AN: I know I said I would update regularly, but I was actually busy these last few days and I like to have a lot of free time when writing my fics. Anyways, enjoy and please review!

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Chapter 11

Irina's POV

"You're so naive at times, Agent Vaughn. Sydney has more enemies that just him." This was one of his weaknesses. He could only see the big picture, but not the details at times. Sloane may be gone, but there were still people loyal to him alive. It may seem hard to believe, but Sloane had some very loyal allies. Allies that would want to avenge his death.

"You know, I'm surprised that the CIA hasn't found out about him yet. He is related to Sloane afterall."

Confusion flashed through the faces of the two men before me.

"Who's related to Sloane?" I'm not surprised they were confused. Even I had not seen it coming. Over the many years I've worked with that man, he never once mention any family. Although why would he? I had assumed that his family had disowned him years ago. Recently though, I found this was not the case. He had been working with Sloane for years under a different alias. His work had been so low key that it had slipped unnoticed by everyone. Pulling out of my reverie, I realized that they were probably wanted an answer to their question.

"His brother, Andrew Sloane." I handed them the intel I had collected on him. As they filtered through the information, shock and confusion flashed through their faces. All the damage the man had done over the years and he had somehow managed to keep a very low profile. I almost admired how he had been able to get away with it all. Knowing that time was of the essence, I interrupted their reading and prepared to tell them my plan.

"I have a way of getting Sydney out although it will required the cooperation of you, Agent Vaughn."

"What do you need me to do?" I smiled at him. I knew he would agree. The man would do anything for her, even put himself in danger. Always the chivalrous knight.

"You're my bait."

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Andrew's POV

Today was the day. The day my plan was finally put into place. The first of many phases in my intricate plot. I put on my suit and tightened my tie. Staring into the mirror, I smirked. This was worse than torture or physical pain. She will be broken down mentally before she meets death's eyes. Turning to my dresser, I stared at his picture. He wore his usual suit and a frown. My brother never smiled in pictures. He said it would make him seem weak. I almost laughed.

He would never admit it, but he had been weak. Weak when it came to her. If there was one thing I hated the most, it was betrayal and I never forgave people who betrayed me. Arvin was not this way though. He forgave her for betraying him. He didn't kill her mercilessly like the rest. She was able to live until that rainy night where she killed him. I picked up my phone just as it started ringing.

"Sloane."

"It's me, Sir."

"Good, start phase one and remember, don't kill them."

"Yes, Sir." I hung up the phone. Everything was falling into place and soon Sydney Vaughn will not even remember the meaning of bliss. I will make sure of that.

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Sydney's POV

I woke up with a splitting headache. Images started flashing back to me. Sloane or someone who was pretending to be him was out to get me. Looking around, I noticed I was no longer in the same room. This one was different. It was dark and empty. There was only a metal chair that sat in the center of the room which I was seated in. Cuffs kept me glued to the chair and the wall facing me had one of those two sided glass mirrors. The other room was lighted although dimly. There were instruments of torture and other such things in there. Panicing a little, I tried vainly to get out of the metal chair. When that failed, I tried sliding the chair over to the door. It was slow and tedious, but after awhile, I managed to reach the door. I tried every way I could to get the door open, but to not avail. Suddenly a voice boomed overhead.

"You're finally awake, Ms. Bristow."

"It's Mrs. Vaughn." He laughed sardonically at me.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot. How is that dear husband of yours?"

"I wouldn't know. You took me away from him."

"A little cranky aren't you? Well no matter. I just wanted to tell you that you have some visitors. I'm sure you recognize them."

"What are you talking about?" There was no need for him to answer though because just then, I saw two people enter the other room through the glass and gasped.