AN: Thank you to my reviewers, you have no idea how much reviews make my day, my week, and mostly my month. To Sark 79, the first chapter is the only chapter that will be in first person. I thought it might be hard to work in Jason without giving my idea of his background and first person made it really easy to express his emotions. From now on it will be 3rd person, which is how I originally planned it. Thank you, though, for voicing your opinion. Apple, glad you liked it! Agentalana, I agree with you, but once my story is done I would love to read yours and compare. TheUptownGirl, glad you're interested. erak, I'm going to work on my chapters getting longer and longer. The first chapter was short because it was just the prologue. And to charmedgal005, thanks so much for the review and the inspiration. Who knew our conversation would go here? Well, here's chapter 2. Hope you all like it!! (P.S. There's a little bit of language later on. Just thought I ought to warn you!)

Sydney stared disbelievingly at the papers. S.A.B. 47 was typed at the top of each one. Yes, she knew that as a child, she had been trained to be a spy. Her father was scared that her mother would do it, so he did it first. And Sydney had believed him. But these papers showed her what he hadn't told her. That once the project worked on her, Jack passed it on to the rest of the CIA and they began making more training programs. The problem was that once rumors had started circulating that the KGB was using the technology, they needed a new project.
So Jack made a new project. Or an outline to one, anyway. He told the agency that it would probably be safer to completely brainwash agents. If they didn't feel any obligation to their past, they would do whatever the CIA told them to. They would be injected with a liquid that, when they refused to do or failed missions, would give them headaches. And if they ignored their headaches, they would be killed. Most likely by fellow agents.
The last paper was the worst. It held information that would sever ties between her and her father for all time. It was the crushing blow.
I, Jack Bristow, being a senior CIA agent and the agent responsible for creating Project: Christmas and Project: Treadstone, give permission for my daughter to be subjected to Treadstone training. Though my daughter may not give her consent, I contend that force be used if necessary. This information will be withheld from all in the Los Angeles branch due to their personal relations with my daughter.
Once her training for Treadstone is complete, my daughter will no longer know who she was, only that she is an operative. With this in place, I believe we can finally complete what was meant all along. Once Sydney has become someone else, I am sure she will not only become a better operative, I know that she will consent to whatever is necessary to complete the Prophecy. I suggest that plans be made to conceal this project. I have funds, but I cannot be tagged with this. I suggest you find some rogue group, something on the brink of destruction, for us to take. We will work out other plans later.
Jack Bristow

Printed on the back of the sheet was the reply.
Jack,
I think I've found our answer. I was running through the intelligence briefing that was recently sent to the Los Angeles office and noticed something. There was one group on there that may fit our needs. They are falling apart at the seams, but they can help us nonetheless. They are followers of Rambaldi who have been studying phrases in his works. They believe that he hid the name of his successor, the one who would put together his works, in one of his documents. I highly doubt that they are right, but it might just hold the right amount of cover for us to begin our work. They believe that a paper they were sent gives them their reason for work. It was a pact between Rambaldi and an unknown source to protect his works until the time came for his successor to rise. Because of this "pact", they are known as The Covenant. They need money, resources, and a reason to continue. But, I believe that once we take over, we can make them one of the most powerful organizations the CIA has ever seen. I even have a few people in mind to pass the organization over to when it gets big because, as it gets going, it will get more coverage by the CIA. As you said, we cannot be tagged with this. But, I believe this will work.
I will continue my work with Project: Treadstone. We have a new search going on for some new agents. Once Sydney is brainwashed, I'm sure she will be perfect for our team. There is one agent that is excelling greatly who I think she would love to meet. He is David Webb, but we have gotten him to believe his name is Jason Bourne. He's the best I've ever seen. We will be putting him in the field soon. Contact me as soon as you're set.
Ted Conklin

Both pages were dated about one month before The Covenant took Sydney. So in that month, Sydney rationalized, her father and Conklin had made The Covenant powerful and set up her capture. Her father pretty much created The Covenant, or at least made it what it was today. He had sacrificed her for the stupid Prophecy! As Sydney reveled on these thoughts, tears began to fall down her face. How could yet another person close to her betray her? When she heard footsteps, Sydney's head shot up.
"Sydney, you were never supposed to have found this." Jack said with a scowl on his face.
"How dare you! You come here and tell me I wasn't supposed to find this. You should be apologizing. But, that wouldn't really make a difference with me, because I cannot believe you! When Lauren told me I didn't know who controlled me, I thought she was crazy. But, I guess she was right. You did this to me! You let me get captured! You took away everyone I loved and planned it that I would never remember them again."
"Sydney, it was only a matter of time until things fell apart. There's always another enemy, always someone willing to take you away. One little thing could happen and you would lose everyone anyway. This was the only way to protect you from that heartbreak."
"You bastard! Who are you to decide what will happen to me or what will happen to my friends? I found out, didn't I? When I was held. I bet I found out something on you. That's why I'd said I'd seen too much. Had I not lost Vaughn, I would have gone back to him." While she yelled, Sydney slowly slipped her hand into her pocket to grasp her dart gun. "But I had no one. I found out that I couldn't even trust my last bit of family and I couldn't stand it. So instead of telling Kendall, I erased my own memory." Sydney stood, now defiant. "You have ruined my life for the last time, you son of a bitch!"
"I'm sorry, but I cannot let you go back to L.A. knowing all of this." Jack looked adamant. He began to reach into his breast pocket to grab his gun, but Sydney beat him to the punch. The dart flew to Jack and he crumpled to the ground. Sydney quickly packed all the papers into her briefcase and began to walk out. When she passed her father, she saw that he was still a little awake. Not enough to stop her, but enough to know what she was doing.
"Guess what, Dad? That dart was pretty high powered. You'll be out for hours, if not days. And by the time you decide to show your face in the U.S. again, I swear to you, the CIA will be looking for you. I'll be in L.A. by the time your body decides to heal. So I guess the next time I see you, you'll probably be in jail. And if not, I will put you there. Night, Dad." Sydney walked out of the room, up the stairs, and out of the bank. Outside, a black van was waiting. She got in and looked up. The two agents that had come with her were now looking right at her, waiting for an order. "Call ahead to the airfield. We need that plane ready to take off the second we get there. I'm calling Dixon right now. Let's go!" The agents nodded and the car sped away. As they sent the call to the airfield, Sydney pulled out her cell and dialed the direct line to Dixon's office.
"Director Dixon's office."
"It's Sydney, I need to speak with him right now."
"I'll put you through." There was a silence for a second and then there was a click.
"Dixon."
"It's me. We're headed for the airport right now."
"Did you find anything in the deposit box?" Sydney sighed.
"Dixon, I need you to believe what I'm about to say. I found documents on The Covenant. Information about how it became big and why they took me."
"Sydney, that's great! This is the kind of information we need to destroy them! How long..."
"There's more. I found out who was responsible for all of it. My kidnapping, my missing years, my erasing my memory, everything! He might even be a Covenant agent right now. I'm not sure. I just know that he came to the back to try to stop me."
"Who, Syd? Who's the guy?"
"My father."

AN: I loved writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoyed reading it! Please R&R, it keeps me writing!!