There he was. The one she fought for, the one whom she had given her heart to. There he was, kissing a tall blonde haired woman. She could see the kiss from the inside of her car. Pain filled her entire being as she watched Michael Vaughn pull away from the blonde haired women smiling. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. Her eyes blurred. Trying to control her emotions, Sydney Bristow drove away, away from the torture that had been unintentionally been inflicted onto her. She laughed to herself. Who was she kidding? Vaughn was no longer Sydney's Vaughn, because Sydney was dead. Dead to the world, dead to her family, and dead to herself. Sydney Bristow no longer existed, because Julia Thorne took over.
She became just what the Covenant wanted her to become. A top spy that questioned no orders and did a brilliant job on every mission given to her. They thought she was completely brainwashed, but they thought wrong. During those hours of torture, she held onto that one thing. The one thing that she thought she would always have. But now he belonged to someone else. Besides, she couldn't get back together right now even if she wanted to. Because she worked for the Covenant now, and they kill anyone who stands in their way.
Sydney, no Julia, drove away quickly, wiping the tears from her face as they fell down her face. Anger burned within her. It was the Covenant's fault. If they hadn't of interfered, she would have been happily vacationing in Santa Barbra, maybe even married.
Images of her and Vaughn married filled her mind. She quickly shook her head. Compartmentalize. She had been trained to do it, but why could she not stop the flood of emotions that kept drowning her.
In frustration, she stepped on the gas. She needed to go faster, she needed to feel faster.
Julia took a right turn, then a left.
They had sent her on a mission to Los Angeles. It was easy enough, copy disks from the computer mainframe and get back. It was more of a test of loyalty. If she would remember anything on her first mission in her old city. She had done excellent. Even destroyed the security tapes so no one would know it was her. Because she wouldn't know what to do if her old friends found out she was alive. They might come looking for her, but she couldn't have that. No, she wanted to watch the Covenant burn in hell for all they had done to her.
She glanced at her personal phone. They didn't know she had it. She hadn't even used it in fear of it being traced and taken away. Making a decision, she picked the phone up and dialed.
"Kendall."
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