Chapter 8
Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean
Irina, Nadia and Sydney were in the CIA's new plush private jet, the replacement for the one that had met that unfortunate accident in North Korea. Sydney walked across the room carrying coffee, she leant down and placed them on table in front of Irina and Nadia.
Irina sitting at the table leant over and picked one of them and placed it to her lips and took a gulp and placed in a table
"Oh, by the way Nadia. I wasn't sure how you took your coffee so it's black. Is that okay?" Sydney Asked
"Yeah. That fine. Its how I take it anyway."
Nadia looked at her Irina Deeply and said "I'll still can't believe what you're telling me. That both me and Sydney are in prophecies. How can this be possible? How can a man from 500 years ago predict what was going to happen? That both of us would end up being born?"
"Look, Nadia nobody really knows how he knows but so far he hasn't been wrong. Look. I'm sure the CIA will let you look at the documents when we get there"
Just then the pilot called Sydney into the cockpit. "Dixon's on the radio for you." He told her.
Sydney picked up the receiver and depressed the button and spoke into "Agent Bristow here"
"Sydney. I've spoke to the Department of Justice. They've agreed to a temporary pardon for you mother" Dixon told her.
"Thanks. Have you told Vaughan what's happen yet?"
"Yes. He's taken it okay. Weiss is with him."
"Okay. We'll we should be back within the hour. See you then" Sydney said and then placed down the receiver. Turning around she walked back into the main of the plane and spoke to her mother. "That was Dixon. The DOJ have granted a temporary pardon until this situation has been resolved or they assess you as not being a risk to the country"
"Thank you Sydney. It's appreciated." Irina said to her and then followed with "How's Vaughan taking the news?"
"Okay. I think it was a bit of a shock for him."
Sydney looked across to her sister and noticed she was fast asleep. "Poor girl." She told Irina "So much has happened to day I'm amazed she's actually coping."
"So am I. I just wish that I could have changed all of this somehow.
With that Sydney sat down and hugged her mother again.
Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean
Irina, Nadia and Sydney were in the CIA's new plush private jet, the replacement for the one that had met that unfortunate accident in North Korea. Sydney walked across the room carrying coffee, she leant down and placed them on table in front of Irina and Nadia.
Irina sitting at the table leant over and picked one of them and placed it to her lips and took a gulp and placed in a table
"Oh, by the way Nadia. I wasn't sure how you took your coffee so it's black. Is that okay?" Sydney Asked
"Yeah. That fine. Its how I take it anyway."
Nadia looked at her Irina Deeply and said "I'll still can't believe what you're telling me. That both me and Sydney are in prophecies. How can this be possible? How can a man from 500 years ago predict what was going to happen? That both of us would end up being born?"
"Look, Nadia nobody really knows how he knows but so far he hasn't been wrong. Look. I'm sure the CIA will let you look at the documents when we get there"
Just then the pilot called Sydney into the cockpit. "Dixon's on the radio for you." He told her.
Sydney picked up the receiver and depressed the button and spoke into "Agent Bristow here"
"Sydney. I've spoke to the Department of Justice. They've agreed to a temporary pardon for you mother" Dixon told her.
"Thanks. Have you told Vaughan what's happen yet?"
"Yes. He's taken it okay. Weiss is with him."
"Okay. We'll we should be back within the hour. See you then" Sydney said and then placed down the receiver. Turning around she walked back into the main of the plane and spoke to her mother. "That was Dixon. The DOJ have granted a temporary pardon until this situation has been resolved or they assess you as not being a risk to the country"
"Thank you Sydney. It's appreciated." Irina said to her and then followed with "How's Vaughan taking the news?"
"Okay. I think it was a bit of a shock for him."
Sydney looked across to her sister and noticed she was fast asleep. "Poor girl." She told Irina "So much has happened to day I'm amazed she's actually coping."
"So am I. I just wish that I could have changed all of this somehow.
With that Sydney sat down and hugged her mother again.