A/N: I couldn't get the second part of this epilogue quite right so I'm just gonna split it up. I figured that posting half is better than posting nothing while I edit the second part into oblivion, lol.

Epilogue Part One: Bind them with fury

They came for her on a Wednesday.

In the back of her mind she always knew that this was a possibility. She was no longer part of SD-6 or the CIA, but she was still Jack Bristow and Irina Derevko's daughter.

They didn't expect her to fight back.

Or most likely, they didn't expect her to have the skills to fight back.

This body she came back to had lacked the muscle conditioning, the scars, the history it used to have, but she still had her memory.

So, she'd made a point of retraining her body and rebuilding muscle, armed with those memories. She rotated through dojos. She sought out masters in various fighting styles. And she sparred with the best of the best wherever she could find them, because the most important lesson she'd ever gotten from an instructor was on muscle memory:

Don't think about the action; Let the action help you think.

So, she didn't just train to re-learn her old skills. She trained to re-embed the muscle memory, until it was second nature all over again.

Her movements were efficient, tidy and just short of deadly. The men that attacked her didn't stand a chance. They didn't know what hit them, nearly literally.

They were expecting an amateur but encountered an expert and by the time they realized it, they were already in pain.

Once they were dispatched, Sydney moved towards the waiting van and took out the second wave who were just moving in to assist. She turned when she heard a car heading quickly in her direction, picked up the gun of the assailant closest to her and positioned herself with the van as a shield, aiming without pulling the trigger.

Jack Bristow came speeding into the parking lot to discover his daughter just lowering the weapon she had directed at him, with a cluster of men in various degrees of unconsciousness at her feet.

He climbed out of the car quickly, seeing her stance relax in degrees. "You're ok" he said in relief as he gathered her close.

"It's ok dad. You know I can handle myself" she answered, recognizing that her father needed the reassurance.

That was true, Jack noted, looking around. The problem was that now the CIA would know it too.

oOo

~*This woman here depicted…*~