The Arrest
It was dark when Sydney Bristow was rudely awakened from her sleep. She'd been in the middle of a good dream but instead a man's hand was shaking her arm.
"Miss, wake up!" Automatically she went into spy mode and grabbed the hand, twisted it behind the man's back and pushed him to the floor so that she stood above him, pinning him down.
She looked around the room feeling momentarily disorientated from sleep. She was in what looked like a boat's cabin. There was a table in the middle of the room surrounded by four executive chairs. Sydney had been lying on a leather sofa that leaned against one side of the cabin. Suddenly everything came flooding back to her. The only thing that was unfamiliar was the amount of blood in the cabin and the boat's radio lying smashed to pieces on the floor. Before she could think about it though she was grabbed from behind by two pairs of strong hands who pinned her to the floor, pulled her hands behind her and put her in handcuffs.
"Hey! What are yo…" She cried. Her hair had fallen over her face and she couldn't see her attackers clearly.
"Sydney Bristow?" The guy she had pinned to the floor asked.
Sydney shook her head to get the hair out of her eyes and looked up at him but as her head was still to the floor she couldn't see him anyway. "Who wants to know?" She asked through gritted teeth.
A hand came down from someone to her left. In it was a police shield. "NYPD. Now, are you Sydney Bristow?"
"Yes." She replied.
"Then I am arresting you for the murder of Melissa Taylor."
What has that woman done? She thought as she let the police officers pick her up off of the floor and led her to their own boat. This doesn't look good.
