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United

The moment his lips touched hers, she felt a warm sizzle run through her body and she knew then that the morning, the whole experience... that had been just that. An experience. And nothing more.

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24.5 minutes later, the two entered the conference room, looking a little rumpled for the wear but not entirely outlandish looking. The slight wrinkle of their attire could just have easily been gotten by kneeling against the walls of the room, heads on knees, discussing the situation.

And so they weren't considered for long as they took their seats and then all eyes were on Karma.

She took the obligatory deep breath before speaking.

"I have been a triple agent for the CIA for about 4 and a half years now. Now that the entire corporation of SD-6 is missing regardless of who the employee was and what they knew, drastic action must be taken because only in one situation could something so large take place.

"For SD-6 to scatter when it is now in the highest position of power within its net groups is very unlikely. They would only take that chance and that risk if something popped up that was worth it all.

"Something like a place within the Apollyon Soul Harvest."

Sydney's brow furrowed and her eyes clashed with Vaughn's as a single thought ran through them. Apollyon Soul Harvest???

"Excuse me... but we have no such coorporation on our maps or in any of our listings. What sort of coorporation is this and why would SD-6 flock to it?"

Karma looked at the speaker, allowing him to feel the full effect of her steely, utter professional gaze land on his. Visibly unsure of whether or not it would be appropriate to gulp, the man sat still and stared into the almost metallic eyes of Karma. And waited.

"The Apollyon Soul Harvest is interested in one thing, has one goal. One purpose to which it lives, breathes, and dies for. Would anyone like to venture a guess as to that is?"

From her peripheral vision, Sydney saw Vaughn's eyes flutter slightly closed. "Rambaldi." The word was whispered, was achingly soft and full of wonder and hate mixed into some sort of lethal mixture. He opened his eyes and stood up, elliciting surprise everyone. "As we all know, Rambaldi was, in part, a sort of alternate Leonardo DaVinci. Dabbling in all sorts of subjects from life to technology, to ultimate truths of such quantity and knowledge that we can not even begin to understand... he sketched out the Apollyon Soul Harvest."

"Agent Vaughn, what are you talking about?"

"We have all heard about ash in his writings. And not known what to make of it. And that is because we never once thought about it's anagram. ASH. Apollyon Soul Harvest. I feel confident that should we insert what we know now, or rather what we will know from Agent Manuel's presententation, we will be infinitely more the wiser."

They found out that ASH was congregating in an undisclosed location in Europe. And had more knowledge of Rambaldi that anyone else on the planet. More of the writings than the CIA had even known existed.

More than they ever wanted to know existed.

And that was because ASH, a coorporation that Sloane had envied and wondered over for years, had one component crucial to their success and their information.

And her name was Laila Rambaldi.

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