Chapter 4

"There has been something we haven't told you yet," Mrs. Jones started. They sat in the office of the DC-version of MI6 headquarters.

"Would have never guessed that," Alex answered ironically.

She just sighs and pulls out a thick file of the draw. "Alex, come closer," she says and he nears to the desk. "You know that sixteen years ago Julia Rothman ordered the killing of your father leading to the plane crash in which your parents both died."

Alex nodded, suddenly in interest.

"Seventeen years ago, your father couldn't attend your birth because he was on a mission in India. These are his mission files," she showed him some copied papers indicating a special MI6 mission. "Your father was undercover in a secret cell of arm trade terrorists where he worked for a man called Avani Anjali.

During his time as an arms trader, he met Anjali's girlfriend Natasha Sedov who later turned out to be a Russian spy. Shortly after your birth, we managed to arrest fifty-seven arms traders, including Anjali. Natasha escaped to Russia but shortly after was captured in Germany and charged with espionage because she sold stolen information about MI6."

Mrs. Jones sighed heavily before continuing. "She was a very dangerous and well-trained spy, and also the daughter of a former KGB director. She was found guilty and brought to a prison in Alaska. CIA and MI6 cooperated during her trial, she was also accused to having spied on the Americans.

But, two months later it turned out she was pregnant. Mr. Blunt himself visited her those days. You can't imagine the prisoner's conditions. It was gaol for the most dangerous people and she was the only woman there. However, in eighth month of her pregnancy her health got worse and she was brought to hospital in London when I first time met her.

She was a cruel woman, full of hatred and disgust. However, she became stable again and returned to the prison in Alaska. It was something CIA ordered and we would have never allowed a pregnant woman to go into such a jailhouse.

A month later she bore the child in the prison in Alaska but we ran a DNA-diagnostic so that we could be sure it was Anjali's child and not one of the prisoners... But it all came different: The DNA matched to your father's sample."

Alex looked up suddenly. He saw the grief and sadness in Mrs. Jones eyes, she felt sorry for him. "You want to say, my father slept with his woman?"

She nodded. "He was on an undercover mission and he needed to find out anything about Anjali."

"He was a married man. His wife was pregnant...with me!" Alex shouted. He couldn't believe it. Was Mrs. Jones really saying that they kept secretive that he had a sister all the time? No, impossible.

"May I go on?" she asked and he sat down again, nodded.

"You can't imagine what happened over there in America. The jailhouse is in the coldest region of Alaska where only the damned and most cruel, violent criminals are stored, waiting for a chance to die. And right there, a child was born.

The child of one of our agents. We explained the situation to your father and he reacted like you. He feared that his marriage could broke. So we promised that his child would never appear again. He knew it was the best for her to never know who was her father."

"Her?"

"Natasha bore a little daughter...However, we sent her and her child to a CIA labour camp in North Canada. We expected her to die and the guards should care for the child. Actually, we thought she would die within days as well..."

"You wanted to kill my father's daughter?" Alex screamed all of sudden and jumped up of his chair again. Mrs. Jones regarded him all calmly.

She did it again, they betrayed him. They had betrayed and lied to him all the time. They used him and denied him the truth. He wanted to run out, kill Mrs. Jones, do whatever, but not be here in the room with this person of a woman.

"She was unwanted. She was the daughter of a Russian spy and a British agent. This would have caused trouble for your father when the Russians would have found out. So we condemned them to perfect isolation from the world. But the daughter survived and grew up in Canada.

As soon as she was old enough to walk stably they made her work as well. We received reports every month and watched her growing up. When she became ten, her mother died from overworking and the coldness. She has been pregnant at those days again, from another inmate.

Both died and the little girl was on her own in a jailhouse, cramped with the most dangerous mobsters of the world. Reading this file it's no surprise what she became...

Her last psychological report showed her as above-average intelligent, she can be charming to psychologists but she also shows psychopathic features. Once in a fight in the prison, she beat up two mean to hospital, one of them died due to his wounds three hours later.

She was put into an isolation cell for three months but it didn't change her attitude. So CIA, who still had some rights on her because her mother had violated American laws, decided to send her back to Alaska where she was born. She made quickly friends there and I had the pleasure to visit her about two years ago, shortly after your Skeleton Key adventure," she explained.

Alex could see that this meeting has left some marks on her. Meeting the unwanted daughter of one of her agents, he couldn't think about, especially as she seemed to be much like her mother. "What happened then?" he asked, knowing more than enough details to imagine his half-sister.

"Two months ago she escaped."

"From this prison in Alaska?"

"Exactly. There has never been a jailbreak before. Here you see a photo of the prison. It's in the middle of an ice desert with high walls and more than enough guards night and day. Riots are order of the day and the look-outs are armed.

But one day, she suddenly wasn't there anymore. Since then, she's wanted by nearly every secret service in America and Europe. We've been searching her thoroughly but you know, officially she doesn't even exist so we were very limited. And now—"

"And now she appears at a crime scene here in Washington," Alex finished the sentence.

Mrs. Jones nodded. "I visited NCIS this afternoon. They said they solved the case but a hit man was involved. He's know as The Gentleman. You've heard of him. He was involved in your Point Blanc mission and with Desmond McCain."

Alex thought about it and then shrugged. "May be. Do you think she hired The Gentleman to kill me?" he asked.

"Mr. Blunt thinks so and I regard it as a possibility as well," Mrs. Jones admitted.

"Wouldn't she want to kill me personally?" Alex asked surprised. His clone had already wanted his death, being obsessed with him. Now, a cruel, violent and knowing-no-borders half-sister appeared and didn't want to at least meet him? No...

"I don't know, Alex. But you'll get some bodyguards. Just shadows who watch you night and day until we either know where she is or we're sure that she's out of the country again, okay?"

Alex nodded lightly. This was much information. "Can I...can I see a picture of Natasha and her daughter?" he then asked suddenly. He didn't know why, but he was somehow interested in this.

"Of course, here, this is Natasha Sedov...Alex, promise me one thing," she looked into his eyes and he felt immediately x-rayed. "She is very dangerous and neither knows pain nor pity. Don't try to look for her, don't bring yourself into more trouble than you're already in. We try to guarantee you a safe life and you shouldn't ruin it all, okay? Do not search her!"

Alex nodded. "I'll double your guards to make sure you only go where you need to go. Alex, not only I am worried. Mr. Blunt is, too." She pulled out another picture. "This one was made three months ago," she explained and gave it to him.

He stared at it for a long time. It showed a seventeen year old girl who rather looked like twenty at least. She was very thin, a bit like a skeleton and the tan skin was tightly stretched over her bones.

You could see very dominant arm and neck muscles and she wore a dark blue, dirty overall which didn't seem to be warm enough for Alaska.

Her jaws were was very small and you could see every single bone and her cheekbones were distinctive. She had the same nose like her mother but her thin lips reminded Alex on his own. Her dark blue eyes looked cold and without any emotion.

She had dark brown hair like Alex' father which was a bit curly and reached down nearly to her breasts. Her shoulders weren't wide and she didn't seem like a very dominant, cruel person who could survive a hardcore prison with the most dangerous men of the world.

"Don't underestimate her, Alex. She's not what she looks like," Mrs. Jones mutters in advise and concernedly look at him.

"I won't do anything stupid. I promise. When she comes to me, then she comes. And I'll be prepared," he answered.

But he doubted he would ever meet her. Someone who's been in prison for her whole life and then escaped, had much better things to do than kill one's sibling. That she appeared in Washington made him clear, that she wanted to observe him. May she, he thought and looked back at the agent.

"May I go back to the orphanage, now? I'm not allow to stay longer away than midnight," he explained and she nodded.

"Marc will drive you home," she said and Alex walked out of the door, where seventy-year-old-but-still-in-duty senior agent Marc waited for him.

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