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CHAPTER ONE

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LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

A WEEK LATER

"The girl will be transferred to a safe house here in LA." Dixon informed them as they sat down in the briefing room. The mission in Germany turned out well and they succeeded in to bringing the girl back to LA with them.

"Did you get anything from her?" Jack asked.

"Not yet. She's still slipping in and out of consciousness. But the doctors say that her condition has stabilized and that she can be transferred to our safe house." Dixon replied.

"What about the things I took from the prison? Does it say anything about who she is and what she did?" Sydney asked. She was interested in the girl who socked her father in the jaw.

"I'm still looking for some transmitters and the those kinds of things. But what I can tell you this is that she's… uh… she can speak a lot of languages based on the pieces of paper I've found in the bag. What I've bought here today are, uh… … a… part of what she scribbled on those papers." Marshall said as he gave them copies of the papers.

"I'm still trying to translate the others but… what I've given you has the original language on the left side and the translations on the other side." Marshall explained, showing them the versions on slides.

"'Giusta vel ingiust, temenda est.' Fair of unfair, we must take heed." Vaughn said, saying one of the entries aloud.

"Luca Landucci." Sydney replied. When the others just looked at her like she just spoke an unknown language, she continued. "During the Catholic Reformation, there were lots of religion related wars and he, Landucci, tried to control his fellow supporters." She continued.

"So does that mean she was being controlled?" Weiss asked.

"Probably. But for all we know, she might be aware of what she was doing." Jack replied.

"But there is more, uh… there were references to a book made in the 1800's by an Asian hero. Uhm... the National hero of the Philippines, to be exact." Marshall said as he checked his notes.

"Uh… 'Noli Me Tangere'? It means 'Touch Me Not' in English. Uhh… it was a book by Jose Rizal and uh… it was about two lovers in the 1800's but there were also references to the oppression of the Filipinos during the Spanish Colonization."

"So, almost all of the scribbles were about oppression and controlling?" Jack asked.

"Uhmm… well, all of the samples of the scribbles that I gave you have 'oppression' written on them, so I guess… yes?" Marshall replied.

Dixon looked at them and just nodded his head. He doesn't want to trust an unknown person again.

"Oh, I found this on one of the secret pockets of the bag, and, uh… I checked it for transmitters, bugs, uhh… it's clean." He said as he showed them a ruby, set on silver, with a silver chain.

All of them, except Jack, looked at the jewelry with interest. To Marshall, the expression on Jack's face was a mixture of surprise, agony and anger. He doesn't know why he'd react like that to a necklace. Vaughn noticed this too.

"Syd, I'm going to ask you to be the one who will ask the girl the questions." Dixon said to her, resuming the 'talk'

"Why?" she asked back.

"Well, since you're a woman and our 'ward' is a teenage girl, I think it's proper to introduce her to someone of the same gender. Our psychiatrist suggested it." Dixon answered.

She took a deep breath "Fine. But if she doesn't want to talk to me, find another one whom she will want to talk to. Because frankly, I don't want to take part in grilling an innocent girl until she breaks down."

"Don't be so sure of her innocence. She might be the very person who killed five CIA agents. Five of the best. And, to help you in asking questions is your father. When she wakes up, I want you to go immediately to the safe house and see her." Dixon said as he stood up and went out of the room. Marshall followed him out.

Sydney took a deep breath and lifted her chin, a sign of stubbornness that she displayed even when she was a little girl.

Jack glanced at his daughter. "Are you up for it?" Jack asked Sydney.

"Yes. I'm up for it." She replied and smiled at him. Jack took one last look at his daughter as he stood up to leave. It left Sydney alone with Michael Vaughn.

"I'm really sorry about Lauren's dad." Sydney said. Lauren's father, Senator Reed, committed suicide a week before. Vaughn talked to her about seeking divorce from his wife but that tragic incident brought him back to Lauren's arms.

Vaughn nodded. Sydney looked at him, sensing that he is troubled.

"How are they doing? Lauren and her mom?" she asked.

"They're doing fine. I think…" Vaughn replied.

"Vaughn? What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. Lauren just has trouble dealing with her dad's death and all of that. Its troubling me. Because they are a bit estranged."

"Maybe its because she's feeling sorry that she didn't try to rebuild their relationship before her father died." Sydney said, offering an explanation.

"I hope that's it." Vaughn said as he stood up. He has a weird feeling regarding Lauren's behavior. He will try to forget what he believes he had seen inside his house but if the feelings still subsist, he will resort to bugging the whole house.

FIVE DAYS LATER

The girl woke up.

Sydney and Jack were inside an SUV, on their way to the CIA safe house. It was far from the office but the house really blends in the background. It was situated in a well-off neighborhood in the city and is really what we can call a mansion. It was perfect place to hide somebody who was not really looked for in the United States. Both of them were not wearing any formal suits and looked like visiting an old friend.

The SUV stopped at the back of the house and the agents made them enter through the back door. The surveillance room was located at the middle of the house and at the basement.

"Who will be the person who will ask the questions to the girl?" Agent Marlowe asked. He was in-charge of security.

"That would be me." Sydney replied. She was wearing baby tees and blue denim pants.

Agent Marlowe looked at her and motioned Sydney to follow him. Sydney followed. Jack stayed behind and looked at surveillance monitor.

Inside the surveillance room, Jack tried to understand the blueprint of the house. He knew that the house has a covered court with a swimming pool inside and a garden. The house might be situated in a wealthy neighborhood but with the open space the house has, any person can come in and take the girl. Jack also asked some questions about the girl.

"Did the girl exhibit any remarkable abilities?" Jack asked. He knew he was being vague but he can't explain the whole situation to the agent.

"Uh… like what, sir?" the agent replied. He was a young man in his late twenties and the one who gave Jack something to sit on.

"Never mind. Did she ever mention her name or any name for that matter?" Jack asked.

"Uh… no sir. She switches languages and we can't really understand what she says or what language she was speaking.

Jack nodded his head and looked at the monitor. Sydney already went inside the room to talk to the girl

****

Sydney walked inside the room that serves as the "living room" of the safe house. Seated at the sofa was a girl of about 17 to 18 years old, who had brown hair and brown eyes. She still had bruises in her face and bandages for her wounds but there was something familiar about her. She was put on weight the last time Sydney saw her, which was good because she looked really ill when they 'rescued' her in Germany.

Sydney sat down on the chair near the sofa. She didn't want to alienate the girl by acting like her sister or something.

"My name's Sydney Bristow, I'm an employee of the CIA. I'm here to ask you a couple of questions."

The girl looked at Sydney with her dark brown eyes. To Sydney, the gaze looked so familiar. She just doesn't know why. She took a deep breath and looked at the girl again, this time, intending to ask a question.

"Uh… can you tell us your name?" She asked. 'Lousy one, but it's the most practical of all the questions she thought up' she told herself. The girl looked at her with raised eyebrows after a few minutes.

"Why do you want to have it?" the girl asked. She has a British accent that is not so heavy, charming in fact, making her understand every word she said.

"Because if I don't know your name, I'll not know how to call you." Sydney replied patiently, like a teacher to a pre-schooler.

"And because you want to know what I was doing inside a metal box in the middle of the forest." she answered back. She glanced at Sydney again, this time, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"If you don't want to tell us your name, your mother's name perhaps?" Sydney asked. If she doesn't want to give her name, ask a name of a family member.

The girl thought for a while, "No, I'll just tell you my name. First name, Agent Bristow, not the last. I've been discriminated in the past because of my last name." The girl replied. She was holding back but was starting to like Sydney and her perseverance. She thought for a while, though. She might be bringing herself to the arms of the enemy. After a few minutes, she finally spoke.

"It's Paris, Parisenne, if you want the whole name but they normally call me Paris." She said, tilting her head to the right.

"Are you sure that's your real name you're giving?" Sydney asked. She doesn't want to be duped.

"Yes. My mom told me that Paris was my father's favorite place to visit when they were still married." She added.

"Your father's deceased?" Sydney asked.

"No. But I haven't met him or my mom's other child. She did tell me that they were still alive. But that was about five years ago. I don't even know if my mother is still alive." Paris replied. She was opening up to Sydney.

"Do you know where they are right now?" Sydney asked. There was something about the girl's answer that gives a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"I think I did. I forgot… I think." She looked at Sydney, raising her eyebrows again.

"Why are you asking me these questions anyway? And why keep me here?" Paris asked.

"Because your life may be in danger." Sydney replied.

"So I'm not getting out soon?" Paris asked again.

"Yes." Sydney said.

"Well in that case, may I have something to read?" Paris asked.

"Uhh… okay, I'll ask them if you can have some books" Sydney answered. Then, her pager beeped. She took it out and read the message. She and her father were being called back to the office.

"Uh… I'll be back in about… three days." Sydney told her. She was sounding like the CIA psychiatrist. With that, she stood up and left the room.

'Better ask dad about what his impressions are.' Sydney thought as she walked out of the room.

****

"I can't really figure out why the girl's eyes looked so familiar" Sydney said. They were on their way back to the office.

"Maybe you've seen each other?" Her father said. There is the probability of Sydney and Paris meeting each other albeit as mind-controlled robots.

'It was really unusual,' he thought, 'the girl, having the name of Paris, and his daughter, having the name of Sydney, both places. And the necklace…' his mind began to think of possibilities when Sydney interrupted his thoughts.

"Dad, were here."