Chapter 11
Alandria had been given desk duty for her outburst! Whatever headway she was making didn't matter now. Now she realized that she was having trouble contacting Sark. The trouble was that no matter what she did, she couldn't reach him.
She began to daydream at her desk; she thought back to the day they actually met. It was a hot, crisp June morning years ago in Wallasey, England, when they both were teenagers. Alandria had been best friends with Julian's cousin Nyah. Of course, she had seen him a few times when the three of them were in kindergarten, but that was years ago.
Alandria was laying on a royal blue beach towel reading a novel as Nyah and Julian walked down the beach to meet Alandria. Alandria was feeling particularly happy today because her midnight blue bathing suit showed off all of her curves in all the right places. It wasn't as if she had anyone to impress, but she loved believing that she looked great.
Nyah was 5 feet 6 1/2 inches of pure English beauty. She had a red Hawaiian bikini with pink and white flowers on. Nyah's sun-bleached blonde hair blew idly in the soft wind. Nyah wasn't what grabbed Alandria's attention. She loved her best friend like a sister, but it was the Vanilla Adonis striding down the beach next to Nyah that caught Alandria's attention. He was about 6 feet tall with a dirty blonde hair spiked up. Even though he and Nyah were still a good ways down the beach, Alandria was able to see his clear blue eyes. Not many men look good in Speedos, but Julian had every one's attention at the beach; women looked at him with admiration and adornment, men looked at him with envy since clearly he was the only guy there who bothered to keep in shape.
"I'm sorry," Nyah started, "but my cousin asked to come along."
Alandria's eyes never left Julian, "That's all right. The more the merrier."
"Julian, this is my best friend Alandria. Alandria, this is my favorite cousin Julian." Nyah smiled as she introduced the two. Nyah must have not noticed the way Julian and Alandria were looking at each other.
The three played in the sun for an hour before Nyah's phone went off. She came back ten minutes later, her smile wiped off her face, "I have to go into work. Julian, we have to go."
"Don't worry, I'll drive him back to London." Alandria offered.
Nyah thought about this for a while, "Thanks, I'll see you two later."
To an outside observer, Alandria and Julian would have seemed to have known each other for many years. There was a loving tenderness and ardor between them. They played in the water all day until the end of the day, where they watched the sunset in each others arms under the pier.
Over the next few months the two became more serious and were engaged to be married. Then IT happened. The terrible event that caused their lives to change dramatically forever.
Just a month before Alandria and Julian's wedding, Nyah had gotten off her graveyard shift at work. Nyah was a block away from home during one of the worst storms to hit England in years. A drunken tourist ran a red light and veered onto the right side of traffic.
Julian automatically postponed the wedding and spent every waking minute with his cousin in the hospital. Alandria didn't blame him, because she was right there too; hoping, pleading and praying that Nyah make it through this difficult time. Instead of getting better, her condition deteriorated. Her skin went from lightly tanned to as white as clouds are on a sunny day. When Nyah first arrived at the hospital she would fall in and out of consciousness, but as time went on, the amount of times she'd wake up decreased. The last month of her life she didn't even wake up at all.
The last few moments of her life she opened her eyes, took a great gasp of air, looked at Julian, mouthed "I love you", and then her eyes went blank and dull, while her body became lifeless.
Nyah was buried the next Sunday. Alandria stayed over at Julian's to comfort him. When she awoke in the morning, all of his belongings were gone, and there was a note beside her:
Alandria,
I cannot marry you, my love. Not until the man who killed my beloved cousin pays for what he did. I have gone to Russia. I knew you wouldn't understand, so I left while you slept. Never misunderstand my intensions, last night was special. I will always cherish it as I will you. I will always love you.
Your much-loved,
Julian Sark
Alandria was dumbfounded and heartbroken. Although she loved to pretend otherwise, she still loved and deeply cared for Julian.
"Honey, are you okay?" Eric snapped his fingers in front of Alandria's face to bring Alandria back to reality. She hadn't known it at the time, but she was crying.
"What happened?" Eric persisted.
Alandria couldn't help but smile. Eric was no Julian, but he had a sweet, teddy bear side to him that made her love him anyway, "I was thinking about the death of an old friend. It was years ago but…"
"Weiss the conference is about to start." Michael called from the conference room.
As she watched Eric double time to the conference room Alandria asked herself the same question, "Am I alright?"
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"We found this video in Sydney Australia." Dixon began as a picture of Sark, Nyah, and Rimini popped up.
"We are not sure, but this child could be…" Dixon stopped once he saw the expression on Sydney's face.
"This child could be the one we have been looking for. The woman to the far right is Rimini Devon. We do not know her affiliation is with Mr. Sark, but we do know that she and a guest will be staying at the Disney World in England. Sydney, Jack, you two will bring these two back here. Dismissed.
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6 years ago
Katya was bounded inside a truck with handcuffs and chains. There were bars on the windows and doors, and guards with weapons.
She was being escorted to a federal prison where she would be executed within the next month. She had only awakened three weeks ago.
Despite the fact the Katya had betrayed Sydney only two years ago, Sydney tried to help her aunt out. However, Sydney's efforts were fruitless, since the CIA, or rather the United States government didn't take to kindly to someone trying to betray and capture one of their own; family or not.
Katya held her head up proudly though, her eyes calm and her body serene; she was the picture of composure. She was tranquil on the inside as well. She had had a good life. Her only regret was that she had not gotten to tell her sister, Irina, goodbye. Irina wasn't just Katya's sister, Irina acted as a mother, and was Katya's role model.
Suddenly she saw it. She must have seen it before the guards had a chance to. A black helicopter flew down and rammed into the armored van. The van rolled over several times before stopping on it's side. One guard was knocked unconscious, while the other three climbed out of the van to see what had happened. Katya had decided to stay put and see how everything played out. It was only when Katya heard shots being fired, she went to a side window to have a look.
There were five men who came out of the helicopter to face the remaining three guards. The head guardsman was shot in the shoulder. He got up again and was immediately shot in the leg. He learned his lesson that time and stayed down for the count. The next guard pulled out his gun and shot two of the five guys from the helicopter. At this point the man leading the others from the helicopter was close enough to punch this guard. It was a hard punch, because you could hear his jaw break.
The last guard just smiled at the five men from the helicopter, "It's about time you got here."
A burst of light illuminated the back of the van when a blonde man walked in with keys to free Katya.
"Julian, you left those men alive?" she asked.
"Yes, I did. Your sister, Irina, asked that I get you out of the states as quickly as possible, without any deaths. The feds have been catching up to us. Come, come, we must go now!" Julian called.
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Present
Nyah, Rimini, and their guard had just gotten back to the Disney hotel around 7 pm. They were now adorned in their finest clothes and were heading to dinner. The two were in an elevator, heading to the second floor, the dinning floor. On the eighth floor a young woman with beautiful dark hair got onto the elevator with a man who looked liked her father.
The young woman smiled at the two and asked casually, "Are you going to dinner?"
"Yes we are, it's are first time here." Rimini answered.
"I've been here only once before," the young woman replied. The five got off the elevator at the same time. They split up once inside the restaurant. Half-way through the meal Rimini got up.
"I'm going to the ladies' room, do you have to go Nyah?" she asked.
"I'm fine." Nyah replied.
With that Rimini let out a little sigh and looked towards their guard, "Trayveon, will you watch Nyah? I'll be right back."
"Sure," the guard replied.
As soon as Rimini headed towards the bathroom, Sydney stood up, "I'll be right back dad, watch after the little girl."
Her father raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"Unless you can find a good reason to explain why you'd be in the ladies' room?" with that Sydney took her leave.
Rimini had just started to wash her hands when Sydney came in, " You have a very beautiful daughter."
"Oh, thank you, but she's not mine. I'm just the nanny." Rimini replied fondly.
"You must care very deeply for her then, where are her parents?" Sydney asked.
"Her father's away on business." Rimini replied getting a little suspicious.
"What does her father do?" Sydney asked.
"That is totally inappropriate, I don't even know you!" Rimini began.
Sydney flashed her badge, "I work for the CIA, and your going to have to come with me for questioning."
Rimini's eyes glanced over to the door. Sydney stepped in Rimini's way.
"Miss Devon, considering that the little one has to go to, it would be better for the both of you if you just cooperated." Sydney explained.
"What about my guard?" Rimini threatened.
"I have someone out there who can take care of him now please, don't make this difficult."
Finally, Rimini realized she had nowhere to turn, "How about a show of faith? You seem to know everything about me, but what about you? Give me your name and I'll go quietly."
"Sydney Bristow."
By the time Sydney and Rimini had left, the guard was subdued and Jack was holding the little girl's hand. A waiter passed by with a confused look on his face.
"He fell asleep, he'll be picking up the check." Jack said.
Within thirty minutes, Jack, Sydney, Rimini, and Nyah were on a plane to Los Angeles.
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Present
"Actually, Mr. Spec, the truth is relative to one's own agenda…" Sark finished
"Sir, sir." A lackey burst through Sark's meeting. This man's eyes were puffy and red. His skin was palled and sweaty, and his body shook violently as he walked up to Sark, even though all eyes were on him.
"What is Deft, I'm in a meeting. I told you I was not to be disturbed." Sark bellowed.
"I know, I know, but this is urgent!" Deft pleaded.
"What is so urgent that you had to interrupt an important meeting!" Sark roared at the top of his lungs.
"It's about Nyah." Deft began to explain.
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Present
Sydney sat in a chair next to the bed Nyah now slept in. Some up there must have been watching out for Sydney, because she was aloud to take Nyah home. Of course, Rimini had to come, because the girl felt safe around Rimini; but it didn't matter.
Michael had decided to stay over to help Sydney. He stood by her bedroom doorway watching her as she watched Nyah. She looked up and smiled at him.
"Her name is Nyah," Sydney began, "I have loved her ever since I found out she existed."
"Your going to make a wonderful mother, Syd." Michael said before he hugged her tightly.
"Now that she's here, I think it's time for me to leave the CIA. I want to give her a life away from all of this." Sydney beamed.
Nyah began to stir in her sleep.
"I'm going to take tomorrow off, and take her to the park." Sydney said. She and Michael had talked for sometime before Michael left around four that morning.
Afterwards, Sydney went to watch Nyah sleep.
Sydney awoke to feel someone stroking her face. When Sydney looked up she realized it was Nyah.
"I know you. Daddy has a picture of you in his office. He looks at it all the time. He says I look like you." Nyah began.
"Do you know where Sa- your father is?" Sydney asked.
"He's on a business trip. One of the very few he refuses to take me on. He is coming home tomorrow." Nyah said.
"Where is home Nyah?" Sydney asked. Nyah began to talk in Italian again. She continued this all day.
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"I'm sorry Mr. Sark, I just fell asleep." Trayveon pleaded through tears. Julian had broken Trayveon's arm already. It was clear, Julian was out for blood.
"Relax, you'll live. As of right now, the Shari's only priority is to find Nyah. I will pay whoever finds my daughter unharmed handsomely. As for you Trayveon, I will deal with you later." Julian replied before walking away.
Within 48 hours, everyone in the Shari was on the alert.
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Reiji walked into a restaurant to find a very beautiful young woman sitting by herself, "Love troubles?"
Alandria turned to him, "Who are you?"
"I'm straight, but Mr. Sark does have that certain air about him. He makes you miss him when he goes away for to long." Reiji said quietly.
"What your getting at?" Alandria inquired.
"Your fiancé is a good man, to be true. But you haven't given him your heart, not completely at least. How can you when your heart lies with Julian Sark."
"I'm listening." Alandria replied intriguingly.
"I'm sure you heard about the situation with his daughter." Reiji started.
"What's wrong with Nyah, is she hurt?" Alandria asked.
"No, but some one has kidnapped her." Reiji replied.
"Well I didn't do it if that's what your asking!" Alandria bellowed slightly above a whisper.
"Of course not, but Mr. Sark does have a lot of enemies. For all we know, the CIA itself could have taken her," Reiji explained.
"I haven't heard anything." Alandria replied candidly. She wanted to kick herself. There had been an allotment of hustle and bustle lately, but she had know idea what that was about because she was forced out of the loop to do desk work. But then again CIA agents did seem to run around a great deal like they were chickens with their heads cut off.
"Why not help find Nyah. I'm sure Mr. Sark could find some way of thanking you," Reiji toyed with her, "personally."
Alandria thought it over for a minute or two, "When I get Nyah, what do I do with her?"
"Go to this address in Canada." Reiji concluded, and then left.
Alandria stared at the paper for a good ten minutes, smiling at the thought of her personally walking towards Sark with Nyah in her hand.
Eric walked out onto the restaurant balcony after Alandria had put the paper away. She was evidently still looked quite happy.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked while staring at her dotingly.
Alandria gave him a quick kiss, "my fiancé, of course."
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3 months later
After 6 months of trying to find the only two surviving Derevko's save Reiji himself, he had found them. Irina and Katya had started a Rambaldi group called the Askew in Germany. The group gathered information, or anything for that matter pertaining to Rambaldi, and tried to lead other people from solving the prophecy.
It took 2 weeks for Irina to finally agree to a meeting. They were to meet in a restaurant overlooking a lake.
"Irina, you look more lovelier than ever. Who is your friend?" Reiji greeted his daughter.
"Katya, this is our father whom abandoned us as children. Father, this is the daughter whose heart you never got to break." Irina introduced the two coldly.
"Can it be? Really and truly? I am so sorry, but I come here only on the most uttermost urgent news. I met your daughters, Irina." Reiji announced.
"What do you want, a medal?" Irina's voice was icy. Katya could tell her sister was on the verge of crying. It was strange, all Katya's life, she believe that nothing, and no one could break or emotionally wound Irina; but, she was wrong.
"Where?" Katya asked.
"Nadia propositioned me for a job. Sydney traveled all the way from Los Angeles to seek my help. You should know, Irina, that you are a grandmother, now. Your grandmother is smart, she is a lot like Sydney. Your granddaughter has many characteristics of her father as well." Reiji hoped this bit of information would get Irina to talk to him.
"Sydney finally married Michael." Irina said barely above a whisper.
"No, no. Your granddaughter's father is Mr. Julian Sark. Look, I sent you what the CIA knows, but there is a part still to the prophecy that only I know." Reiji spoke gently.
"What is it?" Katya asked bewilderedly.
"Let's just say things will not end well for anyone." Reiji replied.
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