Sydney stared at the man about to kill her, quickly feeling lightheaded at
the loss of blood. But she used the last ounce of strength she had to kick
high, hitting the man underneath his chin. His head snapped back and he
fell away, unconscious.
In no time at all, Michael was the only conscious one left. He was shocked at the scene that had taken place right in front of him. "Weiss!" He yelled. " Get up here ."
Weiss quickly made his way to the third floor. His immediate reaction spelled out the situation pretty easily. "Damn."
Michael's mind was working quickly. Why would the man want to kill her? Why had he ruined her life? He decided to look for clues in her open apartment.
He found his answer a few hours later, when he stumbled upon a picture of Jack Bristow. He was a well-known double for the CIA. And Sydney had a picture of him. That brought up possibilities that Michael had not considered before. Didn't Jack have a daughter? And there was a little resemblance between the two.
'Well ,' he thought. 'There's only one way to find out .'
He picked up her phone and dialed headquarters.
"Devlin here." Came an automatically aggressive voice. Michael winced.
"Agent Vaughn reporting. I need a picture of Agent Bristow's daughter faxed to me. ASAP."
***
The first feeling that came to Sydney was an intense burning in her leg. She felt the dazed feeling that came with pain pills. She saw the bright lights of a hospital room.
No, not a hospital. That same cheery room with the fire burning.
The same feeling overwhelmed her, the feeling of gratitude, and of.
Then the memories swamped her. And anger filled her. She sat up quickly, blinking away dizziness. She was wearing an old T-shirt, one that was not hers, and a pair of underwear. Her leg was bandaged, but blood was seeping through the gauze.
"We have to talk." Michael's voice timidly came from the corner of the room.
She turned towards him. "No, we really don't. I. I have to leave, now. And. I need a phone."
"The irony of this situation is you can't leave. Can't even walk, probably. Getting shot does that to you. It's funny, you use to think you worked for the CIA."
Her gasp stopped him in mid-sentence. "I. how. I left. As soon as I figured it out, I left. How the heck did you know that?"
"I work for the CIA myself. Really. And you're dad does also. I had no idea who you used to be, but there is something you really need to know."
"My. my dad? What? No, he works for an airplane...wait, never mind. I really don't want to know. What do I need to know?"
Michael cleared his throat. "SD-6, as well as the rest of the Alliance, was destroyed about a week ago. Your former boss, Arvin Sloane, escaped. He was the one who sent the assassin. We found Sloane through the assassin, and he is currently in CIA custody."
Shock filled Sydney's body. Her life had just been.fixed. She no longer had to deal with the past. She jumped up giddily, but her injured leg refused her weight and she fell right on top of Michael.
They both tumbled to the floor. On top, Sydney grinned down at him. "Thank you. so much. God, I'm free!" she laughed.
They shared one sweet kiss that went on and on.
In no time at all, Michael was the only conscious one left. He was shocked at the scene that had taken place right in front of him. "Weiss!" He yelled. " Get up here ."
Weiss quickly made his way to the third floor. His immediate reaction spelled out the situation pretty easily. "Damn."
Michael's mind was working quickly. Why would the man want to kill her? Why had he ruined her life? He decided to look for clues in her open apartment.
He found his answer a few hours later, when he stumbled upon a picture of Jack Bristow. He was a well-known double for the CIA. And Sydney had a picture of him. That brought up possibilities that Michael had not considered before. Didn't Jack have a daughter? And there was a little resemblance between the two.
'Well ,' he thought. 'There's only one way to find out .'
He picked up her phone and dialed headquarters.
"Devlin here." Came an automatically aggressive voice. Michael winced.
"Agent Vaughn reporting. I need a picture of Agent Bristow's daughter faxed to me. ASAP."
***
The first feeling that came to Sydney was an intense burning in her leg. She felt the dazed feeling that came with pain pills. She saw the bright lights of a hospital room.
No, not a hospital. That same cheery room with the fire burning.
The same feeling overwhelmed her, the feeling of gratitude, and of.
Then the memories swamped her. And anger filled her. She sat up quickly, blinking away dizziness. She was wearing an old T-shirt, one that was not hers, and a pair of underwear. Her leg was bandaged, but blood was seeping through the gauze.
"We have to talk." Michael's voice timidly came from the corner of the room.
She turned towards him. "No, we really don't. I. I have to leave, now. And. I need a phone."
"The irony of this situation is you can't leave. Can't even walk, probably. Getting shot does that to you. It's funny, you use to think you worked for the CIA."
Her gasp stopped him in mid-sentence. "I. how. I left. As soon as I figured it out, I left. How the heck did you know that?"
"I work for the CIA myself. Really. And you're dad does also. I had no idea who you used to be, but there is something you really need to know."
"My. my dad? What? No, he works for an airplane...wait, never mind. I really don't want to know. What do I need to know?"
Michael cleared his throat. "SD-6, as well as the rest of the Alliance, was destroyed about a week ago. Your former boss, Arvin Sloane, escaped. He was the one who sent the assassin. We found Sloane through the assassin, and he is currently in CIA custody."
Shock filled Sydney's body. Her life had just been.fixed. She no longer had to deal with the past. She jumped up giddily, but her injured leg refused her weight and she fell right on top of Michael.
They both tumbled to the floor. On top, Sydney grinned down at him. "Thank you. so much. God, I'm free!" she laughed.
They shared one sweet kiss that went on and on.