"Honey, how are you?" a man with white hair and a strong presence asked. He looked very professional, wearing a suit and tie. His face was round and serious but even though he lacked a smile she felt his love.

"I'm feeling okay. Thanks for coming." she said. She felt as though she knew this man, as though she had known him all of her life.

"Sweetheart, I was thinking that maybe we could have dinner tonight." he asked.

"I'd love that. Do you want to eat at my place? I could cook us something." she offered.

"That sounds wonderful. I'll go to your apartment at seven. I'll see you then." he said as he walked away.

"Bye." she said as she sat back down in her desk. She saw a short man with a great smile walk by her. "Marshall how have you been?"

"Uh good. Thanks how are you feeling, not that you should be feeling bad, cause you can feel good but if you were, uh, you could tell me, feeling bad I mean, not that you have to, but in case you wanted to, talk to me I mean, well I'm here." he nervously said.

"Thanks Marshall, I'm okay. Where's Dixon?" she asked.

"Excuse me, ma'am, we're about to land." the woman sitting next to her said. She had fallen asleep during the flight to Los Angeles and now they were about to land in the LAX.

"Thank you." Julia said to the woman sitting next to her. The woman was older, most likely in her mid fifties. The woman smiled at her. "You're welcome dear. Have you been to Los Angeles before?"

"No, this is my first time here. I'm here on business." Julia replied.

"That's nice, I'm here to visit my daughter. She's lived here with her husband for almost ten years. You'll love LA." the woman said.

"Thank you. I have a feeling that LA is going be eventful." she said. The woman stood up and said goodbye. Sydney left the plane and picked up her luggage, a small suitcase that held some clothes, and things that might come in handy like wigs and color contacts in case she needed to go into an alias.

She took a cab to a warehouse where she met with her weapons supplier. He gave her keys to a car, guns and money for the hotel. She got into the black Pontiac and drove to the Hilton Hotel. She felt at home in LA. She didn't have to look at the map once, she knew the streets like the back of her hand. It made her wonder why it was that she knew a place so well if she had never been there. A lot of things were strange, she knew things about herself but she didn't have any vivid memories like the dreams she had had lately. She dreamt of people she didn't know, people she had never met. Even so she felt strongly for these people.

She checked into a room and took her suitcase up with her. She opened the file of David Smith. Julia wrote down the address of the college and the classroom where he would be. She changed from her suit into jeans and a t- shirt. She didn't want to stand out too much at the college. She put her gun in her purse and headed out the door.

When she arrived to the college it didn't take her long to find the classroom. It was room 112A. She walked in, David Smith still lecturing his students. David Smith was an older man, he seemed like a strong man. He had gray short hair and blue eyes. He was teaching Spanish. Fifteen minutes after Julia entered he dismissed the class. When all the students left she approached David who was now putting his papers away.

"Did you have a question?" he asked her.

"As a matter of fact I do." Julia replied. "I'm looking for the map that will lead me to the last Rambaldi key."

"I don't know what you're talking about." he replied nervously. He picked up his things and tried to leave but before he could Julia pulled her gun out of her purse and pressed it on his neck.

"Don't play dumb with me. I know you know. If you don't tell me I'll put a bullet through you head. You don't want me to do that now do you?" she said.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, but please don't kill me. I have a family, a wife and two kids, please." he begged.

"Tell me now, I don't have much patience!" she yelled.

"Alright, the map you're looking for belongs to a man named James Bohary. He wears it at all times. It's a small crystal disk, he has it around his neck. That's all I know. I swear!" he cried.

"Don't worry professor the information you just gave me saved you life." Julia said. She hit the back of the professor's neck with the butt of her gun. He was knocked out cold. She put her gun away and as she was heading for the door, a man entered. A man with the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen.

"Sydney." the man said.