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Chapter 9
(present)
Sydney and Alandria were on their way to the Golden Pavilion in Kyoto, Japan. Once they landed, they realized they had chosen the wrong time to come. The Annual Gion Festival was being held in Kyoto, and the streets were crowded with tourists, and citizens. There were floats marvelously adorned with knick-knacks and what-not, and shops selling all kinds of exotic food. It would have been great to stay, but the two carried on. Sydney went down into the lake overlooking the Golden Pavilion in her scuba gear. She searched until she found a vile of blue liquid. There was also a note attached to the vile. It said one thing on it: Himalayas.
"At least it isn't another address," Sydney tried to joke at their situation. Two days later Sydney and Alandria were in the L.A. branch of the CIA, and they were being debriefed.
"Himalayas? What is in the Himalayas that would have anything to do with Rambaldi?" Alandria said in a sort of whiny voice.
"Or maybe the question is who is in the Himalayas that would have anything to do with Rambaldi?" Jack replied. Everyone in the room turned and stared at him as he cleared his throat to begin again, " When SD-6 was still around Arvin Sloane went up to a monastery. He said that there was a man there who had information on Rambaldi. This was after his wife
supposedly died. I'm not exactly sure what Arvin found, or if there was something to be found there at all."
Dixon replied, " Have you analyzed the blue liquid in the vile yet?"
"Yes, the liquid matches the ink that we couldn't read until we put it under UV light. " Marshall said.
"Sydney, Michael, you'll be leaving for the Himalayas in 1 hour. Dismissed." Dixon informed us.
"This feels like a wild goose to me!" Alandria mumbled under her breath. She hadn't counted on Dixon hearing her tetchy comment.
"Alandria, stay back. We need to talk."

(5years)
"What seems to be the problem?" Sark asked in his charming, calm, British accent.
"What do you think?" Alandria yelled cantankerously as she barged into Sark's apartment in the early morn on New Year's Day.
"Come on in, by all means." Sark said after Alandria had already intruded. Sark had hoped to spend today relaxing, but he guessed he wouldn't be doing that now.
"The CIA, that's the problem!" Alandria began to rant as soon as Sark shut his door.
"What is it now?" Sark asked irritably.
"The CIA will only give me desk work! I didn't sign on for this Julian. I can't get the information the Shari needs if the CIA keeps me in the office, I am not a secretary." Alandria yelled.
Julian had just put Nyah down for a nap, and was headed back to the living room where Alandria was ranting and raving like a lunatic. He didn't quiet her down now, his neighbors would surely call the cops.
As he went to put his hand on his shoulder, Alandria hit him with a left hook. Sark was surprised at this for a moment as his face hit the wall, and then Sark came back with a right jab. As Sark got near enough to Alandria to hold her still, she butted Sark in the stomach with her head which Sark keel over for a few seconds. Alandria was a lot stronger than she looked, she knocked the wind right out of Sark. As Alandria came at Sark to give him a Right Cross, his elbow hit her in the chest.
Alandria laid on the ground breathing heavily when Sark picked her up so that he was cradling her in his arms, and carried her over to the couch.
"Relax, if I wanted you dead, you would be," he began, "now, you say that you need help making the transition from desk-jockey to field-worker. What if I set it up so that take down someone who is high up on the CIA's watch list. What about Jonathan Doff. He used to work for me, until he betrayed me and started his own group of Rambaldi loyalist. I was going to personally take care of him, but I think I'll leave him in your capable hands."
Sark left the room and headed for the kitchen, he later came back with enough ice to create a glacier with.
He placed the ice on Alandria's bruises. Alandria looked up into Sark's eyes and completely forgot what she and Sark were fighting about.
Sark then moved close enough to Alandria so that he could see an old cut near her hairline from a mountain-climbing accident a few years back that was the length of the nail on your pinky. He kissed her softly, and her knees began to feel like jelly. It was a warm kiss, the kind that gave you butterflies in your stomach. The kiss would have lasted longer, but Nyah began to cry.
"What was that for?" Alandria could barely speak. She could scarcely even stand up at the moment.
"Old time's sake." Sark said before he rushed off to Nyah's side.

(Present)
Michael was out of breath by the time he, Sydney, and two guides had arrived to the monastery. The guides waited near the entrance while Sydney and Vaughn ventured into the heart of the monastery.
There was a white-haired monk sitting on a silk pillow by the fireplace once Sydney and Vaughn reached what looked like an office of some kind.
"Good evening," the monk said as he smoked his pipe merrily.
"Good evening, we were wondering if you could help us." Sydney called to the man.
The man looked from Sydney to Vaughn, "You two have traveled a long way to inquire the knowledge of the past; I am willing to help, but only if you go," he said pointing to Michael.
Michael was about to protest when he felt Sydney grab his arm gently, "Go, I'll be fine."
"I'll be near the entrance with the guides." Michael said jadedly.
As soon as Michael left the old man put down his pipe and walked over to Sydney and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Could it be you, after long last, Sydney?"
"Do I know you?" Sydney solicited as she readied her body for a possible fight.
" Relax Miss Bristow, I won't hurt you," he called to her.
After a long pause Sydney replied, "How do you know my name?"
"I know a great deal of many things Sydney. For instance I know why you and your friend have come all the way from Los Angeles to find me. Before I tell you what you need to know I want to ask you a question." He replied.
"Go ahead." Sydney answered back.
"I spent most of my life trying to solve the mystery of Rambaldi. I developed an obsession for him. This obsession led to my wife's death. She was only 25. It also led to the death of my oldest son. My oldest daughter is alive, but she resents me because she thinks I was never there for her, and my youngest daughter doesn't even know who I am. My oldest daughter raised her." The man finished his little monologue.
"What about your question?" Sydney asked.
"I will tell you what you need to know if an only if you answer me truthfully. Are you willing to make the same sacrifices I made for the sake of solving Rambaldi's prophecy?" After the man finished he walked back over to the silk pillow next to the fireplace.
Sydney closed her eyes and thought for some time. This prophecy had taken so much from her already. Her mother, sister, Danny, 2 years of her life, Michael, Francie, Will, she had been betrayed, she had been lied to, she was robbed of a child-hood because her dad had been working at the CIA and SD-6 and although he hadn't known it at the time he had been gathering pieces to this prophecy; a prophecy that they were STILL working on DECADES later! Would she want to put her children through that?
"No, but the sooner we finish it is the sooner I can leave!" Sydney retorted.
"Fair enough, I'll tell you what you need to know. This is the final piece to the Rambaldi prophecy. From here on out, the future, and your destiny will be based solely on you. I cannot give you the information you need, but you can find it in Osaka, Japan." he said, and then he began to puff on his pipe.
Sydney had had enough, if this was truly the last link to the puzzle, she wanted to know now. "You obviously know what the last link is, why can't you tell me?"
The man thought about this for a moment, "You are not yet ready to understand such things."
The monk watched from the window as Sydney, Vaughn, and the two guides descended from the mountain. The monk was holding a phone to his ear. The man he was suppose to report in to was not there, so the monk had to leave a message, "Miss Bristow just left."
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