CHAPTER 2: DAY 1
Sydney had been moved to a CIA safehouse in Moscow. It was underground,
and it was invisible to the human eye unless you knew it was there.
It was actually very nicely decorated. Beds, CDs, TV, radio, couch,
kitchen (which had TONS of food), and supply closets. Sydney was
lying down on her bed.
"Sydney, I need to talk to you," Irina said, as she approached Sydney's bed.
"About what?" Sydney asked, rollling over to face her mother.
Irina sat down.
"Sydney, I know that we aren't on the best of terms right now, and I know this isn't the best mother/daughter relationship,
but, I just want you to know that I really do love you, you are my daughter, and I'll never forget that,"
Irina said quietly.
Sydney sat up.
"Mom, why did you leave Dad?" Sydney asked.
Irina sighed. "Honey, it's just how it goes...I really did love your father, but I had a job to do. I had people counting on me,"
Sydney sighed. "Mom, I just-" Sydney was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps above them.
Sydney gazed upward, and Irina loaded a gun.
Suddenly, the noises stopped. Sydney sighed. "Gosh, I'm glad that's over-"
Suddenly, a something crashed throught the ground above them and half their roof was gone. Sydney jumped up.
Irina ran to whatever it was. It was a man, apparently here for Sydney. "Go, Syd, go!" Irina cried as she began shooting.
Sydney ran past the scene and into the hideaway. Yes, another hideaway.
A moving wall was the hideaway. Old-fashioned, but it sure did work well.
Sydney closed the 'door', and sat herself as far back as she could.
She cringed as she heard her mother shooting, and being shot at.
This went on for 5 minutes, then, it all stopped.
"It's too easy..." Sydney said, as she crept forward.
The door slid open, and a man with a black suit came inside.
Sydney kicked him in the nose, breaking it.
She ran out of the hideaway, to find her Mom still fighting them off.
She'd dropped her gun.
"Mom!" Sydney cried, as she threw her Mom a gun.
Irina caught the gun and shot at the many people, and Sydney had her Mom's back.
It felt good working together with her Mom.
After it was all over, and everyone of them was either dead or running, they packed
their things and headed for the airport. They were gong to Thailand. ***
Sydney had been moved to a CIA safehouse in Moscow. It was underground,
and it was invisible to the human eye unless you knew it was there.
It was actually very nicely decorated. Beds, CDs, TV, radio, couch,
kitchen (which had TONS of food), and supply closets. Sydney was
lying down on her bed.
"Sydney, I need to talk to you," Irina said, as she approached Sydney's bed.
"About what?" Sydney asked, rollling over to face her mother.
Irina sat down.
"Sydney, I know that we aren't on the best of terms right now, and I know this isn't the best mother/daughter relationship,
but, I just want you to know that I really do love you, you are my daughter, and I'll never forget that,"
Irina said quietly.
Sydney sat up.
"Mom, why did you leave Dad?" Sydney asked.
Irina sighed. "Honey, it's just how it goes...I really did love your father, but I had a job to do. I had people counting on me,"
Sydney sighed. "Mom, I just-" Sydney was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps above them.
Sydney gazed upward, and Irina loaded a gun.
Suddenly, the noises stopped. Sydney sighed. "Gosh, I'm glad that's over-"
Suddenly, a something crashed throught the ground above them and half their roof was gone. Sydney jumped up.
Irina ran to whatever it was. It was a man, apparently here for Sydney. "Go, Syd, go!" Irina cried as she began shooting.
Sydney ran past the scene and into the hideaway. Yes, another hideaway.
A moving wall was the hideaway. Old-fashioned, but it sure did work well.
Sydney closed the 'door', and sat herself as far back as she could.
She cringed as she heard her mother shooting, and being shot at.
This went on for 5 minutes, then, it all stopped.
"It's too easy..." Sydney said, as she crept forward.
The door slid open, and a man with a black suit came inside.
Sydney kicked him in the nose, breaking it.
She ran out of the hideaway, to find her Mom still fighting them off.
She'd dropped her gun.
"Mom!" Sydney cried, as she threw her Mom a gun.
Irina caught the gun and shot at the many people, and Sydney had her Mom's back.
It felt good working together with her Mom.
After it was all over, and everyone of them was either dead or running, they packed
their things and headed for the airport. They were gong to Thailand. ***