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4. Karma
She went to sleep on the hard mattress, lulled to sleep by the thought of Vaughn's coming to her and the dull throbbing of his voice as he was debriefed in the next room.
The sleep was dark, gloomy, and dreamless and she was conscious of all the feeling sifting through her and knew that more desperately than anything else, she longed only to wake up and lose this feeling of swimming through the air with no control over her movements.
However, it was when her wish was granted and she awoke looking into the deep chocolate-brown eyes she thought she would never see in this situation, she couldn't help but feel that perhaps she hadn't escaped her dream at all.
"Karma."
The woman answered with a slight nod and a slightly manufactured smile that did nothing to reassure Sydney's fractured nerves. Instantly, instinctively, her muscles tensed beneath her skin as she prepared herself to fight if need be. But what was she doing here in the CIA safehouse?
"What the hell are you doing here, Karma?"
The woman didn't look surprised and instead took the harsh tone of voice with which she was received in stride before answering. "What do you think I'm doing here? I'm informing you about the situation because your handler has been... otherwise detained."
Fear rushed through her system. "What are you talking about? Where's Vaughn? How did you get into a sanctioned CIA safehouse?" She felt stupid as the endless questions erupted from her mouth but she could not stop the words, could not stop the rushing feelings from leaving her system, could not shake the feeling that the entire world had turned upside down and had forgotten to take her with it.
The woman laughed. "I suppose that you and Mr. Vaughn must spend much time defending your status as mere handler and agent." She sat down on the bed next to Sydney and raised her eyebrows at the way that Sydney tensed even more at the movement. "I'm not going to hurt you Sydney. You don't know anything about me."
Her head twisted around sharply, looking at the other woman. "What are you talking about Karma Manuel? We have worked side by side in SD-6 for the past 4 years! I know how you even like your goddamn coffee." With those words Sydney stood, untrusting of these person's appearance in her cell. When she spoke again her words were clipped. "You were a highly prized agent because you had managed to gain entry into the CIA and you were, I suspected, a double agent for SD-6 which would explain the complete disaster of the 63rd, 65th, and 70th missions in Russia during '97. Don't toy with me, I know what you're capable of but I also do not underestimate my own abilities. Therefore, you will tell me what's going on."
The woman's beautiful face lifted and the serene look was still intact. "Very good Agent Bristow. You have extremely well developed analytical skills and those in addition to your naturally high deduction ability makes you a formidable foe indeed." She stopped, hesitated as if choosing her next words. "But I'm not your foe."
"The hell you're not. How did you get in here, where is Vaughn and what the hell is Sloane planning to do?"
"I'm not, I was admitted, I don't know."
"I don't believe you."
"Sydney, you have guessed correctly in all of your assumptions except for one."
"And what would that be?"
"I'm not a double agent. I'm a triple agent. For the CIA."
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