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Sydney walked down the hall, ducking to avoid the gates as they slowly rose. She pounded on the glass, and woke her mother up. "Tell me everything you know about Samantha Daily." She demanded, holding up an old photo of the three-year-old girl. Irina woke, and walked cat like to the glass.
"That's a name that I haven't heard in ages." Irina admitted. "I was wondering when she would come back onto the radar screen.
"What do you know about her? Tell me everything." Sydney demanded.
"That's an old photo of her. It was one of her mother's favorites. She's going to be 18 in the spring."
"Cut to the chase. Why is Sloane and Sark desperately trying to kidnap a kid?"
"You said you wanted everything. I was merely giving it to you."
"What is so special about her? When there is a shooting at a high school, I don't have time to beat around the bush."
"When she was two months old, my organization had developed a new way to store information. We called it the JIP. Jordan Injection Process, named after the inventor Jordan. It was injected into a young child, and then on their 18th birthday, the information would be accessible through regression therapy. I had insisted on using an older child and waiting until they turned 21. I had you in mind when I thought of that. If you knew what the plans were at 18, I'm not sure you could have handled it. But Sam was getting old as it was. After 4 months, the information comes out in nightmares, and it caused eight year olds to commit suicide because of what they saw only in their dreams, but swore was real. It drove them mad. We discovered that before 4 months, they could handle it."
"What happens after they remember the information?"
"I can honestly say I don't know. No one knows what will happen when they uncover the information. Sam would be the first to make it to seventeen. Andrew was our test subject. We hadn't perfected the process yet. Christain's body rejected the injection, and he died days later. Lauren, Samantha's twin also rejected the injection. Kristov, and Steve were the ones that committed suicide so early. Kristina died of a brain tumor last year. Mattai made it until he was 16. But he had the most sensitive information. He and Sam shared the same information. But unfortunately, his identity wasn't as sealed as Samantha's and he was killed. And then there is Jed. He is a full year younger than Sam. Jordan, Caleb, Cyntha, and Jessica are two years younger. So Sam is the first to live long enough for the information to be extracted."
"How many-"
"Over 100. Only 8 made it past 10."
"She won't make it to her birthday which is still three months away if Sark and his goonies keep doing shootings. You said that Samantha had plans. What kind of plans?"
"Sam didn't hold necessarily plans. We called it that. Samantha holds the key within her for a more perfected spy. A more advanced Project Christmas. But we could do this in mass a lot easier, and we thought that it was a guarantee that they would join our forces."
"You say Sam as if you knew her." Sydney spat.
"I raised Sam until she was seven. Her mother had unfortunately been killed for treason when she attempted to run with Sam and Lauren before the injection. I was still aching for you at the time. But as Sam grew, it became very clear that she could not grow up the way that was required of those that had been training with us at that young age. She didn't have the discipline. So, with a little brain washing, we created a little family for her in Montana. I am merely Aunt Irina to her."
Sydney didn't know what else to say. The JIP took Project Christmas in a new and more horrible direction. Instead of saying anything, she just walked off. "Did you catch what she said?" Sydney asked her father and Vaughn. They had been watching the conversation on video monitors.
"We got it." Vaughn answered.
For the first time Sydney could remember, she didn't know what to do. They had never dealt with a teenager who could possibly be a terrorist and didn't know it. Normally they would apprehend the suspect, but Samantha was only 17. Quietly, she asked, "Now what do we do?"
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