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Anna only maintained her gaze of disbelief for a few moments. Soon, she was bounding through Door 47, Sark and Taryn following closely behind. They rounded a corner, and immediately found the source of all the trouble they had gone through:
The Rambaldi Device.
And, perched atop of it, Melina Bristow.
Anna smirked. She was becoming more convinced as the moments went by, that this woman was the devil. It wouldn't surprise her one bit if it turned out to be true.
At the sight of her enemies, Melina laughed maniacally.
"All it takes is the push of one button my friends," she said, her hand dangerously close to a button. Every movie that Anna had ever seen about the destruction of the known world came back to her, as she struggled to think of an idea to stop this madwoman. After all, she was the only one who could. She looked over Taryn, and grabbed Taryn's gun, which was composed of a heavier metal, and threw it at Melina.
Luckily, Anna had been on a softball team in her youth; the projectile hit Melina in the side of the head, interrupting her balance, and she fell to the ground, though unfortunately on her feet. Anna ran to where the woman had fallen, and immediately pursued a battle with her.
"I'm getting tired of you Anna Weiss," she hissed, and punched the younger woman in the face. Anna, quickly recovering from the blow, responded in a kick to Melina's stomach. Melina stumbled back, but when Anna moved to kick her again, she lowered herself to the floor, kicking Anna's legs out from under her. Anna fell to the ground, her head hitting the floor, and she appeared to be unconscious.
Taryn, panicking, resumed Anna's place with a swift kick to Melina's face. Melina screamed in pain, and looked up to stare venomously at her daughter.
"Be careful little girl, you don't know who you're dealing with," Melina spat out, punching her daughter in the stomach. Taryn retaliated with a swift blow to Melina's already-tender temple, which sent Melina to the floor. At this moment, a noise interrupted their quarrel, as they both looked to the source.
There stood Anna Weiss, destroying the Rambaldi device, with the help of her father. Melina, with true fear in her eyes, stood up and ran to where the device was located.
"No!" she screamed, "you're ruining everything!"
"You know," Anna started, smirking, "it's always the criminal masterminds that fall for the unconscious bit. I'm surprised you're so stupid Melina," she finished. Melina's eyes blazed at this, and in an instant she was upon Anna, a severe-looking blade withdrawn. Sark moved to protect his daughter, but Melina spoke to him first.
"Ah, ah Mr. Sark, one move and I will slit your girl's throat," she spat out, glancing down at the woman who was now at her mercy.
"Well, well Miss Weiss, here we are. Not so stupid now am I?" Melina demanded.
"Kill me, Melina. Do it. I've destroyed the device, therefore destroying your intentions, and that is enough for me," Anna spat, eyes ablaze.
Taryn and Sark looked on in terror, both disbelieving that Anna had provoked the woman. Sark began to advance toward Melina once again, but Taryn held him back. She looked at him in fear, and whispered quietly.
"Anna knows what she's doing Mr.Sark. She'll take care of herself," she said.
Sark hesitated to agree, but nodded slowly. His daughter could handle herself. He turned to Melina and Anna again, and watched as Melina contemplated her next course of action.
"Well, if you feel that way Miss Weiss, I do believe I can arrange that for you," she spoke.
Anna braced herself for death, and was shocked when she heard a gunshot. She looked to the source, and also struggled to see who had taken the blow. The latter question was answered immediately when blood became visible on Melina Bristow's forehead. She had taken a shot in the head. As Melina fell to the ground, her shooter became visible.
Sydney Weiss.
Anna, wiping sweat off her forehead, stared at her mother in shock.
It had been twenty years since Sydney Weiss had quit the CIA. Twenty years since she had dared to go on a mission. Twenty years since she had even fired a gun, let alone hit her mark perfectly. Anna decided immediately that there would always be things about her mother that she would never know...perhaps things she didn't want to know.
She looked over to Taryn and her father, who were staring at Sydney in equal disbelief.
"Mom," Anna whispered, a voice hoarse from her screams.
"Sweetheart," she said, closing the space between them, and embracing her tightly, "Sorry I'm late," she finished.
"Mom, how did you...how did you get her? You haven't trained in years,"
"I have my ways Anna," Sydney spoke quietly, releasing her daughter enough to look at her, "Are you alright?" she asked, to which Anna quickly nodded. Sydney in turn looked to Taryn and Sark, and asked them the same question, to which they gave the same answer.
Sydney released Anna and turned to the Rambaldi device. She sighed at its appearance; its utter destruction. This was the device that had plagued her life, and now, it seemed almost ironic that it had been destroyed in mere moments by her oldest daughter. She glanced back to Melina's dead form, and anger and sadness rushed through her body all at once.
Anger, because this woman had threatened the well-being of her children. Had just killed her husband. Oh God. Eric. How was she going to do this without him?
Sadness, because this woman had been her own flesh and blood. This connection, this resemblance of DNA left Sydney in a depression she could not describe. Her sister would never have the change for absolution, would never have the chance to know Sydney, or to know Taryn. But, she had threatened Anna...and nobody threatened her little girl.
She looked over to Taryn, who was feeling the same emotions. The dead woman before her had been truly evil, but had also been the woman who had given birth to her. This fact caused more confusion, more guilt than this young woman could bear. Soon she was sobbing, and Sark, because of his immediate paternal instinct, grabbed onto her and held her. Anna and Sydney looked on as Taryn tried to resist his grasp, but finally conceded to it, and sunk to the floor.
After moments of shoulder-shaking sobs, she looked up to her mother, as Sark continued to stroke her hair.
"Mom," she spoke quietly, "Is dad alright?"
Sydney hesitated. She could tell by the look in Taryn's eyes, that she already knew the answer. Instead of vocalizing the answer, Sydney only shook her head no. Taryn's eyes welled up again, and her tears resumed. Sark looked up at Sydney, and as he continued to stroke Taryn's hair, Anna embraced her mother. Not an eye was dry as the stresses and the loss of the day weighed heavily on their hearts.