Chapter 2

Michael's jaw dropped. "What do you mean, she's missing'?"

Jack stepped in. "When we were in Zurich, she went into a location where we thought Sloane would be. I stayed out in the van to monitor everything. The last thing I heard from her was, Negative. There's no one here'. She never came out. I assumed that there had been someone there, so I went in to look for her and she was right. No one was there, including her."

Kirra tried not to cry when her grandfather told her this. "Daddy, can we go now?" Kirra asked meekly.

"Yeah." Michael stormed away with Kirra following at his heels.

"What are we going to do about this?" Jack asked Kendall when his son in law and granddaughter walked away.

"Nothing until I say so." Kendall replied harshly and walked away. Jack watched as Marshall and Dixon walked away too, shaking their heads.

Jack quickly walked to his ca. He got in and sped towards Michael's house. When he got there, he pulled into the driveway. He got out and went up to the door where he rang the doorbell.

Michael opened the door, looking very worried and concerned. His eyes looked red and puffy like he had been crying.

"Hello Jack."

"Michael," Jack gruffly said. "We need to talk. It's about Sydney."

Michael was shocked. "Come in." He looked around. "Let's go to my office where we can be private."

Jack followed Michael to the office that was down in the basement. Kirra, who had been listening in on their conversation, also followed them to the basement. She crept down and hid behind some boxes.

"I think I know who can help us locate her. I have been in contact with Irina Derevko lately and she was last working with Sloane." Jack said.

Kirra recognized the name. Irina Derevko was Sydney's mom. Kirra had never met the woman because she was an enemy of the CIA.

"Are you sure she's trustworthy?" Michael asked.

"Yes and no. She has been giving me vital information about Sloane and his new association. It's called Prophezeiung Jäger, meaning Prophecy Hunters. They are still trying to uncover more Rambaldi mysteries. You'd think they given up." Jack chuckled. He walked over and sat down at the desk. He turned on the computer and pulled up a window.

There was a picture of a man and a woman who Kirra figured was Sark and Irina. It had some information next to it.

"Yeah." Michael crossed his arms and began to pace back and forth.

"Sark is also working for Sloane as well. He and Irina have both been providing good Intel. I think we can trust them."

Michael stopped and nodded. "Ok. So what do we do about it?"

"Kendall does not want us to waste our time with trying to find her. He ordered it. So I will be in contact with them and then I will let you know what our next move is." Jack said.

"Ok."

Jack clapped Michael on the back. "Don't worry, Vaughn. We'll find her."

Jack walked up the steps with Michael following close behind. Kirra made sure they were all the way out of the room before she rushed over to the computer. She quickly wrote down the information about each person.

"Dad, Grandpa, you won't be the only ones looking for Mom."

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Kirra slowly packed her backpack. She had already taken a week off of school and she decided that she would go back now. She heard a knock on her door and saw her father standing there.

"Hey Dad." She said quietly.

"Hey babycakes."

Kirra tried to hold back the tears that she knew were coming. "Mom used to call me that." She just let herself cry. She was starting to wonder of you could run out of tears because she had been crying so much over the past week.

Michael ran over to her and gave her a hug.

"I know sweetie. Shhit'll all be alright, you'll see." Michael said, rubbing her back.

"How do you know?" Kirra cried, breaking away from her father. "How do you know that everything will be alright?"

"I just have a feeling." He said.

"You don't know if it will be alright! How can it be alright if she's not here?" Kirra screamed.

Michael nodded. "Ok. I'll leave you alone now." He kissed the top of her head and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Kirra wiped the tears off her cheeks and went to find her cell phone that was in her backpack. She rummaged through her drawers to find the piece of paper that had Sark and Irina's phone numbers on it.

Kirra debated whether to call Irina or Sark. She figured she would work better with Irina, since they were related. She punched in the numbers into her cell phone and stared at it for a few minutes.

"Should I do this?" Kirra asked herself out loud. "Dad will never know because I'll have all my calls become untraceable."

Kirra looked at a picture of her and her mother and father.

"I've got to do this. For you Mom."

Kirra hit the call' button on her cell phone and placed it next to her ear.

She waited impatiently as it rang. Finally, after about 10 rings, she was about to hang up when she heard a voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Irina Derevko?" Kirra asked.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"I'm Kirra. Kirra Vaughn Brsitow. I believe you are my grandmother and I would like your help."

"Ah, Kirra. We finally get to talk. How are you?"

"I'm fine, but it's my mom we should be concerned about."