Author's Note: This teaser epilogue concludes part one of the major crossover. Thanks as always to DianeM for being an amazing beta reader. I don't know when I'll be able to get part two done but it will get done. Anyway, enjoy!
CIA Operations Center
Later That Day
"I'm sure something's happened to him," Sydney insisted. "We didn't get Sloane; maybe he took Dad with him,"
"I think that would be a safe assumption, Agent Bristow," Kendall said, his face stony. Sydney felt her heart drop. What had happened to her dad? "At the same time as the Alliance raid, the CIA's collection of Rambaldi artifacts was being transported from this facility to another on the orders of Jack Bristow." Kendall nodded at a technician agent and on the computer monitor in front of them a CCTV image appeared of a truck stopped at traffic lights. Sydney watched in silence as two smoke grenades took out the guards. Another van pulled up and Sloane got out of the driver's cab. Between Sloane and the two masked robbers who had held up the truck, they had the Rambaldi artifacts transferred from the CIA truck to their own in just over a minute. This was obviously bad news, but she didn't understand what it had to do with her dad, not until the two masked robbers pulled their masks off and got in the truck.
"Dad," Sydney breathed in disbelief and then she focused on the second person, someone she had believed long dead. "Mom!"
FBI Headquarters
That Same Time
"What can I do for you, ma'am?" the desk agent asked the woman who'd just walked in.
"I'd like to speak to the lead agent of the missing person's unit," she said carefully. The agent looked at her with concern; she sounded like she was in shock.
"Okay," he said soothingly. "Who should I say is here to see him?"
"Emily Sloane."
Sullivan's Bar
That Same Time
"So, what do you reckon happened with that info?" Danny Messer wondered out loud.
"Well, I hope the CIA kicked major international terrorist ass," David Sinclair replied, which caused everyone to laugh for no real reason. The whole crime lab and the FBI team were here. Charlie, Amita and Larry had even come along. They were all riding that pleasant buzz every cop gets when they close a case successfully. They were happy and then bullets starting flying through the window from a passing car.
To Be Continued . . .
