"Miss Bristow, there's a problem down here at the front desk."
Sydney sighed and put her head in her hand, her palm resting against her forehead. "Why am I being alerted to this? Can't you fix it?"
"You're going to want to see this."
When Sydney arrived at the front, she was confused. There was this girl, about five feet and seven inches, being held by two of the more bulky guards she'd ever seen. The guard on the right was limping and kept bending over. The guard on the left was breathing heavily and he had his left shoulder dislocated. She looked at the man at the front desk, he had a black eye and his nose was bleeding. What the hell happened here? "Yes?" She asked.
"This … monster came here asking for you. I followed protocol but when I continued telling her Sydney Bristow didn't work here, she got… angry." He seemed embarrassed, and Sydney couldn't help but think he should be. This girl looked eighteen years old, give or take a year. But he was nearing his forties.
Sydney turned her attention to the girl. Her first opinion of the girl's height was obviously wrong, she realized as she noticed the girl's three inch high heel knee high boots. She noticed that they were shiny black, like they were new. She saw the girl was wearing dark denim skinny jeans, a look that seemed to be in style now. She had on simple blue tee shirt on and a black leather jacket. She had long blonde hair, maybe six inches past her shoulders that were curled in a spiral by her face. The rest of her hair seemed to be looser spirals, and it was worn down. She had a circular face, especially when she smiled like she was right now. She had dark blue eyes, almost gray.
"How do you know my name?" Sydney asked, out of anything Sydney could have asked, why are you here? How did you find here? How did you beat up three guys triple your strength, height and weight? This is the one that popped out of her mouth.
"My mother sent me."
"Why?" Sydney asked.
"Because she said you would protect me."
"Why did she say that?" Sydney asked and in return she got a shrug from the girl. "Who's your mother?"
"She goes by a lot of aliases. But most people know her as Irina Derevko."