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CHAPTER.2
The day after she walked into the SD-6 offices for the first time.
The first person she saw was a big, black, kind-looking man.
He comes over to greet her,
"Hello. My name is Marcus Dixon. What 's you're name?" He asks, as they shake hands.
"My name is Il...Kate Jones. Nice to meet you, Marcus." She told him, she was wearing a black business suit.
Next she met an adorable geek named Marshall.
She was called by Sloane to get to the briefing room, when she got there Marcus, Marshall and off course, the little rat.
When the rat was gonna start speaking someone opens the door and sits down across from Syd.
SARK. Always as damn cute.
When he sees 'Kate' he seems amused and curious.
Sloane begins. "This is Kate Jones. I believe you've everyone except maybe for Mr.Sark here." Sloane says, as he points in Sark's direction.
Everyone except Sark and Sloane probably thought she was fresh out of training.
"Oh, I've met Mr.Sark. More than once." She smirks, very sarkish.
Dixon and Marshall look at each other.
What did she mean?
"Hi 'Ilana'. How have you've been doing, since you dumped me?" Sark asked, Syd was shooting daggers with her eyes at him.
Just at that moment Jack Bristow walked in, "I'm very sorry for this, Sir. But my car broke down for the first time." He sits down,
"Ilana? As in Ilana Derevko?" (And yes Ilana not Irina.) Dixon choked out, this sweet young woman?
A cold-blooded assassin like Sark?
No, it can't be, right?
"Yes, as in Ilana derevko or her given name Sydney Bristow." Sloane said, having way too much fun for Syd's liking.
~*~*~*~
Marshall, Dixon and Sark look at Jack.
Syd had never given Sark her given name. And well, he had believed her when she said her name was Ilana Derevko.
Love makes you do the wacky.
"She's related to you, Mr.Bristow?" Dixon asked the annoyed, older man.
"Yes, this is my daughter. Eight years ago she disappeared. I still don't know where she went. She won't tell me and she came back a successful assassin with a impressive record."
Jack said, he suspected that Syd had gone to her mother.
"So, what did you hire me to do for you, Mr.Sloane?" She asked, she wanted to get this over with and go back to Alice.
"There's an arms dealer named Ineni Hassan. He's betrayed this organization and me. I want him killed. And since you're such a young, attractive woman you'll have no
problem getting close enough for the kill. See Marshall for tech. That's all." Sloane walks out, so does Dixon, her dad and Marshall.
It's just her and Sark.
Syd makes a face. "Ewwwww. What an ass." She whispers, Sark smiles.
"How's it going with your new friends?" He whispered into her ear.
He had a pen that put the bugs out for a while.
"You're an ass. I just remembered why I dumped you." Syd says, as she stands up.
~*~*~*~
Syd gets home and there waiting for her is, Alice.
"Hi. How was your day?" (Not meant as a serious question but a joke.) Alice asked, as she handed Syd a glass of red wine.
"Don't ask. I met my ex at work today. What an ass." Sydney said; as they sat down to eat the pasta Alice had made.
It looked delicious.
~*~*~*~
TBC.....
Now, tell me how ya liked it. I'm dying to know.
~Dru, Iceland
CHAPTER.2
The day after she walked into the SD-6 offices for the first time.
The first person she saw was a big, black, kind-looking man.
He comes over to greet her,
"Hello. My name is Marcus Dixon. What 's you're name?" He asks, as they shake hands.
"My name is Il...Kate Jones. Nice to meet you, Marcus." She told him, she was wearing a black business suit.
Next she met an adorable geek named Marshall.
She was called by Sloane to get to the briefing room, when she got there Marcus, Marshall and off course, the little rat.
When the rat was gonna start speaking someone opens the door and sits down across from Syd.
SARK. Always as damn cute.
When he sees 'Kate' he seems amused and curious.
Sloane begins. "This is Kate Jones. I believe you've everyone except maybe for Mr.Sark here." Sloane says, as he points in Sark's direction.
Everyone except Sark and Sloane probably thought she was fresh out of training.
"Oh, I've met Mr.Sark. More than once." She smirks, very sarkish.
Dixon and Marshall look at each other.
What did she mean?
"Hi 'Ilana'. How have you've been doing, since you dumped me?" Sark asked, Syd was shooting daggers with her eyes at him.
Just at that moment Jack Bristow walked in, "I'm very sorry for this, Sir. But my car broke down for the first time." He sits down,
"Ilana? As in Ilana Derevko?" (And yes Ilana not Irina.) Dixon choked out, this sweet young woman?
A cold-blooded assassin like Sark?
No, it can't be, right?
"Yes, as in Ilana derevko or her given name Sydney Bristow." Sloane said, having way too much fun for Syd's liking.
~*~*~*~
Marshall, Dixon and Sark look at Jack.
Syd had never given Sark her given name. And well, he had believed her when she said her name was Ilana Derevko.
Love makes you do the wacky.
"She's related to you, Mr.Bristow?" Dixon asked the annoyed, older man.
"Yes, this is my daughter. Eight years ago she disappeared. I still don't know where she went. She won't tell me and she came back a successful assassin with a impressive record."
Jack said, he suspected that Syd had gone to her mother.
"So, what did you hire me to do for you, Mr.Sloane?" She asked, she wanted to get this over with and go back to Alice.
"There's an arms dealer named Ineni Hassan. He's betrayed this organization and me. I want him killed. And since you're such a young, attractive woman you'll have no
problem getting close enough for the kill. See Marshall for tech. That's all." Sloane walks out, so does Dixon, her dad and Marshall.
It's just her and Sark.
Syd makes a face. "Ewwwww. What an ass." She whispers, Sark smiles.
"How's it going with your new friends?" He whispered into her ear.
He had a pen that put the bugs out for a while.
"You're an ass. I just remembered why I dumped you." Syd says, as she stands up.
~*~*~*~
Syd gets home and there waiting for her is, Alice.
"Hi. How was your day?" (Not meant as a serious question but a joke.) Alice asked, as she handed Syd a glass of red wine.
"Don't ask. I met my ex at work today. What an ass." Sydney said; as they sat down to eat the pasta Alice had made.
It looked delicious.
~*~*~*~
TBC.....
Now, tell me how ya liked it. I'm dying to know.
~Dru, Iceland