Sydney awoke with a start. Her head reeled as she tried to remember where
she was.
"Finally you're up. I was worried about you," a female voice spoke beside her.
Sydney sat up at once. Her mother had drugged her. She took in her surroundings quickly. She was in a car, which from the signs along the dark road was traveling south. She turned to the driver, unsurprised to see her mother's features greet her in the darkened car.
"Where are we going and what are you going to do with me?" she questioned.
"We are headed to Kao-hsiung where we'll board an airplane to Los Angeles," her mother replied matter-of-factly.
"You have to kidding me! What are you going to do when we get to America? 'Oh, hi! I'm Laura Bristow. I'm an enemy of the United States who supposedly died twenty years ago.' Yeah, that will go over well. And why would I ever go anywhere with you. You'll just use me the way you used dad."
"Sydney I explained to you what happened."
"I believed you up until you shoved a needle in my arm and kidnapped me." Sydney turned her head toward the window, escape on her mind.
Her mother had to be pushing 95 miles per hour. She was stuck; there no way she was going to jump out.
"Sydney, I did that to save you. When we get to LA I can report what I know about The Man and his organization to the CIA. We can go straight to your superiors and report everything, I promise."
"Don't promise me anything. Promises are just lies with a special name," Sydney said quietly, "Besides, do you think that reporting everything you know will make up for your actions? Will it help you sleep better at night? No matter how well you peddle your story you are still an enemy of the state. They will take you into custody."
"I know," came Laura's sad response. Sydney turned her head and willed herself not to say anything. Silence consumed the car as it drove towards their destiny.
Meanwhile
In a loud club in Taipei, a drenched man made his way through the crowd. He quickly searched for a familiar face. Without any luck he walked out and made his way to the agreed upon extraction point. Two men sat waiting, both looking worried. One looked like he had been to hell and back. The other man sat in an awkward silence.
Will Tippin looked at the man who entered and gave him a once over. Water was streaming down his black pants and shirt.
"We'll have to leave without them," Jack Bristow said to the pilot, "I can't find either Sydney or Agent Vaughn."
"Finally you're up. I was worried about you," a female voice spoke beside her.
Sydney sat up at once. Her mother had drugged her. She took in her surroundings quickly. She was in a car, which from the signs along the dark road was traveling south. She turned to the driver, unsurprised to see her mother's features greet her in the darkened car.
"Where are we going and what are you going to do with me?" she questioned.
"We are headed to Kao-hsiung where we'll board an airplane to Los Angeles," her mother replied matter-of-factly.
"You have to kidding me! What are you going to do when we get to America? 'Oh, hi! I'm Laura Bristow. I'm an enemy of the United States who supposedly died twenty years ago.' Yeah, that will go over well. And why would I ever go anywhere with you. You'll just use me the way you used dad."
"Sydney I explained to you what happened."
"I believed you up until you shoved a needle in my arm and kidnapped me." Sydney turned her head toward the window, escape on her mind.
Her mother had to be pushing 95 miles per hour. She was stuck; there no way she was going to jump out.
"Sydney, I did that to save you. When we get to LA I can report what I know about The Man and his organization to the CIA. We can go straight to your superiors and report everything, I promise."
"Don't promise me anything. Promises are just lies with a special name," Sydney said quietly, "Besides, do you think that reporting everything you know will make up for your actions? Will it help you sleep better at night? No matter how well you peddle your story you are still an enemy of the state. They will take you into custody."
"I know," came Laura's sad response. Sydney turned her head and willed herself not to say anything. Silence consumed the car as it drove towards their destiny.
Meanwhile
In a loud club in Taipei, a drenched man made his way through the crowd. He quickly searched for a familiar face. Without any luck he walked out and made his way to the agreed upon extraction point. Two men sat waiting, both looking worried. One looked like he had been to hell and back. The other man sat in an awkward silence.
Will Tippin looked at the man who entered and gave him a once over. Water was streaming down his black pants and shirt.
"We'll have to leave without them," Jack Bristow said to the pilot, "I can't find either Sydney or Agent Vaughn."