The Nemesis
"Got here as fast as I could. What's up?" The question found Kat looking expectantly at Sydney.
"Wow, that was fast," Syd checked her watch. "I just called you four minutes and thirty-seven seconds ago."
Kat sat down across the table. "What can I say? I was in the neighborhood."
"How many traffic laws did you break?" Syd asked suspiciously.
Kat dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "Offhand? I'd say fourteen. The police still can't figure out where I went. But enough about the car chase, what's going on?"
"Allison's alive," Sydney said unemotionally.
Kat's eyes widened then narrowed. "How's that even possible?"
"I don't know. I really don't know. I shot her three times, for goodness sake. And then with the armed guard... It's like Weiss said. Maybe she is a werewolf."
"Armed guard?"
"We were in Sofia. I caught up to her and we fought. Then I shot her. The EMT's said she barely had a pulse. And then we found the ambulance and guard completely destroyed. I know it's crazy, irrational even, but I believe Allison did that herself. Without anyone's help.
"It is a little unlikely," Kat admitted reluctantly, "but the whole double situation in general is irrational to those who don't know the truth."
"Seeing Allison... hurts," Sydney closed her eyes. "It hurts me so much. She still has Francie's face. She still looks exactly like my best friend. And all I want to do is kill her, just absolutely get rid of her for once and for all."
Kat nodded. "It's understandable."
Sydney opened her eyes. "Is it? Is it really? How many people want to kill their best friends murderer?"
"Me."
Sydney raised an eyebrow, but didn't reply to that. "And I found out the Covenant's agents have been ordered not to kill me. They need something in my memory."
"How'd you find this out?"
"Sloane. I was on come with him and made him ask where I was. Allison and Sark don't know."
"Why were you in charge of Sloane's comm?"
"I'm his handler."
"Have the CIA lost their minds?"
Sydney laughed darkly. "You don't think I'll do a good job?"
"No. I just think even a person like Sloane deserves a handler they can trust. Dixion's a fool not to see that."
"Why do you think this?" Syd gritted her teeth angrily.
"Do you trust Vaughn with your life?"
"Yes, but that's..."
"No, it's not. You trusted Vaughn to keep you alive in the dangerous position of a double agent. Sloane doesn't have the advantage. What's going to happen to him?"
"I don't care what happens to him!" Sydney said harshly.
"Think of the mission."
"Nothing will happen if Sloane dies." She stressed.
Kat decided to switch gears. "I had a handler once that I was unable to get along with. It turned out that our lack of communication missed something I should've known. But I didn't."
"What happened?" Sydney asked softly.
Kat pulled back a piece of hair. "Do you see this scar?" she pointed to a long, pink thread running from her ear to her collar bone. Sydney nodded.
Kat let her hair fall back in place and gracefully stood up. "Promise me you'll consider it."
Sydney nodded again.
"I will."
"Got here as fast as I could. What's up?" The question found Kat looking expectantly at Sydney.
"Wow, that was fast," Syd checked her watch. "I just called you four minutes and thirty-seven seconds ago."
Kat sat down across the table. "What can I say? I was in the neighborhood."
"How many traffic laws did you break?" Syd asked suspiciously.
Kat dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "Offhand? I'd say fourteen. The police still can't figure out where I went. But enough about the car chase, what's going on?"
"Allison's alive," Sydney said unemotionally.
Kat's eyes widened then narrowed. "How's that even possible?"
"I don't know. I really don't know. I shot her three times, for goodness sake. And then with the armed guard... It's like Weiss said. Maybe she is a werewolf."
"Armed guard?"
"We were in Sofia. I caught up to her and we fought. Then I shot her. The EMT's said she barely had a pulse. And then we found the ambulance and guard completely destroyed. I know it's crazy, irrational even, but I believe Allison did that herself. Without anyone's help.
"It is a little unlikely," Kat admitted reluctantly, "but the whole double situation in general is irrational to those who don't know the truth."
"Seeing Allison... hurts," Sydney closed her eyes. "It hurts me so much. She still has Francie's face. She still looks exactly like my best friend. And all I want to do is kill her, just absolutely get rid of her for once and for all."
Kat nodded. "It's understandable."
Sydney opened her eyes. "Is it? Is it really? How many people want to kill their best friends murderer?"
"Me."
Sydney raised an eyebrow, but didn't reply to that. "And I found out the Covenant's agents have been ordered not to kill me. They need something in my memory."
"How'd you find this out?"
"Sloane. I was on come with him and made him ask where I was. Allison and Sark don't know."
"Why were you in charge of Sloane's comm?"
"I'm his handler."
"Have the CIA lost their minds?"
Sydney laughed darkly. "You don't think I'll do a good job?"
"No. I just think even a person like Sloane deserves a handler they can trust. Dixion's a fool not to see that."
"Why do you think this?" Syd gritted her teeth angrily.
"Do you trust Vaughn with your life?"
"Yes, but that's..."
"No, it's not. You trusted Vaughn to keep you alive in the dangerous position of a double agent. Sloane doesn't have the advantage. What's going to happen to him?"
"I don't care what happens to him!" Sydney said harshly.
"Think of the mission."
"Nothing will happen if Sloane dies." She stressed.
Kat decided to switch gears. "I had a handler once that I was unable to get along with. It turned out that our lack of communication missed something I should've known. But I didn't."
"What happened?" Sydney asked softly.
Kat pulled back a piece of hair. "Do you see this scar?" she pointed to a long, pink thread running from her ear to her collar bone. Sydney nodded.
Kat let her hair fall back in place and gracefully stood up. "Promise me you'll consider it."
Sydney nodded again.
"I will."