"But, with this plan, you two have to work together and not argue because if you do then this will all go to shit," Cole says, looking between Alexander and me.

"Us?" I ask, looking at Alexander, but he looks just as confused as I am.

"Yes. You two are going to go to Russia."

"What?!" Alexander and I both say at the same time.

"The mole was going to go to Russia to meet up with one of the Russian soldiers who works at the estate with Vladimir and they were going to meet at this popular club that I now have the location of," my dad states holding up a piece of paper. "I want you two to go to that club and find out where the estate is located. After you find out the location, you will then fly back here, and we will continue to move forward with the plan."

"Plan?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"I will talk to you guys about that when you get back from the mission," my dad states. “One thing at a time.”

"What do you want us to do?" Alexander asks.

"Like I said, I want you to go to Russia and talk to that guy about where the location is. Thalia, you will be doing most of the work and getting the information."

"Then why does Alexander need to come with me?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Do I really need to tell you that?" my dad says furrowing his eyebrows at me. "After tonight, you need someone with you at all times to make sure you don't do anything stupid. Especially since you are going to Russia, close to where the enemy is and he wants you both dead."

"Why not send someone else?"

"Because I don't trust them and plus since you want to go out and fuck around then you will get the chance to do that in Moscow."

"Do I have to go with him though?" I ask, pointing to Alexander. "I am pretty sure I can take care of myself."

Alexander chuckles. "As if."

I look at Alexander. "I'm sorry, who is the one who beat the other to a pulp during training the other day."

Alexander leans forward. "I was going easy, angel. Don't want to ruin the only good feature you have now, would I?"

"You’re such a dick." I roll my eyes. "I can take care of myself and I certainly don't need you for anything. You are just a waste of a-"

"Cut it out!" my father yells. "I am so sick and tired of you two arguing nonstop. You argue over the stupidest shit," my dad rubs his temples and sighs. "You two need to get along because I am not going to go through this with the both of you every day because I swear to god you both have been nothing but dicks to each other since the start."