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Sydney's mind was racing as she walked across the room. This was the last way she would have liked Francie and Will to find out she was a spy. Instead of thinking about that though her mind went into mission mode. 'So,' she thought, 'there's four of them against me. They all have weapons but I'm unarmed. I am also not at my full strength at the moment. What advantages do I have?' She asked herself taking a seat next to Anna. She looked around the room.
"How have you been?" Anna asked slightly mocking. "It's been a long time!"
Owens stood next to her, rolling his eyes. "Enough Anna! The prototype"
"Ok, ok." Anna said putting her hand up to silence Owens. She turned back to Sydney. "If you don't mind we'll discuss this in Russian. I had friends once too, they don't need to hear this."
Sydney couldn't stop herself from looking at Francie and Will, who by now had come around, looking slightly dazed. The looks on their faces as flawless Russian came out of her mouth would have been funny if the situation wasn't so serious. "I don't know what you're talking about." Of course she did know but she had to stall them somehow.
Anna stood and gave the soldier next to Francie a nod. He quickly raised his weapon and held it to her head. "This is getting boring Sydney." She responded in fluent Russian. We know you have or at least had the prototype."
Before she could give the soldier another nod, Sydney started speaking. While she explained who had the box she realised something; Anna had a small knife tucked into her utility belt. She had found her advantage.
