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It had been a year since Sydney Bristow, aka Julia Thorne, had given up on ever returning to the CIA. Despite Kendall's offer to have part of her memory erased, she felt that she could never go back. No, Sydney Bristow was dead; the woman who now inhabited her body was Julia Thorne. She was originally in the Covenant, but dismissed that and was now a freelancer. The Covenant wanted her dead, the CIA wanted her back, but neither could catch her. She had made quite a name for herself, never getting caught; there wasn't a picture of her ever taken that you could clearly see her face. Except on video security feeds, but no one ever managed to see them, because they were always damaged in some way.
No one in the CIA knew who Julia Thorne was, except for Kendall, and he intended to keep it that way for the time being. All they knew was that she needed to be found, because it was believe that she knew something about the disappearance of Sydney Bristow. But they couldn't find her, and if luck prevailed she never would be caught. They would never get her picture and they would never know who the enigma Julia Thorne really was.
Julia had dropped The Covenant's look for her, letting her hair grow long and back to it's original dark color, having gotten darker then before. But she didn't look the same, her eyes were always lined in dark make-up, smoky and she had more confidence in her stride than Sydney had had. After all, Julia Thorne was a completely different person.
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Looking down surveying the club she saw her who she was looking for, a blonde haired man standing by the bar, looking around, his eyes settled on her. She was beautiful, dark and mysterious. His eyes followed her as she made her way down the iron stairs and over to the bar. "You always had a flair for dramatics, Julia," he said as he took a sip of his drink, looking her up and down as she stood before him. This man, Paul Jamison, was one of the leaders of The Covenant. He wanted her dead the most, but he hadn't found her, she only surfaced when she wanted. "Tell me, love, why the need for this? You know I would be happy to meet you anywhere." Julia remained silent. This man had contacted her out of the blue, and she had gone for it, she, even though she knew he was probably going to kill her, wanted to know what he wanted.
"What is it, Paul?" She asked bluntly. She wanted to get this over with, she wanted to see what he wanted and then leave, preferably without harm.
Leaning in closer, he smirked, "I want to give you something," he said, pulling back, but not before she could see hunger in his eyes.
"Oh, really?" She asked, rolling her eyes, "And what would that be?" Crossing her arms over her stomach she fingered the small blade she had hiding in the hem of her pants. Ready to pull it out and stab him, which no doubt would bring her much pleasure, she would rather not do, not tonight, not like this. She wanted it to be on her terms, her meeting, not his.
"Here," he said, taking an envelope out of his pocket and handing it to her, "you'll like what's inside I promise." He finished off his drink before putting down his glass and then kissed her on the cheek rather suddenly. Before she could react he was gone, disappeared into the crowd. Looking down at the envelope he had handed her, Julia frowned. She didn't like enemies being cryptic, it made her feel uneasy.
After stuffing the envelope, unopened, into her pocket, she made her way out of the club. Looking around to see if she had been followed she made her way to her car, getting ready to drive home. The doors were still locked but on the passenger seat was a rose. A single rose and nothing else. Furious, she threw the rose on the street and tore off down the road, not to her hotel room, but to a different hotel, knowing somehow that it wouldn't be safe for her to go back there.
After getting a room, Julia pulled the packet from her pocket, sitting on the bed she sighed, not really wanting to find what was in it. Opening the folds Julia pulled out a piece of paper, a few pictures fell out onto her lap, ignoring them for a second she looked down at the paper. Gasping slightly at what she found written.
Proof, even though Sydney Bristow was dead, she still carried some of the same vendettas. Allison. She was alive, looking down at the picture she saw that she still looked like Francie. Cursing silently to herself, Julia looked back at the paper. It gave a place, a home address for the woman.
She was going to kill her, even though she knew it was what the Covenant wanted her to do, she didn't care, she was going to kill the woman who stole her best friend's life. And she needed the best to do it.