Chapter 3
After Sydney had learned the truth about her life that night in Wittenberg, the CIA scoured the earth trying to find Nadia and Sloane. After months of intense searching, the CIA found two bodies off the coast of Maine. The dental records showed that the bodies were those of Nadia and Arvin Sloane.
Of course, Sydney and Jack were convinced that Nadia and Sloane were still alive, but Nadia and Sloane were still looking to complete Rambaldi's prophecy, so Jack and Sydney were bound to run into them. Eight years had gone by, and neither Sydney nor Jack had any indication of Sloane and Nadia being alive.
It may have been easy for Sydney to pretend to forget all about it, but not knowing whatever happened to Sloane and especially Nadia ate at her every night. It haunted her dreams, and never her left her when she was alone.
Sydney didn't trust Sloane now that he was out on the loose, but loosing her sister is what really got to her. As Sydney sat at her desk in the CIA office thinking about her sister for the umpteenth time Micheal appeared out of the conference room, "Penny for your thoughts?"
"I'm just daydreaming." Syd lied. With that the couple headed to the CIA plane that was headed to Milan to Rambaldi's summer home.
Sydney had a pleated red mid-thigh length skirt, with a dark red shirt with long sleeves. Micheal had on khaki pants and a dark blue shirt.
The two headed up to the Rambaldi estate to meet with the realtor. The Rambaldi manor was small and simple, but the manner made up for it by its scenery. Sydney decided that she would come back here one day just to visit. After this Rambaldi mess was over with the CIA might turn this home into a safe house.
The Rambaldi manor had flowers of all shapes and sizes. The walkway to the house was designed with tiny pebbles. The porch around the house had an early terra-cotta design to it, and the inside had a lot more room than one would believe if one had never been inside the house.
"The clue is suppose to be in the master bedroom under the floor board." Vaughn said once they were alone. They had bought the place for the CIA as a safe house and were now in the process of finding a clue that was suppose to help them find the mystery woman.
Syd and Micheal had spent all night disassembling the floor board in the master bedroom only to find nothing.
"I don't understand," exclaimed a breathless Micheal.
"Maybe this isn't the original master bedroom." Syd chimed in. She hated the idea of destroying such a beautiful house, and she could barely keep her eyes open, but if she didn't get started now, she feared the Rambaldi madness would never end. After all Sloane spent the better portion of his life trying figure it out and look where it got him, nowhere.
"Let's try the room down stairs directly below this one." Micheal suggested. They stood in the room for a while enjoying the quiet while catching their breath.
As they reached the room on the first floor, Syd suggested, " Lets start by the bed." The two moved the bed and a couple of floor boards.
I think I found it Syd called as she peered into a hole that looked deep enough for her to climb into.
Micheal handed her a flashlight. Sydney came out of the hole five minuets later with a box covered with dirt.
The next day the two headed to a plane that took them back to Los Angeles.
Once there Marshal translated the writing on the scroll inside the box. Everyone was sitting at the conference table as Marshal began to talk:
"Most of it we all ready know, but there is a reference that the prophecy, the pathogen, and a man referred to as the prophecy's enemy will bring forth the woman who will win the war for whichever side she is allied with. If we are correct, Sydney is the prophecy, Nadia is the pathogen, but who is the prophecy's enemy?"
Sydney studied the table as she felt all the eyes in the room turn to look at her. She could think of only one man right now whom she considered an enemy and a threat, "Arvin Sloane."