Chapter 8
On the plane ride to Alaska, Jarod opened the laptop that Irina Derevko had left for him in that apartment. Now was as good a time as any, to begin finding out about his new aunt, and his mother. Besides, it might take his mind off of Parker, Abigail and Ethan.
He really had no way of knowing whether Ethan and Abigail had arrived at the pre-arranged spot or not. He just had to trust that they were alright. And he had more faith that his brother and daughter were safe, than the woman he loved.
Jarod tried not to think of Parker, and how scared she had to have been, walking back into the New Centre, if she had already. Ms. Parker put on a tough act, but the one thing he sensed, was that the idea of marrying Arvin Sloane terrified her. He knew it when she first told him about his crude proposal, that night in the barn.
Jarod looked around the airplane. This flight was noisier than most. There were a lot of kids, which reminded him of Abby. He had a daughter. And maybe, just maybe, he might get the chance to raise her. He shook his head. He couldn't think like that. He WAS going to raise Abby...him and Ms. Parker.
Jarod turned on the laptop and plugged in some earphones. He wanted to marry Ms. Parker, but he was concerned as to how she would accept his proposal. For he suspected that one of the reasons she found Arvin Sloan's proposal so distasteful, was because of the chance that she may lose her independence. Jarod smiled. That was why he was the only husband for her. He knew her. He knew when she needed her space. And, he knew she would be a good mother to their daughter, despite her reservations, and he knew Parker had some.
Jarod then focused on the laptop. There were only two icons that came up. Windows, and one that showed there was a CD-Rom already in the computer. It was labeled 'Aunt Irene'. Jarod smiled again, despite himself. Irina Derevko hardly seemed like an 'Aunt Irene'.
He clicked onto the CD-ROM, and soon found he was glad he had plugged in headphones. What he was looking at was something similar to his own DSA's. It appeared to be video of Irina Derevko and his mother. They were both young, maybe late teens or early twenties. They were standing before a desk, looking very unsure.
A man dressed in a Russian General's outfit, stood up, although his image was somewhat shadowy. He then threw down two folders, pushing one towards Irina, and the other towards Jarod's mother.
Jarod glanced over at the person sitting next to him. It was some woman and she was asleep. Her mouth was open and she appeared to be snoring. Jarod looked back at the screen.
He could see that the folders had pictures of two men in them. The one Derevko had, had a picture of a man named Jack Bristow in it. Jarod squinted. Jack Bristow? Derevko's daughter's name was Sidney Bristow. His first cousin.
Jarod then stared at the picture in the folder his mother had been given. That was his father...Major Charles! Jarod squinted at his mother, as she picked up the file and stared into it. What was going on here? What was this he was looking at?
Jarod stopped the show, turned off the computer and abruptly put the laptop away. The rustling woke the snoring woman next to him.
'I'm sorry.' Jarod said. 'I didn't mean to wake you.'
The woman did not reply, but gave him the evil eye, before closing both eyes again. Soon, she was snoring. But the noise didn't bother Jarod, as he pondered what he had just witnessed, and why he could not watch anymore of it.
Jack Bristow and his own father, appeared to be assignments of some sort. Jarod took a deep breath. Somehow, he had always thought his own parents had just met and fell in love, in some romantic way. What he saw on that screen just now, blew his theory to hell and back.
Jarod leaned back in his seat. He would watch the rest of it when he got to Alaska. Jarod was also going to call Sydney. He needed to talk to Derevko, and find out if Ms. Parker was back within the confines of the New Centre.
****
Mr. Lyle was getting more and more furious, as the sweepers he sent after Agent Bristow and Sydney, didn't answer their phones! Something was wrong!
A Centre secretary buzzed him. Lyle blew out a breath and acknowledged her.
'Yes?'
'Mr. Lyle, an 'employee' that was driving by your home, claimed that all of your furniture is out on the front lawn. It was suggested that you might want to take a sweeper team home and find out what was going on.'
Lyle sat straight up! His sister was back, that was what was going on! Who else would've thrown his furniture out into the elements? Who else would've cared? That and it was the kind of thing a woman would do, specifically one as bitchy as his sister!
He thanked the secretary, then got on the phone and told a sweeper team to meet him in the lobby. They were heading home to pick up his sister! Finally! Now he could redeem himself in Arvin Sloane's eyes!
****
Ms. Parker, dressed in a black, leather two piece suit, with the skirt about as short as the law allowed, walked into the New Centre's front lobby. As usual, she was one step ahead of her brother.
She knew he had to know, about what she had done with all of his crappy furniture, with the African motif. Good. The fact that that murdering SOB would dare to live in the house that had meant so much to her childhood, made her want to vomit and then some! Ms. Parker stood in the center of the Centre lobby, as Lyle, a sweeper team and...Arvin Sloane, came running towards her from down a set of stairs. Lyle smiled, and pointed a gun right at her.
'Hello, sis. Welcome home.'
'Lyle!' Arvin said sharply, 'put the gun away.'
Lyle took a deep breath, then put his gun away, as did the sweepers. He had forgotten that Sloane was sweet on his sister.
Arvin walked up to Ms. Parker and picked up her hand. She allowed this, and tried to ignore the feeling of a thousand spiders touching her hand, as Sloane kissed it. She pulled her hand back a bit too quickly, then pulled out a cigarette. She lit it, put it to her lips, inhaled deeply, before blowing the smoke in Sloane's face. He smiled. Her bitchiness just served to excite him all the more!
'Ms. Parker, why don't we go up to my office and talk?' he suggested, looking her up and down.
Ms. Parker smiled coldly at him.
'That's why I'm here.' she answered, and began to walk beside Sloane. Lyle's voice stopped her.
'I don't suppose you know where Jarod is, do you, sis?'
Ms. Parker stopped and turned around. Sloane touched her arm.
'Never mind Lyle, dear. He's just under stress. It killed him that he might not be able to give you away at our wedding.'
Ms. Parker coughed at the visual image that conjured up. But she turned and smiled down at Sloane, who was a good foot shorter than she was.
'I had amnesia, as you well know. I haven't smoked in oh so long.'
'Yes, I was aware of it. By the way, that doctor you were married to, will pull through.' Sloane said, giving Lyle a nasty glance.
Now, Ms. Parker was at a total loss.
'I didn't know anything had happened to him. Then again, why should I be surprised?' she asked, looking again, at Lyle. He smiled teasingly.
'Oh well, you win some, you lose some. Have to say sis, your amnesia must have been a whopper, since not only did you lose your memory, but your mind. You could've done better than some one armed doctor!'
Ms. Parker raised a brow. Her husband had had one arm? Yikes!
Sloane linked his arm with Ms. Parker's.
'We can talk about all of that later. Let's go to my office, shall we?'
Ms. Parker tried not to stiffen at this man's arm or any other body part, touching hers. Together, they walked to an elevator and got on. Ms. Parker gave Lyle one last dirty look, before the doors closed. Lyle waved cutely at her.
Once the doors shut, Lyle looked at the sweepers.
'Let's find out what's become of Agent Bristow and Sydney.'
****
Sidney Bristow and Michael Vaughn walked out of a screening room. Sidney shook her head in confusion.
'There is nothing on those DSA's, that was worth my mother stealing them from Sydney's office.'
Vaughn looked over through the glass, to where Sydney was sitting in an interrogation room.
'Yeah, but I still don't think those DSA's are about an old man getting his kicks off of some porn.'
Sidney crossed her arms.
'I didn't think that was porn. It was about young love.'
'Yeah..okay, Sid!'
Sidney reached up and kissed him quickly. Their guise was almost over. Her letting Sloane and this new organization, The Centre, hold her prisoner, fake her death, so that most people at the CIA that were under a certain clearance number, would think she was dead.
Sydney was a kind man, with a gorgeous accent. He had not wanted to drug or brainwash her. But, the more Sidney got to know him, the more she realized that him, Broots and many others there, were just as much prisoners there, than the children they exploited.
One of the worst parts of this whole mission, was pretending to be so brainwashed, that she didn't notice her mother's part in this whole thing. Yet, she wasn't quite sure what to make of Irina Derevko. She had helped Jarod, Ms. Parker and their baby get away. But why? What did she want from Jarod?
Killing that Centre Sweeper had been no problem was so ever. Sidney had thought SD-6, the rogue organization under Arvin Sloane, she had helped bring down years ago, was about as bad as one could get. But this New Centre, was pretty up there as well.
'Let me go in and talk with Sydney?' Agent Bristow suggested. Vaughn nodded.
'Okay, but we don't have much longer. He's going to have to be taken into hiding, so that Mr. Lyle and company believe he is dead.'
Sidney nodded, not relishing even having a conversation with Mr. Lyle. What a creep!
Sidney turned and opened the interrogation room. She closed the door behind her and sat down next to Sydney.
'Sydney, we watched the DSA's...'
'And now you think I'm some pathetic old man, who gets his jollies watching those DSA's, right?'
Sidney stared into his eyes.
'No, Sydney. I don't. I get the feeling you hid those to protect Jarod and Ms. Parker. But why? Did they not know they were being filmed?'
Sydney cleared his throat.
'What you saw, was footage of Jarod and Ms. Parker, when they were both about 17 years old. Neither Ms. Parker, nor Jarod, would remember what was on those DSA's.'
Sidney tilted her head.
'They wouldn't?'
Sydney leaned forward.
'Because of the drug, Agent Bristow. The drug that didn't work on you. I suspect it was used on Ms. Parker the night of her accident a year ago. It was also used on her and Jarod, shortly after her father found out that she and Jarod, were having sexual relations in his room. I know, because I was the one asked to administer the drugs.'
Sidney's mouth dropped open! The DSA's had shown a burgeoning love, at least to her. A young Ms. Parker, with long hair, sneaking into Jarod's room(the one he lived in before he escaped) after school. It was apparent from what Sidney had seen, that Ms. Parker knew a little more about sex than Jarod did, but since Ms. Parker visited him there daily, one also could see that Jarod improved with practice, and there was plenty of it!
'Jarod,' Sydney continued, interrupting her thoughts, 'assumed he had never had sex before, when he finally escaped The Centre. And Ms. Parker didn't remember sleeping with him either, or having his baby.'
Sidney stood up, her eyes widened.
'What baby?'
Sydney looked into her eyes.
'The CIA is interested in the 'Gemini Project' correct? The cloning that was going on? What neither Jarod, nor Ms. Parker knows, no thanks to that drug, is that once the two of them were found out, Mr. Parker sent his daughter away to school, only to have her come back here, months later, pregnant. Jarod never even knew she was in the facility.'
'She gave birth in the Centre?' Sidney asked, thinking that was the last place in the world she'd want to have a baby in!
'That baby...when he was finally discovered years later, was presented to Jarod and Ms. Parker as a clone of Jarod. But he really was their son. Kept from them and trained to be a Pretender, just like his father.'
Sidney closed her eyes, thinking she was going to be sick! But, she opened them again. So, Ms. Parker and Jarod now had two children!
'Sydney, we're planning on rescuing every child in the New Centre and bringing down Arvin Sloane. We need to investigate the cloning and the clones that were created.'
'You need to know for sure that Jarod and Ms. Parker's son is alright, don't you? You need to know that he is not a clone of Jarod?' Sydney asked her.
Sidney looked at him sadly.
'I know this is probably going to ruin your relationship with them, Sydney. But they have to know. Some of the clones have already been used as assassins in other countries...I'm sorry. But we do have to account for that particular boy. Now, you told us earlier that Jarod usually calls you, correct?'
Sydney nodded. Just then, his phone rang. Sidney motioned for him to give her the phone. Sydney looked reluctant.
'Sydney, you are supposed to be dead. If that's Mr. Lyle...'
'If it's Jarod, and someone else answers this phone, you will never hear from him again!'
There was a stand off, as the two of them stared at one another. Finally, he handed her the phone. Sidney answered it.
'This is Sidney.' she answered.
'Funny,' Jarod said, about to hang up, 'you don't sound like him.'
Sidney eyed Sydney.
'Jarod? Jarod, don't hang up! This is Agent Sidney Bristow with the CIA. We would really like your help in bringing down the Centre.'
Jarod didn't know what to think of those words.
'Why do you have Sydney's phone then?'
Sidney began walking around the room.
'Because we had to bring him in, that's why. Sydney is safe now. Ms. Parker, and you, are not.'
'I need to talk to your mother, Agent Bristow. She's the only one that can help me with Ms. Parker.'
'I can help you, Jarod.'
'I heard you had been brainwashed.'
Sidney rubbed her forehead. This guy was giving her a headache!
'Fine, Jarod. Let's meet. I will follow whatever wild goose chase you put me through, just to prove that you can trust me, and the CIA. So, are you game?'
Jarod sighed. The CIA. Was it possible that that God awful place was finally going to be brought to it's knees? He answered her.
'I'm game. Here's what I want you to do.'
On the plane ride to Alaska, Jarod opened the laptop that Irina Derevko had left for him in that apartment. Now was as good a time as any, to begin finding out about his new aunt, and his mother. Besides, it might take his mind off of Parker, Abigail and Ethan.
He really had no way of knowing whether Ethan and Abigail had arrived at the pre-arranged spot or not. He just had to trust that they were alright. And he had more faith that his brother and daughter were safe, than the woman he loved.
Jarod tried not to think of Parker, and how scared she had to have been, walking back into the New Centre, if she had already. Ms. Parker put on a tough act, but the one thing he sensed, was that the idea of marrying Arvin Sloane terrified her. He knew it when she first told him about his crude proposal, that night in the barn.
Jarod looked around the airplane. This flight was noisier than most. There were a lot of kids, which reminded him of Abby. He had a daughter. And maybe, just maybe, he might get the chance to raise her. He shook his head. He couldn't think like that. He WAS going to raise Abby...him and Ms. Parker.
Jarod turned on the laptop and plugged in some earphones. He wanted to marry Ms. Parker, but he was concerned as to how she would accept his proposal. For he suspected that one of the reasons she found Arvin Sloan's proposal so distasteful, was because of the chance that she may lose her independence. Jarod smiled. That was why he was the only husband for her. He knew her. He knew when she needed her space. And, he knew she would be a good mother to their daughter, despite her reservations, and he knew Parker had some.
Jarod then focused on the laptop. There were only two icons that came up. Windows, and one that showed there was a CD-Rom already in the computer. It was labeled 'Aunt Irene'. Jarod smiled again, despite himself. Irina Derevko hardly seemed like an 'Aunt Irene'.
He clicked onto the CD-ROM, and soon found he was glad he had plugged in headphones. What he was looking at was something similar to his own DSA's. It appeared to be video of Irina Derevko and his mother. They were both young, maybe late teens or early twenties. They were standing before a desk, looking very unsure.
A man dressed in a Russian General's outfit, stood up, although his image was somewhat shadowy. He then threw down two folders, pushing one towards Irina, and the other towards Jarod's mother.
Jarod glanced over at the person sitting next to him. It was some woman and she was asleep. Her mouth was open and she appeared to be snoring. Jarod looked back at the screen.
He could see that the folders had pictures of two men in them. The one Derevko had, had a picture of a man named Jack Bristow in it. Jarod squinted. Jack Bristow? Derevko's daughter's name was Sidney Bristow. His first cousin.
Jarod then stared at the picture in the folder his mother had been given. That was his father...Major Charles! Jarod squinted at his mother, as she picked up the file and stared into it. What was going on here? What was this he was looking at?
Jarod stopped the show, turned off the computer and abruptly put the laptop away. The rustling woke the snoring woman next to him.
'I'm sorry.' Jarod said. 'I didn't mean to wake you.'
The woman did not reply, but gave him the evil eye, before closing both eyes again. Soon, she was snoring. But the noise didn't bother Jarod, as he pondered what he had just witnessed, and why he could not watch anymore of it.
Jack Bristow and his own father, appeared to be assignments of some sort. Jarod took a deep breath. Somehow, he had always thought his own parents had just met and fell in love, in some romantic way. What he saw on that screen just now, blew his theory to hell and back.
Jarod leaned back in his seat. He would watch the rest of it when he got to Alaska. Jarod was also going to call Sydney. He needed to talk to Derevko, and find out if Ms. Parker was back within the confines of the New Centre.
****
Mr. Lyle was getting more and more furious, as the sweepers he sent after Agent Bristow and Sydney, didn't answer their phones! Something was wrong!
A Centre secretary buzzed him. Lyle blew out a breath and acknowledged her.
'Yes?'
'Mr. Lyle, an 'employee' that was driving by your home, claimed that all of your furniture is out on the front lawn. It was suggested that you might want to take a sweeper team home and find out what was going on.'
Lyle sat straight up! His sister was back, that was what was going on! Who else would've thrown his furniture out into the elements? Who else would've cared? That and it was the kind of thing a woman would do, specifically one as bitchy as his sister!
He thanked the secretary, then got on the phone and told a sweeper team to meet him in the lobby. They were heading home to pick up his sister! Finally! Now he could redeem himself in Arvin Sloane's eyes!
****
Ms. Parker, dressed in a black, leather two piece suit, with the skirt about as short as the law allowed, walked into the New Centre's front lobby. As usual, she was one step ahead of her brother.
She knew he had to know, about what she had done with all of his crappy furniture, with the African motif. Good. The fact that that murdering SOB would dare to live in the house that had meant so much to her childhood, made her want to vomit and then some! Ms. Parker stood in the center of the Centre lobby, as Lyle, a sweeper team and...Arvin Sloane, came running towards her from down a set of stairs. Lyle smiled, and pointed a gun right at her.
'Hello, sis. Welcome home.'
'Lyle!' Arvin said sharply, 'put the gun away.'
Lyle took a deep breath, then put his gun away, as did the sweepers. He had forgotten that Sloane was sweet on his sister.
Arvin walked up to Ms. Parker and picked up her hand. She allowed this, and tried to ignore the feeling of a thousand spiders touching her hand, as Sloane kissed it. She pulled her hand back a bit too quickly, then pulled out a cigarette. She lit it, put it to her lips, inhaled deeply, before blowing the smoke in Sloane's face. He smiled. Her bitchiness just served to excite him all the more!
'Ms. Parker, why don't we go up to my office and talk?' he suggested, looking her up and down.
Ms. Parker smiled coldly at him.
'That's why I'm here.' she answered, and began to walk beside Sloane. Lyle's voice stopped her.
'I don't suppose you know where Jarod is, do you, sis?'
Ms. Parker stopped and turned around. Sloane touched her arm.
'Never mind Lyle, dear. He's just under stress. It killed him that he might not be able to give you away at our wedding.'
Ms. Parker coughed at the visual image that conjured up. But she turned and smiled down at Sloane, who was a good foot shorter than she was.
'I had amnesia, as you well know. I haven't smoked in oh so long.'
'Yes, I was aware of it. By the way, that doctor you were married to, will pull through.' Sloane said, giving Lyle a nasty glance.
Now, Ms. Parker was at a total loss.
'I didn't know anything had happened to him. Then again, why should I be surprised?' she asked, looking again, at Lyle. He smiled teasingly.
'Oh well, you win some, you lose some. Have to say sis, your amnesia must have been a whopper, since not only did you lose your memory, but your mind. You could've done better than some one armed doctor!'
Ms. Parker raised a brow. Her husband had had one arm? Yikes!
Sloane linked his arm with Ms. Parker's.
'We can talk about all of that later. Let's go to my office, shall we?'
Ms. Parker tried not to stiffen at this man's arm or any other body part, touching hers. Together, they walked to an elevator and got on. Ms. Parker gave Lyle one last dirty look, before the doors closed. Lyle waved cutely at her.
Once the doors shut, Lyle looked at the sweepers.
'Let's find out what's become of Agent Bristow and Sydney.'
****
Sidney Bristow and Michael Vaughn walked out of a screening room. Sidney shook her head in confusion.
'There is nothing on those DSA's, that was worth my mother stealing them from Sydney's office.'
Vaughn looked over through the glass, to where Sydney was sitting in an interrogation room.
'Yeah, but I still don't think those DSA's are about an old man getting his kicks off of some porn.'
Sidney crossed her arms.
'I didn't think that was porn. It was about young love.'
'Yeah..okay, Sid!'
Sidney reached up and kissed him quickly. Their guise was almost over. Her letting Sloane and this new organization, The Centre, hold her prisoner, fake her death, so that most people at the CIA that were under a certain clearance number, would think she was dead.
Sydney was a kind man, with a gorgeous accent. He had not wanted to drug or brainwash her. But, the more Sidney got to know him, the more she realized that him, Broots and many others there, were just as much prisoners there, than the children they exploited.
One of the worst parts of this whole mission, was pretending to be so brainwashed, that she didn't notice her mother's part in this whole thing. Yet, she wasn't quite sure what to make of Irina Derevko. She had helped Jarod, Ms. Parker and their baby get away. But why? What did she want from Jarod?
Killing that Centre Sweeper had been no problem was so ever. Sidney had thought SD-6, the rogue organization under Arvin Sloane, she had helped bring down years ago, was about as bad as one could get. But this New Centre, was pretty up there as well.
'Let me go in and talk with Sydney?' Agent Bristow suggested. Vaughn nodded.
'Okay, but we don't have much longer. He's going to have to be taken into hiding, so that Mr. Lyle and company believe he is dead.'
Sidney nodded, not relishing even having a conversation with Mr. Lyle. What a creep!
Sidney turned and opened the interrogation room. She closed the door behind her and sat down next to Sydney.
'Sydney, we watched the DSA's...'
'And now you think I'm some pathetic old man, who gets his jollies watching those DSA's, right?'
Sidney stared into his eyes.
'No, Sydney. I don't. I get the feeling you hid those to protect Jarod and Ms. Parker. But why? Did they not know they were being filmed?'
Sydney cleared his throat.
'What you saw, was footage of Jarod and Ms. Parker, when they were both about 17 years old. Neither Ms. Parker, nor Jarod, would remember what was on those DSA's.'
Sidney tilted her head.
'They wouldn't?'
Sydney leaned forward.
'Because of the drug, Agent Bristow. The drug that didn't work on you. I suspect it was used on Ms. Parker the night of her accident a year ago. It was also used on her and Jarod, shortly after her father found out that she and Jarod, were having sexual relations in his room. I know, because I was the one asked to administer the drugs.'
Sidney's mouth dropped open! The DSA's had shown a burgeoning love, at least to her. A young Ms. Parker, with long hair, sneaking into Jarod's room(the one he lived in before he escaped) after school. It was apparent from what Sidney had seen, that Ms. Parker knew a little more about sex than Jarod did, but since Ms. Parker visited him there daily, one also could see that Jarod improved with practice, and there was plenty of it!
'Jarod,' Sydney continued, interrupting her thoughts, 'assumed he had never had sex before, when he finally escaped The Centre. And Ms. Parker didn't remember sleeping with him either, or having his baby.'
Sidney stood up, her eyes widened.
'What baby?'
Sydney looked into her eyes.
'The CIA is interested in the 'Gemini Project' correct? The cloning that was going on? What neither Jarod, nor Ms. Parker knows, no thanks to that drug, is that once the two of them were found out, Mr. Parker sent his daughter away to school, only to have her come back here, months later, pregnant. Jarod never even knew she was in the facility.'
'She gave birth in the Centre?' Sidney asked, thinking that was the last place in the world she'd want to have a baby in!
'That baby...when he was finally discovered years later, was presented to Jarod and Ms. Parker as a clone of Jarod. But he really was their son. Kept from them and trained to be a Pretender, just like his father.'
Sidney closed her eyes, thinking she was going to be sick! But, she opened them again. So, Ms. Parker and Jarod now had two children!
'Sydney, we're planning on rescuing every child in the New Centre and bringing down Arvin Sloane. We need to investigate the cloning and the clones that were created.'
'You need to know for sure that Jarod and Ms. Parker's son is alright, don't you? You need to know that he is not a clone of Jarod?' Sydney asked her.
Sidney looked at him sadly.
'I know this is probably going to ruin your relationship with them, Sydney. But they have to know. Some of the clones have already been used as assassins in other countries...I'm sorry. But we do have to account for that particular boy. Now, you told us earlier that Jarod usually calls you, correct?'
Sydney nodded. Just then, his phone rang. Sidney motioned for him to give her the phone. Sydney looked reluctant.
'Sydney, you are supposed to be dead. If that's Mr. Lyle...'
'If it's Jarod, and someone else answers this phone, you will never hear from him again!'
There was a stand off, as the two of them stared at one another. Finally, he handed her the phone. Sidney answered it.
'This is Sidney.' she answered.
'Funny,' Jarod said, about to hang up, 'you don't sound like him.'
Sidney eyed Sydney.
'Jarod? Jarod, don't hang up! This is Agent Sidney Bristow with the CIA. We would really like your help in bringing down the Centre.'
Jarod didn't know what to think of those words.
'Why do you have Sydney's phone then?'
Sidney began walking around the room.
'Because we had to bring him in, that's why. Sydney is safe now. Ms. Parker, and you, are not.'
'I need to talk to your mother, Agent Bristow. She's the only one that can help me with Ms. Parker.'
'I can help you, Jarod.'
'I heard you had been brainwashed.'
Sidney rubbed her forehead. This guy was giving her a headache!
'Fine, Jarod. Let's meet. I will follow whatever wild goose chase you put me through, just to prove that you can trust me, and the CIA. So, are you game?'
Jarod sighed. The CIA. Was it possible that that God awful place was finally going to be brought to it's knees? He answered her.
'I'm game. Here's what I want you to do.'