Something big was about to happen, Katya could feel it approaching much as a cat senses a coming change in the weather. It was quiet, the calm before the storm. The beginning of the end was coming. The line of prophesy women was coming to an end. If RambaldiÕs prophesy was to be fulfilled it would be soon, or never. They were close, right on the verge of figuring it all out. But something just didnÕt seem right. A dark cloud loomed overhead, Katya could sense itÕs presence. Something was about to happen, a choice would have to be made. Things had already been set into motion and Katya could not shake the feeling that either way it would end in tragedy.
Katya stood outside, tiny droplets of rain had begun to fall. The wind was picking up speed, it whipped around her causing her to nearly lose her balance. She watched as even the largest of trees bent over and backwards, powerless to stand against the storm. Lightning struck, the light was almost blinding and the crack of thunder was almost deafening.
Katya wondered if in the end there would be anything left.
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After the death of his wife, Sloane was no longer merely obsessed with Rambaldi, his motives had changed. Now he was out for revenge. Sydney was in danger, both Katya and Irina knew that. And so Katya had returned to LA with the hope that somehow she could warn Sydney. However she worried that Sydney, in her stubbornness, would not listen.
The last time Katya had been in LA, she was Rebecca Madison, dance major at UCLA. this had enabled her to lead some semblance of a normal life, but it had also served a secondary purpose, it had allowed Katya to keep and eye on Sydney. She wished she could have gotten to know her cousin better, she wanted desperately to have been her friend. But Katya knew such a friendship could prove risky as SD-6 was probably keeping tabs on all her friends and while she was fairly certain her alias could have withstood an investigation, she didnÕt want to take any chances. She had however had a few classes with Sydney and every once and a while they had had casual conversations.
Now Katya stood poised outside SydneyÕs door, ready to knock. She wondered if Sydney would even remember her, it would make things easier if she did. Then taking a deep breath, she knocked.
Katya stood outside, tiny droplets of rain had begun to fall. The wind was picking up speed, it whipped around her causing her to nearly lose her balance. She watched as even the largest of trees bent over and backwards, powerless to stand against the storm. Lightning struck, the light was almost blinding and the crack of thunder was almost deafening.
Katya wondered if in the end there would be anything left.
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After the death of his wife, Sloane was no longer merely obsessed with Rambaldi, his motives had changed. Now he was out for revenge. Sydney was in danger, both Katya and Irina knew that. And so Katya had returned to LA with the hope that somehow she could warn Sydney. However she worried that Sydney, in her stubbornness, would not listen.
The last time Katya had been in LA, she was Rebecca Madison, dance major at UCLA. this had enabled her to lead some semblance of a normal life, but it had also served a secondary purpose, it had allowed Katya to keep and eye on Sydney. She wished she could have gotten to know her cousin better, she wanted desperately to have been her friend. But Katya knew such a friendship could prove risky as SD-6 was probably keeping tabs on all her friends and while she was fairly certain her alias could have withstood an investigation, she didnÕt want to take any chances. She had however had a few classes with Sydney and every once and a while they had had casual conversations.
Now Katya stood poised outside SydneyÕs door, ready to knock. She wondered if Sydney would even remember her, it would make things easier if she did. Then taking a deep breath, she knocked.