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That was two years ago, Sydney had been working off and on for Sloan and the
CIA while substitute teaching at the local high school where her daughter, Laura,
attended.
The work that Sloan had her do were mostly just counter measures against being
caught, and every once and a while, a mission where she had to retrieve a serum,
or an artifact, though those were becoming less and less, she still had to figure
out what Sloan was up to, he, of course did not yet trust her as he once did,
and, given the circumstances, she didn't blame him.
But that was about to change, she had discovered something while on one of her CIA missions, it was a fine powder that was said to be hundreds of years old, and was, in fact, another of Rambaldi's mysteries, she knew Sloan would want it, and in the giving process, she would earn his trust, he still might be a little wary at first, but she would fix that.
At the moment she was getting ready to teach an English class that the teacher had missed because of illness. The bell had rung and the students were sitting and talking with each other. Sydney was about to start when a man standing in the doorway, one of Sloan's men, interrupted her. She walked over quickly, her anger apparent in her step.
"What do you want?" she spoke quietly.
"Sloan needs you."
"I am about to start a class! You tell Sloan that I have his information, but that he will have to wait until the scheduled time." She glared at him, and, to her satisfaction, he cowered a bit before giving a curt nod and walking quickly way.
Sydney glared after him for a moment before she noticed a figure timidly closing the short distance between them; she was a bit shocked when she saw that it was her daughter.
"Laura! Why aren't you in class?"
"Mom, who was that? What information?" She was repeating her mothers' words.
"I'll tell you about it at lunch." She raised an eyebrow
to show that she was annoyed, rather than so afraid that she could barely breath.
Laura seemed to consider it, then, satisfied, gave Sydney a small smile before
walking off to her next class.
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Lunch was another matter all together, what was she supposed to tell Laura? That she worked for an evil man that had killed her fiancé? No, The CIA had set it up so that, to all appearances, Sydney ran a small, but rapidly growing business to which she would have to make the occasional "trip". She could use that as her cover, though it broke her heart to have to lie to her daughter, Sydney tried so hard to be as honest with her as possible. She could not of course go as far as to tell her that the trips she took were not for her business, but the CIA and Sloan.
She shook her head in disgust, she had thought her life was messed up before, when she was working as a double against Sloan, now she was working for him, the very man that had forced her into hiding. She rubbed her forehead, thinking. Before she knew it the bell had rung and she was on her way to lunch to lie to her daughter.
Sydney found Laura in the hall talking with her friends, when she came near she could hear snippets of their conversation, "Do you really think he's a spy?"
"Who?" Sydney walked up and asked casually, though she was calculating in her mind, what the best move to make would be when she found out.
"Oh! No one" laughed Laura's friend, Kat, "Just this guy on a TV show that we like."
"Ah, I see." She said with a slight smile "I was just wondering if could take you all out to lunch?"
"OH!! Ms. Anderson! That would be so cool!!"
"Right then, it's settled, where do you want to go?"
"Well," Laura, considered, "How about the Red Robin? They have a great turkey sandwich there."
"Sure! But, it's kind of expensive, is that ok ms. Anderson?" Asked Stephanie, one of the more thoughtful girls in Laura's group.
"It's fine! There are only five of us and my business is doing well, so I think that a celebration is in order!" Sydney smiled widely, in truth she had two different off shore accounts that held more money than she would ever need, if she wanted she could buy an island and still have enough money to live on comfortably for the rest of her life and great great grandchildren's lives, for that matter. Not to mention the fact that by the end of the year she would need at least one more account. "Come on, let's go, I don't want to make you late for your next class."
They all piled into Sydney's black suburban and headed off to the restaurant. All the girls except Laura sat in the back and chattered on mindlessly about boys and cars, and the new, young and *extremely hot* history teacher.
Laura took this time to talk to her mom about the man earlier that day, Sydney
knew it was coming, but still inwardly flinched when asked about it. Laura glanced
back and made sure that her friends were all too preoccupied to care what she
and her mom talked about before starting.
"So. What information, and who was that man?" Laura was to point.
"He works for an associate of mine, and was sent to get some information that I had for his employer, who is, by the way, paranoid. That's why he came in the middle of school." Sydney said, it wasn't an outright lie, in the matter of fact; it was the truth, so she felt a little bit better about it.
"Oh, but you looked so mad!"
"Well I was angry that he chose to interrupt me while I was teaching."
"Alright, thanks for telling me mom!" A warm smile spread across Laura's face.
"No problem." Said Sydney returning her smile, while they drove into the parking lot. "Alright! Who's hungry?"
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