Chapter 1
(8 years before)
Sydney sat at the edge of the grass with her feet dangling in the lake of the privet resort she was at. After she was cleared of all charges of being a double agent (beginning of season 3 finale). Sydney figured that Dixon had sent her away because he knew she knew about the papers her dad had held in Wittenberg. She was given a week off so she chose someplace far away from her job just to think and reevaluate her life.
Sydney frowned secretly to herself, she was in paradise. There were no people, except for Micheal who was lightly snoring next to her, anything she needed was in the cottage seventy feet away from where she sat, and she had free time on her hand. It was the first opportunity for her to have fun in months, she and Micheal could go to the movies, go play ice hockey, or lay out on the beach. Sydney couldn't enjoy herself though, she kept thinking about the documents in the security box.
Sydney had to find this mystery woman. Jack's translations were not complete, but somehow this woman would come into contact with Nadia. Was this woman dangerous? Who could tell at this point. All Sydney knew for sure is that this mystery woman would be the last link in Rambaldi's prophecy. If this woman was with the CIA then all this Rambaldi nonsense could be ended soon. But if the woman was with the Rambaldi extremist, whatever they were calling themselves this week, all of this would linger on and on and on, like the never ending cycle of life.
What if the mystery woman was her Aunt Katya? All the other Derevko women still alive today were mentioned in the prophecy, Irina, Sydney, and Nadia. If Katya was the last link then the extremist and the CIA were at a standpoint. Katya hadn't woken up since the night she betrayed Sydney, that was the same night Lauren died. Sydney turned to look tenderly at Micheal. He was sleeping peacefully on his back. Sydney couldn't help but to smile, in all of this nonsense he had stuck by her.
(Scene change)
Nadia and Arvin drove by car at midnight alternating between sleeping and driving. The two were about four hours away from Rambaldi's sphere. They had taken a car from L.A. to Carson City, Nevada, a bus from Carson City to Arkansas, another bus from Arkansas to New York City, a plane from New York to London, a cruise line from London to Singapore, and a plane from Singapore to Tokyo. Now the two were heading to Kyoto. They were looking for the temple in which the sphere was buried under.
"We should stop here and stock up. We can stay at the hotel to your right." Nadia broke the silence.
"We don't need to stop, we need to get the sphere before the Sark gets to it first." Sloane replied.
"I told you," Nadia responded irritated, "He and his little gal pal are looking in Antarctica."
Reluctantly, Sloane saw the logic in Nadia words and pulled over. They had pulled over at a little rest stop on the highway. Nadia refilled the gas tank, while Sloane bought food at the nearest 24-hour convenience store. Being back in Japan gave him chills and made him overly cautious. The last time he was here, Sydney had drugged him only to hand him over to Sark. Fortunately, Sark had spared his life.
Nadia and Sloane got one suite each and headed to sleep. The next morning around ten, the two headed toward Kyoto.
"Follow my lead." Nadia told Sloane as they entered the temple.
"Hello, I'm Shalini, and this is my father Shippo. We were considering becoming Buddhists." Nadia replied to the Buddhist priest (I'm not sure if the Buddhist holy people are called priests).
"My sister-in-law told me about this temple a year before she died so I wanted to check it out for myself." Sloane added.
"Well all people all welcome to this temple," the priest replied warm-heartedly as he lead them into the temple.
"Oh!" Sloane gasped as he seized his stomach in pain, " Do you have a restroom?"
"Sure, back outside, and around to the back." the priest replied.
"Thank you, go on with the tour, I wont be long." With that Sloane raced out of the temple. Once outside Sloane pulled out a GPS from his jacket pocket. He hoped that Nadia's coordination's were correct. After all, he thought to himself, she hadn't quite finish it when Sydney had come along. In a way he was thankful Sydney had come along because Slone had found himself against up against two armed people half his age. Although Nadia was an agent also, the drug used to figure out where the sphere was had her incapacitated.
Sloane started to dig under the protection of trees next to the restrooms. He had to work quickly, the tour would only last as long as an hour if so long, at most. By the time he reached five feet he saw a bright blue, basketball sized sphere that he fished out. He quickly covered the hole up, placed the sphere in a bag that he put into the trunk, and he headed back to the temple just as Nadia's tour had finally ended.
"Sorry, I took longer in the bathroom than I had anticipated." Sloane apologized.
"That's okay, but it is a shame you missed the tour. This place is so peaceful, and friendly." Nadia answered.
"We'll we had better be going Shalini." Sloane replied. With that Nadia and Sloane drove back to the heart of Tokyo.
They rented two side-by-side suites again. They waited until it was dark out to close the blinds and to check for bugs.
Sloane pulled out the sphere and handed it to Nadia. Nadia held it in her hands for a while until Sloane told her to break it open.
Nadia found and ice bucket and smashed the sphere open. A cool blue liquid erupted from the broken half of the sphere and spilled into a bucket Sloane had placed onto the ground. Once all the liquid had been poured out of the sphere Nadia noticed a blue sheet of paper still in the sphere. She opened it, read the name, then handed it to Sloane.
Sloane read the piece of paper, "Well I'll be damned."