get a hold of either one of them." She said waiting for my reaction. I shrugged again making Irene let out an annoyed sigh.

"Are they alright? Have you had any contact with them since you were brought here?"

"Nope," I said popping the "p". I held in my smirk as she stood back up. "I've been too busy being a mummy."

"You don't think they went rogue do you?" Her question made me freeze.

"Rostami has full support restarting Iran's nuclear program." I slowly turned my attention back to the newscast.

"Thanks for the help," she mumbled as she stood up, fixing her skirt.

She turned around and left as I continued to watch the General talk on the news. "Iran will not be silenced. We will annihilate America."

As the General threatened America, I knew exactly where Rapp and Olivia were.

"Son of a bitch."