Chapter 4

At 5:45, Kirra got in her car and sped off towards the park. She parked the car and looked at her watch. It read 5:55. She sat down on one of the benches. She waited five minutes and got up and began walking around the park until she spotted Irina.

She saw her reading a magazine. Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulder, and the collar of her white jacket was sticking up.

Kirra walked up to her. "Excuse me ma'am, but do you have the time? My watch is broken."

The woman looked up and took off her dark glasses. "Kirra my dear, have a seat."

I took a seat next to Irina. She handed me the magazine. "We know that Sloane's new group is located in Zurich. Your father and Jack and I are going there tonight. We believe that it was Sloane who took your mother. We can only guess why. Rambaldi."


"The prophecy." Kirra said glumly.

"Yes. You're a very smart girl, Kirra. In the magazine are some contacts for you to do your own investigation."

"IrinaI mean Grandma? Is it ok if I call you that?"

"Yes of course dear. Because technically you are my granddaughter."

"I would like to do more than just talk to people. I would actually like to travel places to help find her."

Irina smiled. "I can arrange that. I will have you meet my assistant Sark tomorrow, same place, same time. You will learn all you need to know about becoming an agent. He will give you all you need, an alias, passports, credit cards, anything you need. Just be nice. Sark has a mean temper."

I nodded, listening to every word she said. "Ok."

"Kirra, you'll make a good agent like your parents. Good luck sweetheart." Irina placed her glasses back on and walked down the sidewalk. Kirra sighed. Now she was going to become and agent, the thing that she had most hated about her life.

* * *

Vaughn stared out the window. They were on their way to Zurich to meet with Sloane. He glanced over at Jack who was resting. Sark and Irina were talking in low voices. He took another sip of his ginger ale.

* * *

"Sark, Kirra Vaughn would like to become an agent, and you're going to meet her tomorrow same place, same time. You need to teach her everything. How to fight, everything. She is a very smart girl. I think she will capable of anything."

Sark frowned and chuckled. "You want me to train a 16 year-old?"

"Yes. Is that too much to ask?"

"No, not at all. I can handle anything."

"I know. That's why I'm asking you."

"Ok."

"Thank you Sark."

* * *

The plane began to descend. When it landed, the four of them got into a car that was waiting for them. Jack and Vaughn got in the front and Irina and Sark were in the back. Jack sped off towards Sloane's headquarters.

When they got there, they barged passed the secretary who was yelling that they couldn't go back there. Vaughn grimaced when he saw Sloane. He still had the same facial characteristics, but he had less hair, and more wrinkles.

"Well hello. I was wondering when I would see you again." He said.

"Where's Sydney?" Jack demanded.

"I see you still have that nasty temper, Jack." Sloane said. Jack rushed at him and grabbed him by the collar.

"What the heck did you do with her?" He demanded again.

"Irina, tell your ex-husband here to put me down."

Irina walked up to Jack and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let him go."

Jack threw him down to the ground and stepped away from him. "Sark? Working with Irina?"

"Is that really any of your business?" Sark asked.

"And Mr. Vaughn. I hear you and Sydney got married. How has that been?" Sloane carefully pushed himself back up.

Vaughn rolled his eyes. "Enough of the small talk. Where's Sydney? You've been avoiding the question since we got here. It's making you look suspicious."

"I frankly have no idea what you are talking about."

"Sydney's missing." Jack said, trying to stay calm.

"Oh is she now? I'm terribly sorry."

"Oh shut up." Sark grumbled.

"I really am. I could help you find her I you want?"

"No thank you Arvin. Thanks any ways. Let's go you guys." Irina turned around and the others followed. They were all upset that they didn't get any information. They could all tell Sloane was behind it, but they were never going to get him to tell.

Sloane made sure that they were gone when he picked up the phone. "It's Sloane. Move her to Hong Kong. They're suspicious. And make it quick."