"The agent who stole the chips for the machine is from the CIA." he said in his distinct accent. Fourteen years put some age on him, but his demeanor never changed. He was no longer the "younger man", he was now the advisor. The younger man raised his eyebrow at the statement.
"Really? And would this agent happen to be female?"
"From the surveillance we've received, looks like it. She's beaten us to every location of the chips."
"Strange, I've heard that the exact same chips are out on the black market. If these are the same ones we need, we won't have to go through the trouble of stealing them back from the CIA."
"It could be a trap. For all we know, this is just a set up to get you."
"I'm willing to risk it."
"Sir, if I may, may I go and check this tip off?"
"No Sark. I want to do it. This project is something I've been working on for years, everything that involves it must be under my eye."
"Of course."
"Make contact."
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It was a very rare thing that Mira wasn't at work. Which was why she was just laying around her apartment, absolutely bored out of her mind. She didn't make many friends in high school, and she didn't go to college. Well, she tried, but those were only night classes, and those didn't work either. It was at this moment that Mira realized that Riley was right. She had been driven by revenge, and was over-involved with her job. Mira knew that not even her parents threw themselves into their job like this. They had a life completely separate. She remembered her Uncle Will telling her how hard her mom fought to keep a sense of normality in her life. Marrying a CIA agent didn't help much, either. But she knew that her parents loved each other regardless of their occupations. She finally came to a decision. She decided that this op would be her last. Putting a Sloane away would be the last thing she would do, and the last CIA connection she'd have with her parents. Suddenly, her phone rang.
"Hello?!" she nearly jumped.
The voice on the other line laughed a little, "Hey, don't be so jumpy." It was Riley.
"Sorry, I've been bored all day. What's up?"
"Well, pack your bags and get down here. Kenneth made contact."
"Are you kidding?! He bit that fast?!"
"Safe to assume," he replied.
"Alright, I'll be there in a few minutes."
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"It wasn't Kenneth Sloane who made contact," Jack told Mira when she came in.
"Well, who was it?" she asked.
"It was his advisor, Sark."
"Sark?" her eyes widened. "The same Sark who-"
Jack cut her off. "Yes."
"What are you talking about?" Riley asked.
"He was involved in the murder of my parents. But, no one knew he was, so he was never caught." Mira said [almost] emotionless.
"Sark made contact from Madrid, and it looks like that's where they're staying put til they get the chips." Jack informed.
"So, where exactly are we supposed to meet Kenneth and Sark?"
"Kenneth wants to make this a private deal, so it will be at a warehouse. Sark and a few of his men will come and get you in the marketplace nearby." Jack explained.
"Agent Riley will go with you to ensure the switch, and he`ll cue the men we've got stationed there to move in." Kendall said. Mira couldn't believe it. She was a mere few days away from freedom.
"How will Sark know its me?"
"You'll be wearing a pair of earrings that have the sign of Rambaldi." Kendall told her.
"When do we leave?" she asked.
"Tonight at 8pm."
Jack faced his granddaughter. "Good luck." he whispered and kissed her on the forehead.
"Thanks," she smiled. He gave his granddaughter one more look, and followed Kendall.
"Looks like you're finally getting a shot at a Sloane of your own," Riley teased.
She sighed, "My closure and then I can move on."
"What do you mean?"
"After this op, I'm leaving the CIA."
"Why?"
"Well, I've been doing some thinking," she started. "And, I realized that I'm becoming this person with absolutely no life. Right out of high school, and into the CIA. I need more than just travelling from country to country, city to city, and being a different person everytime. I just want to be me, before I completely lose my identity."
"My life shouldn't revolve around my job. And, I've got you, Riley, to thank for helping me realize that."
"I helped you realize all that?" he asked, a little surprised.
"Yeah, you did. Thank you." she smiled at him, and gave him a hug. "See you in Madrid."
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"So how does it feel to know that you're on your last op for the CIA?" Riley asked her through her com-link.
"Knowing that the world will be rid of Sloane's...pretty damn good."
"Psst, hey kids, see Sark coming?" asked Mira's Uncle Weiss. Weiss was usually put in charge of Mira's op's, and always made sure that his goddaughter was safe.
"No one yet, Uncle Weiss," Mira said. She was walking through the marketplace, where people were buzzing around, and it was hard for her to get through. Once or twice along the way, she passed Riley, who was casually standing by a veggie stand.
"Tell me, did Sark happen to GIVE A TIME as to when he'd like to meet?" she asked, beginning to get a little frustrated.
"Knowing Sark, he meets on his his OWN time." Weiss replied.
"Great, a guy who has his OWN clock."
"Not too many of those around nowadays, huh?" Riley thew in.
"Tell me about it," she replied. Weiss soon spotted a blonde haired man, approaching her from behind. "Mira, heads up, here comes Sark and his posse. Riley, be on alert."
Mira pretended to look through a fruit stand.
"Do you have it?" Sark asked. She nodded.
"Follow me, please." Mira followed Sark, and was squeezed between a few other men, who were probably Sark's bodyguards.
"Really? And would this agent happen to be female?"
"From the surveillance we've received, looks like it. She's beaten us to every location of the chips."
"Strange, I've heard that the exact same chips are out on the black market. If these are the same ones we need, we won't have to go through the trouble of stealing them back from the CIA."
"It could be a trap. For all we know, this is just a set up to get you."
"I'm willing to risk it."
"Sir, if I may, may I go and check this tip off?"
"No Sark. I want to do it. This project is something I've been working on for years, everything that involves it must be under my eye."
"Of course."
"Make contact."
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It was a very rare thing that Mira wasn't at work. Which was why she was just laying around her apartment, absolutely bored out of her mind. She didn't make many friends in high school, and she didn't go to college. Well, she tried, but those were only night classes, and those didn't work either. It was at this moment that Mira realized that Riley was right. She had been driven by revenge, and was over-involved with her job. Mira knew that not even her parents threw themselves into their job like this. They had a life completely separate. She remembered her Uncle Will telling her how hard her mom fought to keep a sense of normality in her life. Marrying a CIA agent didn't help much, either. But she knew that her parents loved each other regardless of their occupations. She finally came to a decision. She decided that this op would be her last. Putting a Sloane away would be the last thing she would do, and the last CIA connection she'd have with her parents. Suddenly, her phone rang.
"Hello?!" she nearly jumped.
The voice on the other line laughed a little, "Hey, don't be so jumpy." It was Riley.
"Sorry, I've been bored all day. What's up?"
"Well, pack your bags and get down here. Kenneth made contact."
"Are you kidding?! He bit that fast?!"
"Safe to assume," he replied.
"Alright, I'll be there in a few minutes."
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"It wasn't Kenneth Sloane who made contact," Jack told Mira when she came in.
"Well, who was it?" she asked.
"It was his advisor, Sark."
"Sark?" her eyes widened. "The same Sark who-"
Jack cut her off. "Yes."
"What are you talking about?" Riley asked.
"He was involved in the murder of my parents. But, no one knew he was, so he was never caught." Mira said [almost] emotionless.
"Sark made contact from Madrid, and it looks like that's where they're staying put til they get the chips." Jack informed.
"So, where exactly are we supposed to meet Kenneth and Sark?"
"Kenneth wants to make this a private deal, so it will be at a warehouse. Sark and a few of his men will come and get you in the marketplace nearby." Jack explained.
"Agent Riley will go with you to ensure the switch, and he`ll cue the men we've got stationed there to move in." Kendall said. Mira couldn't believe it. She was a mere few days away from freedom.
"How will Sark know its me?"
"You'll be wearing a pair of earrings that have the sign of Rambaldi." Kendall told her.
"When do we leave?" she asked.
"Tonight at 8pm."
Jack faced his granddaughter. "Good luck." he whispered and kissed her on the forehead.
"Thanks," she smiled. He gave his granddaughter one more look, and followed Kendall.
"Looks like you're finally getting a shot at a Sloane of your own," Riley teased.
She sighed, "My closure and then I can move on."
"What do you mean?"
"After this op, I'm leaving the CIA."
"Why?"
"Well, I've been doing some thinking," she started. "And, I realized that I'm becoming this person with absolutely no life. Right out of high school, and into the CIA. I need more than just travelling from country to country, city to city, and being a different person everytime. I just want to be me, before I completely lose my identity."
"My life shouldn't revolve around my job. And, I've got you, Riley, to thank for helping me realize that."
"I helped you realize all that?" he asked, a little surprised.
"Yeah, you did. Thank you." she smiled at him, and gave him a hug. "See you in Madrid."
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"So how does it feel to know that you're on your last op for the CIA?" Riley asked her through her com-link.
"Knowing that the world will be rid of Sloane's...pretty damn good."
"Psst, hey kids, see Sark coming?" asked Mira's Uncle Weiss. Weiss was usually put in charge of Mira's op's, and always made sure that his goddaughter was safe.
"No one yet, Uncle Weiss," Mira said. She was walking through the marketplace, where people were buzzing around, and it was hard for her to get through. Once or twice along the way, she passed Riley, who was casually standing by a veggie stand.
"Tell me, did Sark happen to GIVE A TIME as to when he'd like to meet?" she asked, beginning to get a little frustrated.
"Knowing Sark, he meets on his his OWN time." Weiss replied.
"Great, a guy who has his OWN clock."
"Not too many of those around nowadays, huh?" Riley thew in.
"Tell me about it," she replied. Weiss soon spotted a blonde haired man, approaching her from behind. "Mira, heads up, here comes Sark and his posse. Riley, be on alert."
Mira pretended to look through a fruit stand.
"Do you have it?" Sark asked. She nodded.
"Follow me, please." Mira followed Sark, and was squeezed between a few other men, who were probably Sark's bodyguards.