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**Sydney POV**
The guards led me into a small office. I waited as they re-handcuffed me to the metal chair in my hands and feet. I looked around and it appeared it was going to be round one of see how much I know. The agent, Vaughn, he walks in followed by a few other men. A taller, older one sits down at the chair in front of me.
"Alright, as you have been made aware, part of your agreement is that you give us all intel on the organization that we demand and cooperate fully in all matters, understood?" he says.
"Yes," I say, sighing, admitting defeat. "Wait, I do have one request."
"I don't think you should be asking for requests," the older man says.
"If it turns out all I have provided you with is true and you are pleased, will you return the ring I was wearing back to me?" I ask him.
"We'll see," he says in a serious tone and I could tell that Vaughn was taken back by the request.
"Shall we begin?" the man asks.
"I'm ready," I add in.
He starts with the heart stopper, "What is your full birth name?"
I pause before answering, "Sydney Ann.."
"Yes?"
"..Bristow."
The men around perk up at the comment, obviously not aware of the situation of my bloodline. I found it awkward, why the CIA wouldn't know? Unless my father never told them I was his daughter, since in the intelligence world I was just viewed as "Sydney."
"Where were you born?" he asks.
"Los Angeles, California," I inform them.
"And your parents are?"
"Laura Bristow a.k.a. Irina Derevko and Jack Bristow," I tell them.
"Alright, good start," he mutters and writes some notes down on his pad.
"I'm sorry, I've got to ask. You knew that, right?" I say bluntly. "Because honestly, if you didn't.."
"What we know and what you know are two separate things and will not be conferred upon," the now very anal old man tells me.
"Okay then," I say, sitting back.
And it continued on and on. For hours, they took down my first hand accounts on everything, from the missions we went on to storage facilities, to safe houses, to employees, to everything. It was getting tiring and they seemed to keep dragging the questions on and on. Of course, on my side, I had left tid-bits out here and there for my security. Plus, if my mother was alive and Vaughn lied very well, she would be in some of the places I didn't talk about.
"What would you say your relationship was with your partner, Mr. Sark? And does he have a first name?" the old crazy man (I started calling him crazy about an hour in) says to me.
I stop a second, and take a few good breaths of air in. "We, we had just gotten engaged that day."
The men in the room all perk up at that comment.
"Really? Care to, say, elaborate?" he says.
"On what? The fact that we worked together like no others and we had chemistry more powerful than any love in the world and I loved him very much." I say with all my energy and start crying.
I could tell they had shut up for a moment and let me actually absorb my life right now, but I couldn't be vulnerable, so I jerked my head up a second, "And his first name? It was Andrew. But only I called him that. Everyone else, including my mother, called him Mr. Sark."
"Alright, that's fine. How about we call it a day and we talk more tomorrow?" he asks, obviously feeling a little guilty after my sudden outburst.
"Sounds good," I add in.
The Marshals led me back to my "cage" and I saw the Agent Vaughn behind me. Sitting there, I had remembered where and what had happened when I was on the mission in Berlin.
I got in my cell and he goes up to the window.
"I know you," I say to him.
"I know. I just realized it as well," he says, barely a whisper.
"Your face, it looked, so familiar," I say.
"And yours, I could never forget such a beauty," he says, as if he was in a fairly land alone.
Something was going on between us, we just had this weird feeling about another. I had a feeling he was going to be my only savior through all of this.
"Well, I have to go," he says, turning to head out.
"Wait," I start. "I don't know if you heard me talking with the old man, but."
"Your ring," he says.
"Yes," I sigh.
"I'll do my best," he says with a smile. Why was he being so trusting of me? It was rather interesting. I walked back to the brick wall of the cell and started my stretches. All that sitting down really got to me.
I had been sleeping on my wonderful hard bed when I heard the gates rise and footsteps, of a man, a powerful man, since he seemed confident in his step. I perked up to see who this mystery man could be.
"Hello Sydney," he says.
"Well, look who it is," I reply.
"Nice seeing you so soon again," Jack adds.
"Can't say that the excitement is returned," I inform him.
"You are your mother's daughter," he mutters under his breath.
"And there's something wrong with that?" I ask him.
"Among other things, yes," he adds.
"I see your cooperating with the CIA very nicely," he starts.
"I'd rather not be killed, thank you very much," I tell him.
"You have no one left, that's why you did," he says, getting into my business.
I stare at him with my cold stare and stay mute.
"That's why, isn't it? Since your mother and your precious Mr. Sark are both dead, your dead to yourself. They were your only chance of busting out of here, and now, that chance is shot," he says, getting more powerful and loud with every word.
"ENOUGH!" I scream and stand back a second.
He stops and watches for me a second with his judging eyes. I pull forward and lean against the glass.
"You have no right to be my judge of character, what, if Mom hadn't taken me with her you would have raised me? Yeah right. She was a better parent than you ever could have been. You would have just left me at home, with a nanny. Don't think I don't know what happened to you after we "died". You drank excessively and even spent some time in jail. Mom was all I had, and yes, I followed in what she did, but heck, it was way better than what you could have given me," I say, finishing with a higher pitch and walking backwards. I turn around quickly and wait for him to leave before I turn back around. Score, Sydney 1, Jack 0.
I was sitting on the group with a book of poems they graciously gave me to read in my spare time I had now. I heard him coming and it was actually a sigh of relief.
"Hello Sydney," his gentle voice says to me.
"Good morning, Mr. Vaughn," I say to welcome him as I stand off the floor.
"Ready for round two?" he asks.
"Don't have much choice, do it?" I ask.
"About your ring.." He starts.
"Yes?" I perk up at the few words.
"Here," he says as he opens up the box and hands it in.
"It's been checked for everything, etc, etc. They researched your information and it was all true," he informs me.
"Thank you so incredibly much, Agent Vaughn," I say to him and give him a small smile. "It means so much to have this back."
"What was it?" he asks.
"It was my engagement ring from Andrew," I spit out. "We were only engaged for one day."
I look at the floor sad at the thought again.
"It's very pretty, here come the Marshals," he says, as two guards enter and unlock my door.
"Thanks again," I say as they open the door.
They lead me to the office I sat in for hours yesterday again today. More fun was in store and I couldn't wait to see what else they had to question me on.
"Hope you had a nice good night's sleep," a new, younger man says as he walks in and sits in the chair.
"Not exactly the most comfortable bed," I mutter.
"Anyway, I'm going to start off today with just some basic stuff we didn't cover yesterday and we'll easy into some more of the in depth items," he explains.
"More fun for me," I say.
"Alright, how about, could you tell me what languages you are fluent in?" he asks. Easy question, now remembering them all is the hard part.
"Okay. well, there's French, Spanish, German, Italian, Portuguese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian of course, hm.." I pause, waiting a second trying to recall what else. Should I tell them my biggest secret?
"And. I speak like one tribal language from Africa, not very well, and well. I can actually speak the language of Rambaldi," I tell them, giving away my biggest secret of all.
"Excuse me?" the man asks as he partially chokes on his water.
"Yeah, I learned it a few years ago," I tell him like it was nothing.
"So, if I were to place a manuscript in front of you, you could speak and understand it the same as any other language?" he asks curiously.
"Basically, yeah," I reply.
They all sit back a moment and try to process the information. I watch as another man comes over and whispers something into the new interrogator's ear. I sit back and just watch as they praise the land I worship on now.
"Okay," he says once the other man leaves.
"What else you have for me?" I ask him.
"We were actually interested in learning about the computer system you had set up," he starts.
"Yeah, it's a pretty good system. And let me guess, you want me to tell you how you can access it right now," I add.
"Basically, yes," he says.
"Well." I start. "So, when we knew we were under attack, our head of computer resources puts the system into a safe mode. Under this, only 4 people know codes to put the system back into operational mode."
"I see," he says and nods.
"And each of the four has a different code, so when the system is returned to normal, it records who did it."
"Good, now, do you know the code?" he asks me.
"That would be a yes," I answer.
"Who else does?" he does a follow up question.
"My mother, Andrew did, and the head of Computer Technical Services, Anthony," I inform him.
"So, if we got you a computer, we could bring the system back up to normal?"
"I could, but the only thing is, you have to prove to me that the remaining three are dead. Because if they are not, they could have already moved all the system to our secondary server, that I don't know the current codes for, and if they did and you try to access it from an outside computer it will destroy the network that computer is on," I explain.
"Wow, some kind of fail-safe," he says in awe.
"Basically," I say with a grin. I was so proud of our network that was for sure.
"We have confirmation that both Irina Derevko and Mr. Sark have been killed, but this Anthony guy, we don't know about him," he says.
"He was at another location when you raided our headquarters," I tell them. "That's why I won't do it. He probably heard about it and transferred all the info already."
"How about we move on for right now, and we can find out more information and get back to this subject at a later time?" he asks me.
"Sure," I add in.
It was amazing how willing I was to share my information with the CIA. Maybe my father was partially right. Wow, I just called him my father. I mean, I'd rather have the CIA know than K-Directorate or some other rogue agency.
The interrogation went on, asking about weapon sales, donors, banks we used, even to past enemies and friends. I answered their questions without hesitation and found it relieving to get all the information off my chest. It was almost as if I were leaving it behind as I said each thing.
After it seemed to be twenty million hours, I heard three men bust open the doors with something. They whispered something into the interrogator's ear, and then he nodded. The ringleader of the three, a short man with black hair, sat in his chair.
"You claim to be able to converse and understand Rambaldi's language," he says.
"Yes, I can," I add.
"Here, decode this," he says and opens up a folder that held one of the Rambaldi papers.
I look over it and realize what it was.
"You have to be kidding me," I say.
They all look at me, "What?"
"I've been looking for this paper for years, and all along you had it," I say in defeat.
"What do you mean you've been looking for it?" the sitting man asks.
"My mother and I have been putting all of Rambaldi's inventions together to create his great invention, and we were missing the dimension codes that were located in this paper," I explain to them.
"Well, what does it say?" the taller man of the three asks.
I scan over it, and start decoding, "Well, this corner is just fluff he always puts in, about how his family is doing, and this corner, is the weather forecast for. let's see, May 7th, 1768, and then, here it is. The code, it's a series of numbers, length, width, height. Yep. All here. And wait, what's this."
I stop a second and read over what it says before telling the stupid CIA what it says. It was in Rambaldi's second language, in which I only held the code key for. It was for his most secret messages. It read, "Two people will unite, under unforeseen circumstances that will keep them apart. Their love will bind them together and they will destroy my ultimate work in protecting the world from its strong powers." I kept reading and it said, "The woman will be the relative of the woman that will bind my works with fury as stated in the first journal 47th page."
That was me. I knew that for sure, which had to mean, who was the man? And I was to destroy all of our work?
"Well, what does it say?" they ask in stutter. Obviously, they hadn't decoded it and wanted to know it. I wasn't about to tell them what it read. I had to have leverage.
"I'm not really too sure, it uses Rambaldi's second code, which I'm only a little bit familiar with. Here, this word is unite," I say, pointing to the word on the paper. "And this word, is world."
They seemed sad that I couldn't use my great powers to tell them the answer. I wonder if anyone could tell I was lying. I was too good of a liar. No one would have.
I was returned to my cell and I was greeted by a visitor a short time after.
"I know you were lying," he says.
"When?" I ask.
"You know when. I've jammed the audio for a minute, they won't hear anything, so explain fast," Vaughn says.
"He says that two people will come together under difficult situations and their love will cause them to destroy the ultimate work of Rambaldi that would cause the world to no longer exist. He said it was the relative of the woman pictured on page 47 on his 1st journal," I say as fast as I can.
"And that woman is you," he shoots out.
"Yes," I add.
"Alright," he says.
"Are you going to tell the CIA?" I ask him.
"Not right now," he says. "You can speak Rambaldi's second code?"
"Yeah," I say and sigh.
"Well, I thought you might like to know that because of all the valuable intel you've provided, they are considering letting you stay at a safe house," he informs me.
I look up, "Seriously?"
"I know, but it would be a small one with CIA agents heavily guarding it at all times," he explains.
"Anything's better than this measly cell," I tell him.
The next day they must have figured they'd give me the day off, since there were no interrogations. I wonder what was left they could pry out of my mind. I mostly pondered the information I had gathered from the manuscript and had to wonder who the other person could be.
Andrew? No, it couldn't be. It says we will destroy the invention. That reminds me, they haven't asked me where it is. It would be difficult explaining to them the location, considering it's in the barren cold on the plains of the Siberia in Russia. Heck, without my mother I doubt I could find it.
I heard the soft footsteps approach and realized it was my new CIA friend, Agent Vaughn. Could it be him? Brought together by difficult circumstances? Very possible. I just don't see how it could work out though.
"I brought you lunch," he says and pushes the meal through the box.
"Thanks," I reply to him.
"It's better than that other crap they give you," he says.
"Wow, that's awesome. Time for a break," I say with a smile.
"You aren't playing me, are you?" he asks very bluntly.
"Honestly?" I reply to him.
"Yes."
"I couldn't play you if I tried. After our encounter in Berlin, I've always remembered you. You were the best man I've ever had to seduce. I always remembered you," I tell him.
"I was such a young agent then," he says, reflecting on our encounter before.
"When it came time for me to steal the disk, I almost couldn't for once," I say, admitting my weakness.
"In other news, they've agreed to move you to a safe house," he says, pulling us back on task.
"Seriously?" I reply, perking up to the comment.
"Under one condition, you divulge the location of the storage of all your Rambaldi artifacts," he says.
I pause a second before I continue, "See, that might be a problem."
"What kind of problem?"
"They're located in an old missile silo in the plains of Siberia in Russia. Heck, I don't even know how to get there without my mother. I can give you the general coordinates, but your own your own there," I tell him.
"Alright, at least that's a start," he says.
"Plus, you wouldn't be able to enter without it blowing up anyway," I add in under my breath.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"Only my mother's voice ID and fingerprint could open the facility."
"Alright," he says. "Thanks for the intel, I'll be back later."
I watch him as I leave and I have to ponder, he has to be the one. The one that will help me to destroy it all. If they only knew what powers it held.
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Disclaimer: The characters of Alias belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC.
**Sydney POV**
The guards led me into a small office. I waited as they re-handcuffed me to the metal chair in my hands and feet. I looked around and it appeared it was going to be round one of see how much I know. The agent, Vaughn, he walks in followed by a few other men. A taller, older one sits down at the chair in front of me.
"Alright, as you have been made aware, part of your agreement is that you give us all intel on the organization that we demand and cooperate fully in all matters, understood?" he says.
"Yes," I say, sighing, admitting defeat. "Wait, I do have one request."
"I don't think you should be asking for requests," the older man says.
"If it turns out all I have provided you with is true and you are pleased, will you return the ring I was wearing back to me?" I ask him.
"We'll see," he says in a serious tone and I could tell that Vaughn was taken back by the request.
"Shall we begin?" the man asks.
"I'm ready," I add in.
He starts with the heart stopper, "What is your full birth name?"
I pause before answering, "Sydney Ann.."
"Yes?"
"..Bristow."
The men around perk up at the comment, obviously not aware of the situation of my bloodline. I found it awkward, why the CIA wouldn't know? Unless my father never told them I was his daughter, since in the intelligence world I was just viewed as "Sydney."
"Where were you born?" he asks.
"Los Angeles, California," I inform them.
"And your parents are?"
"Laura Bristow a.k.a. Irina Derevko and Jack Bristow," I tell them.
"Alright, good start," he mutters and writes some notes down on his pad.
"I'm sorry, I've got to ask. You knew that, right?" I say bluntly. "Because honestly, if you didn't.."
"What we know and what you know are two separate things and will not be conferred upon," the now very anal old man tells me.
"Okay then," I say, sitting back.
And it continued on and on. For hours, they took down my first hand accounts on everything, from the missions we went on to storage facilities, to safe houses, to employees, to everything. It was getting tiring and they seemed to keep dragging the questions on and on. Of course, on my side, I had left tid-bits out here and there for my security. Plus, if my mother was alive and Vaughn lied very well, she would be in some of the places I didn't talk about.
"What would you say your relationship was with your partner, Mr. Sark? And does he have a first name?" the old crazy man (I started calling him crazy about an hour in) says to me.
I stop a second, and take a few good breaths of air in. "We, we had just gotten engaged that day."
The men in the room all perk up at that comment.
"Really? Care to, say, elaborate?" he says.
"On what? The fact that we worked together like no others and we had chemistry more powerful than any love in the world and I loved him very much." I say with all my energy and start crying.
I could tell they had shut up for a moment and let me actually absorb my life right now, but I couldn't be vulnerable, so I jerked my head up a second, "And his first name? It was Andrew. But only I called him that. Everyone else, including my mother, called him Mr. Sark."
"Alright, that's fine. How about we call it a day and we talk more tomorrow?" he asks, obviously feeling a little guilty after my sudden outburst.
"Sounds good," I add in.
The Marshals led me back to my "cage" and I saw the Agent Vaughn behind me. Sitting there, I had remembered where and what had happened when I was on the mission in Berlin.
I got in my cell and he goes up to the window.
"I know you," I say to him.
"I know. I just realized it as well," he says, barely a whisper.
"Your face, it looked, so familiar," I say.
"And yours, I could never forget such a beauty," he says, as if he was in a fairly land alone.
Something was going on between us, we just had this weird feeling about another. I had a feeling he was going to be my only savior through all of this.
"Well, I have to go," he says, turning to head out.
"Wait," I start. "I don't know if you heard me talking with the old man, but."
"Your ring," he says.
"Yes," I sigh.
"I'll do my best," he says with a smile. Why was he being so trusting of me? It was rather interesting. I walked back to the brick wall of the cell and started my stretches. All that sitting down really got to me.
I had been sleeping on my wonderful hard bed when I heard the gates rise and footsteps, of a man, a powerful man, since he seemed confident in his step. I perked up to see who this mystery man could be.
"Hello Sydney," he says.
"Well, look who it is," I reply.
"Nice seeing you so soon again," Jack adds.
"Can't say that the excitement is returned," I inform him.
"You are your mother's daughter," he mutters under his breath.
"And there's something wrong with that?" I ask him.
"Among other things, yes," he adds.
"I see your cooperating with the CIA very nicely," he starts.
"I'd rather not be killed, thank you very much," I tell him.
"You have no one left, that's why you did," he says, getting into my business.
I stare at him with my cold stare and stay mute.
"That's why, isn't it? Since your mother and your precious Mr. Sark are both dead, your dead to yourself. They were your only chance of busting out of here, and now, that chance is shot," he says, getting more powerful and loud with every word.
"ENOUGH!" I scream and stand back a second.
He stops and watches for me a second with his judging eyes. I pull forward and lean against the glass.
"You have no right to be my judge of character, what, if Mom hadn't taken me with her you would have raised me? Yeah right. She was a better parent than you ever could have been. You would have just left me at home, with a nanny. Don't think I don't know what happened to you after we "died". You drank excessively and even spent some time in jail. Mom was all I had, and yes, I followed in what she did, but heck, it was way better than what you could have given me," I say, finishing with a higher pitch and walking backwards. I turn around quickly and wait for him to leave before I turn back around. Score, Sydney 1, Jack 0.
I was sitting on the group with a book of poems they graciously gave me to read in my spare time I had now. I heard him coming and it was actually a sigh of relief.
"Hello Sydney," his gentle voice says to me.
"Good morning, Mr. Vaughn," I say to welcome him as I stand off the floor.
"Ready for round two?" he asks.
"Don't have much choice, do it?" I ask.
"About your ring.." He starts.
"Yes?" I perk up at the few words.
"Here," he says as he opens up the box and hands it in.
"It's been checked for everything, etc, etc. They researched your information and it was all true," he informs me.
"Thank you so incredibly much, Agent Vaughn," I say to him and give him a small smile. "It means so much to have this back."
"What was it?" he asks.
"It was my engagement ring from Andrew," I spit out. "We were only engaged for one day."
I look at the floor sad at the thought again.
"It's very pretty, here come the Marshals," he says, as two guards enter and unlock my door.
"Thanks again," I say as they open the door.
They lead me to the office I sat in for hours yesterday again today. More fun was in store and I couldn't wait to see what else they had to question me on.
"Hope you had a nice good night's sleep," a new, younger man says as he walks in and sits in the chair.
"Not exactly the most comfortable bed," I mutter.
"Anyway, I'm going to start off today with just some basic stuff we didn't cover yesterday and we'll easy into some more of the in depth items," he explains.
"More fun for me," I say.
"Alright, how about, could you tell me what languages you are fluent in?" he asks. Easy question, now remembering them all is the hard part.
"Okay. well, there's French, Spanish, German, Italian, Portuguese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian of course, hm.." I pause, waiting a second trying to recall what else. Should I tell them my biggest secret?
"And. I speak like one tribal language from Africa, not very well, and well. I can actually speak the language of Rambaldi," I tell them, giving away my biggest secret of all.
"Excuse me?" the man asks as he partially chokes on his water.
"Yeah, I learned it a few years ago," I tell him like it was nothing.
"So, if I were to place a manuscript in front of you, you could speak and understand it the same as any other language?" he asks curiously.
"Basically, yeah," I reply.
They all sit back a moment and try to process the information. I watch as another man comes over and whispers something into the new interrogator's ear. I sit back and just watch as they praise the land I worship on now.
"Okay," he says once the other man leaves.
"What else you have for me?" I ask him.
"We were actually interested in learning about the computer system you had set up," he starts.
"Yeah, it's a pretty good system. And let me guess, you want me to tell you how you can access it right now," I add.
"Basically, yes," he says.
"Well." I start. "So, when we knew we were under attack, our head of computer resources puts the system into a safe mode. Under this, only 4 people know codes to put the system back into operational mode."
"I see," he says and nods.
"And each of the four has a different code, so when the system is returned to normal, it records who did it."
"Good, now, do you know the code?" he asks me.
"That would be a yes," I answer.
"Who else does?" he does a follow up question.
"My mother, Andrew did, and the head of Computer Technical Services, Anthony," I inform him.
"So, if we got you a computer, we could bring the system back up to normal?"
"I could, but the only thing is, you have to prove to me that the remaining three are dead. Because if they are not, they could have already moved all the system to our secondary server, that I don't know the current codes for, and if they did and you try to access it from an outside computer it will destroy the network that computer is on," I explain.
"Wow, some kind of fail-safe," he says in awe.
"Basically," I say with a grin. I was so proud of our network that was for sure.
"We have confirmation that both Irina Derevko and Mr. Sark have been killed, but this Anthony guy, we don't know about him," he says.
"He was at another location when you raided our headquarters," I tell them. "That's why I won't do it. He probably heard about it and transferred all the info already."
"How about we move on for right now, and we can find out more information and get back to this subject at a later time?" he asks me.
"Sure," I add in.
It was amazing how willing I was to share my information with the CIA. Maybe my father was partially right. Wow, I just called him my father. I mean, I'd rather have the CIA know than K-Directorate or some other rogue agency.
The interrogation went on, asking about weapon sales, donors, banks we used, even to past enemies and friends. I answered their questions without hesitation and found it relieving to get all the information off my chest. It was almost as if I were leaving it behind as I said each thing.
After it seemed to be twenty million hours, I heard three men bust open the doors with something. They whispered something into the interrogator's ear, and then he nodded. The ringleader of the three, a short man with black hair, sat in his chair.
"You claim to be able to converse and understand Rambaldi's language," he says.
"Yes, I can," I add.
"Here, decode this," he says and opens up a folder that held one of the Rambaldi papers.
I look over it and realize what it was.
"You have to be kidding me," I say.
They all look at me, "What?"
"I've been looking for this paper for years, and all along you had it," I say in defeat.
"What do you mean you've been looking for it?" the sitting man asks.
"My mother and I have been putting all of Rambaldi's inventions together to create his great invention, and we were missing the dimension codes that were located in this paper," I explain to them.
"Well, what does it say?" the taller man of the three asks.
I scan over it, and start decoding, "Well, this corner is just fluff he always puts in, about how his family is doing, and this corner, is the weather forecast for. let's see, May 7th, 1768, and then, here it is. The code, it's a series of numbers, length, width, height. Yep. All here. And wait, what's this."
I stop a second and read over what it says before telling the stupid CIA what it says. It was in Rambaldi's second language, in which I only held the code key for. It was for his most secret messages. It read, "Two people will unite, under unforeseen circumstances that will keep them apart. Their love will bind them together and they will destroy my ultimate work in protecting the world from its strong powers." I kept reading and it said, "The woman will be the relative of the woman that will bind my works with fury as stated in the first journal 47th page."
That was me. I knew that for sure, which had to mean, who was the man? And I was to destroy all of our work?
"Well, what does it say?" they ask in stutter. Obviously, they hadn't decoded it and wanted to know it. I wasn't about to tell them what it read. I had to have leverage.
"I'm not really too sure, it uses Rambaldi's second code, which I'm only a little bit familiar with. Here, this word is unite," I say, pointing to the word on the paper. "And this word, is world."
They seemed sad that I couldn't use my great powers to tell them the answer. I wonder if anyone could tell I was lying. I was too good of a liar. No one would have.
I was returned to my cell and I was greeted by a visitor a short time after.
"I know you were lying," he says.
"When?" I ask.
"You know when. I've jammed the audio for a minute, they won't hear anything, so explain fast," Vaughn says.
"He says that two people will come together under difficult situations and their love will cause them to destroy the ultimate work of Rambaldi that would cause the world to no longer exist. He said it was the relative of the woman pictured on page 47 on his 1st journal," I say as fast as I can.
"And that woman is you," he shoots out.
"Yes," I add.
"Alright," he says.
"Are you going to tell the CIA?" I ask him.
"Not right now," he says. "You can speak Rambaldi's second code?"
"Yeah," I say and sigh.
"Well, I thought you might like to know that because of all the valuable intel you've provided, they are considering letting you stay at a safe house," he informs me.
I look up, "Seriously?"
"I know, but it would be a small one with CIA agents heavily guarding it at all times," he explains.
"Anything's better than this measly cell," I tell him.
The next day they must have figured they'd give me the day off, since there were no interrogations. I wonder what was left they could pry out of my mind. I mostly pondered the information I had gathered from the manuscript and had to wonder who the other person could be.
Andrew? No, it couldn't be. It says we will destroy the invention. That reminds me, they haven't asked me where it is. It would be difficult explaining to them the location, considering it's in the barren cold on the plains of the Siberia in Russia. Heck, without my mother I doubt I could find it.
I heard the soft footsteps approach and realized it was my new CIA friend, Agent Vaughn. Could it be him? Brought together by difficult circumstances? Very possible. I just don't see how it could work out though.
"I brought you lunch," he says and pushes the meal through the box.
"Thanks," I reply to him.
"It's better than that other crap they give you," he says.
"Wow, that's awesome. Time for a break," I say with a smile.
"You aren't playing me, are you?" he asks very bluntly.
"Honestly?" I reply to him.
"Yes."
"I couldn't play you if I tried. After our encounter in Berlin, I've always remembered you. You were the best man I've ever had to seduce. I always remembered you," I tell him.
"I was such a young agent then," he says, reflecting on our encounter before.
"When it came time for me to steal the disk, I almost couldn't for once," I say, admitting my weakness.
"In other news, they've agreed to move you to a safe house," he says, pulling us back on task.
"Seriously?" I reply, perking up to the comment.
"Under one condition, you divulge the location of the storage of all your Rambaldi artifacts," he says.
I pause a second before I continue, "See, that might be a problem."
"What kind of problem?"
"They're located in an old missile silo in the plains of Siberia in Russia. Heck, I don't even know how to get there without my mother. I can give you the general coordinates, but your own your own there," I tell him.
"Alright, at least that's a start," he says.
"Plus, you wouldn't be able to enter without it blowing up anyway," I add in under my breath.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"Only my mother's voice ID and fingerprint could open the facility."
"Alright," he says. "Thanks for the intel, I'll be back later."
I watch him as I leave and I have to ponder, he has to be the one. The one that will help me to destroy it all. If they only knew what powers it held.
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