SNEAK PREVIEW from the sequel, "Mysteria":
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*There are things better left unknown.* Was Vaughn right? She hesitated, and it was in that hesitation that she heard it. A whisper of sound, easily dismissed if her nerves hadn't been so jumpy. But they were, and she froze, holding her breath.
A slight change of shadow upon shadow told her that a figure crouched at the door. A faint footstep told her that he-or she-had entered the room. Sydney guessed that she hadn't been seen: she heard no cry of shock, no anxious retreat into the hallway. She set the folders down silently beside her. She turned, balancing on the balls of her feet, and peered around the edge of the desk.
"You!" she gasped, then cursed herself for the outburst. The figure spun around to look at her. She found herself face-to-face with a gun, looking at her own face, her own eyes.
Her doppelganger took a step back, letting her gun fall to her side. She snarled softly. "Sydney," she breathed. Suddenly her eyes took on a wild, raging glint. "You're working against him!" She raised the gun again.
Sydney cried out and stumbled behind the desk as a shot rang out. The glass behind her shattered. A waterfall of shards cascaded down on her. She heard the guards shout out and they came running. Desperate, she grabbed the files and threw herself through the jagged opening in the glass, shielding her face with her arms. The hot sting of blood bit her cheek.
When she finally staggered outside, the CIA team pulled her into the car. The tires screeched as they shot down the street. Sydney clutched the files to her chest. Her face was cut and bruised, and tears rose in her eyes that had nothing to do with the pain.
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Who is the mysterious woman who came to Sydney's rescue in Pennsylvania? Find out in "Mysteria," the second story of this trilogy! (http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=531726) -Ashni
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*There are things better left unknown.* Was Vaughn right? She hesitated, and it was in that hesitation that she heard it. A whisper of sound, easily dismissed if her nerves hadn't been so jumpy. But they were, and she froze, holding her breath.
A slight change of shadow upon shadow told her that a figure crouched at the door. A faint footstep told her that he-or she-had entered the room. Sydney guessed that she hadn't been seen: she heard no cry of shock, no anxious retreat into the hallway. She set the folders down silently beside her. She turned, balancing on the balls of her feet, and peered around the edge of the desk.
"You!" she gasped, then cursed herself for the outburst. The figure spun around to look at her. She found herself face-to-face with a gun, looking at her own face, her own eyes.
Her doppelganger took a step back, letting her gun fall to her side. She snarled softly. "Sydney," she breathed. Suddenly her eyes took on a wild, raging glint. "You're working against him!" She raised the gun again.
Sydney cried out and stumbled behind the desk as a shot rang out. The glass behind her shattered. A waterfall of shards cascaded down on her. She heard the guards shout out and they came running. Desperate, she grabbed the files and threw herself through the jagged opening in the glass, shielding her face with her arms. The hot sting of blood bit her cheek.
When she finally staggered outside, the CIA team pulled her into the car. The tires screeched as they shot down the street. Sydney clutched the files to her chest. Her face was cut and bruised, and tears rose in her eyes that had nothing to do with the pain.
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Who is the mysterious woman who came to Sydney's rescue in Pennsylvania? Find out in "Mysteria," the second story of this trilogy! (http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=531726) -Ashni
