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aquarium. You can have it. I'm scared of my fish. So sue me for my fish
because I don't own Alias.
Chapter Fifteen
Brewing
Sydney dropped slowly to the ground and began to crawl towards the bundle of men. She began to notice details as she cam nearer to the group. There were about ten men digging furiously into the ground and another three standing around them moving the dirt flung towards them. A truck was near the crude hole, its bed filled with thermoses, flashlights, and blankets. Three women sat filling cups up with a steaming liquid.
Sydney remembered what Alex had said about Yekaterina. She never did her own work; she had others do it for her and then claimed it for herself. She was probably in one of the other vehicles, nice and warm.
"Boss, look here," exclaimed one of the men in Russian. He held up a small computer-like device triumphantly.
"He's found it! Get Kattie, now," barked another. Several of the men scampered off in search of Kattie.
"Wow, so this is the device," said the first man in awe. Just then a woman came and grabbed it out of his hands.
"Thank you for finding Mr. Rambaldi's device," she said, her voice cold. This had to be Yekaterina.
Shots rang out. All ten of the men that had been digging, and the three women on the truck bed were dead in an instant.
"So simple minded. Honestly, I can't believe I call myself Russian," said Yekaterina to one of the men left standing.
Sydney felt something creep up next to her. She turned and there was Alex.
"On three," he whispered.
"One, two, three."
"Put your hands in the air now! Drop the device," Sydney and Alex yelled, each pulling out an Uzi. The men were startled and did as they were told, but Yekaterina did not.
"So my beloved brother has made an appearance. And brought along his girlfriend. How sweet, a family affair," Yekaterina said, disgustingly sweet.
Alex stuck his gun up to her head and grabbed the device out of her hands. "Actually, her name's Sydney, and she's not my girlfriend."
"Oh, are you engaged? Even better! We must meet and work on your wedding gown," Yekaterina said, sarcasm dripping in every word.
"Not exactly," Sydney said.
"You're already married? And you left me out of the wedding? Alekesi! I'm your own flesh and blood, the only family you have," Yekaterina cried. Alex left her and began to tie up the other men.
"Actually, if you must know she's my half-sister."
"That makes us sisters! We can have so much fun, shopping and talking about boyfriends," Yekaterina said cynicism lacing her statement. She turned to Sydney and delivered a punch to her gut. "After I kill you," she whispered. She had caught Sydney off guard and continued to deliver punches and kicks to every part of Sydney's body she could.
Sydney's mind began to wonder. Where was Alex? Was this a set up? Suddenly a punch directed at her face hit her on the head and she slipped into darkness. The last thing she heard before she fell unconscious was a gunshot.
Chapter Fifteen
Brewing
Sydney dropped slowly to the ground and began to crawl towards the bundle of men. She began to notice details as she cam nearer to the group. There were about ten men digging furiously into the ground and another three standing around them moving the dirt flung towards them. A truck was near the crude hole, its bed filled with thermoses, flashlights, and blankets. Three women sat filling cups up with a steaming liquid.
Sydney remembered what Alex had said about Yekaterina. She never did her own work; she had others do it for her and then claimed it for herself. She was probably in one of the other vehicles, nice and warm.
"Boss, look here," exclaimed one of the men in Russian. He held up a small computer-like device triumphantly.
"He's found it! Get Kattie, now," barked another. Several of the men scampered off in search of Kattie.
"Wow, so this is the device," said the first man in awe. Just then a woman came and grabbed it out of his hands.
"Thank you for finding Mr. Rambaldi's device," she said, her voice cold. This had to be Yekaterina.
Shots rang out. All ten of the men that had been digging, and the three women on the truck bed were dead in an instant.
"So simple minded. Honestly, I can't believe I call myself Russian," said Yekaterina to one of the men left standing.
Sydney felt something creep up next to her. She turned and there was Alex.
"On three," he whispered.
"One, two, three."
"Put your hands in the air now! Drop the device," Sydney and Alex yelled, each pulling out an Uzi. The men were startled and did as they were told, but Yekaterina did not.
"So my beloved brother has made an appearance. And brought along his girlfriend. How sweet, a family affair," Yekaterina said, disgustingly sweet.
Alex stuck his gun up to her head and grabbed the device out of her hands. "Actually, her name's Sydney, and she's not my girlfriend."
"Oh, are you engaged? Even better! We must meet and work on your wedding gown," Yekaterina said, sarcasm dripping in every word.
"Not exactly," Sydney said.
"You're already married? And you left me out of the wedding? Alekesi! I'm your own flesh and blood, the only family you have," Yekaterina cried. Alex left her and began to tie up the other men.
"Actually, if you must know she's my half-sister."
"That makes us sisters! We can have so much fun, shopping and talking about boyfriends," Yekaterina said cynicism lacing her statement. She turned to Sydney and delivered a punch to her gut. "After I kill you," she whispered. She had caught Sydney off guard and continued to deliver punches and kicks to every part of Sydney's body she could.
Sydney's mind began to wonder. Where was Alex? Was this a set up? Suddenly a punch directed at her face hit her on the head and she slipped into darkness. The last thing she heard before she fell unconscious was a gunshot.