The dark-haired woman waited until the CIA agents had evacuated the warehouse before she moved in. She already knew what to expect.
Her father had been chased by Sydney Bristow, to this area. A fight had ensued and she had killed him. Now, the CIA had 'The Bible'.
Her eyes had filled with tears when the sound of a gunshot echoed through her comlink. Her father had gasped, and fallen to the ground quickly, and it had taken all her restraint not to go to his side immediately. She removed her comlink from her ear the moment the shot was fired, so she had not heard where her father's body was taken.
She kneeled down to the ground, wiping at a crimson spot remaining on the floor, small traces of her father's blood staining her hand. She sobbed for the father she had never really known, for the man that she had loved despite his faults and his absence in her life. When she had joined Irina Derevko's organization, their relationship had grown, giving her hope that he would become the father she had always needed. And she would be a daughter that he could be proud of.
Now it was over.
As far as she was concerned, so was Sydney's Bristow's life.
An eye for an eye.
Anna Khasinau was not going to stop until Sydney Bristow was dead and 'The Bible' was returned to its rightful owners.
She would not do it for herself, though the satisfaction of watching Sydney Bristow die would be unparalleled.
She would do it for her father.