9.
Looking out the window Sydney noticed that theirs was the only apartment that didn't have electricity.
"Owens!"
"What was that Syd?" Francie asked a little surprised with the unexpected darkness.
"It must be your circuit breakers." Will stated. "Have you got a flashlight?"
Racing to the front door Sydney pulled back the curtain and looked out. The agents outside were still in their car but they were both slumped unconscious in their seats.
"Syd where are you going? What's wrong? It's just a power failure. No need to get so stressed out." Francie said with a nervous laugh.
Ignoring her friend Sydney ran to her bedroom and pulled out a box from under her bed. As she pulled the lid off a loud crash came from the front door. Hearing voices shouting she took out a discreet radio device, which tucked neatly into her ear. Activating a silent alarm she ran out of her bedroom. Pausing at the sight before her.
Two men in black fatigues had Will and Francie and were in the process of tying them to chairs. Behind them where two other figures who she couldn't make out in the darkness. One, she presumed, was Owens.
"Sydney Bristow." A voice called out. "Why am I not surprised?"
"You know this woman!" Francie managed to ask before the soldier holding her put a gag over her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock and surprise.
Will was kicking and yelling at the guy holding him before the soldier hit him around the head with the back of his hand knocking him out.
"Will!" Sydney cried.
"So it was you who stole our prototype?" The woman's voice carried on. "Well done." She said clapping. "But you didn't think you could outsmart us, did you, Agent Bristow?"
As she stepped into the moonlight, Sydney could see who she was talking to.
"Anna Espinosa." Francie's eyes widen even more as she realised that not only did this woman know Sydney, Sydney knew her too.
"In the flesh. So, who are you working for today Sydney?" Anna asked, casually taking a seat. "SD6? The CIA?" She laughed. "The KGB? Come on, we're dying to know."
"Enough small talk!" Owens cried. "Where is the prototype?"
"Oh Patrick," Anna hushed him. "There's plenty of time for that later. Me and Sydney here go way back. You could say we're old enemies." She pulled out a gun. "Come on, take a seat." She said patting the chair next to her. "I won't biteā¦much!"
