A/N Here we are Redemption Chapter 11!!!! This chapter is a lot longer than
all the others b/c well.... just because lol. Please reply and let me know
what you think (something other than nice chapter would be helpful & thanks
for all the great replies so far) tell me what you liked didn't like, you
can speculate, i may or may not answer though lol.
I will tell you that when i was writing the end of this chapter, i was actually crying, mind you part of that could have been due to the traumatic experience i had just been through. Anyone seen the Texas Chainsaw Massacre? I did!
anyways enough of my ramblings............
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Jack surveyed the scene before him, six dead FBI agents, a dozen or so wounded or dead Covenant agents, and Kathryn Sullivan was no where to be found. It was starting to rain. Jack looked up at the black sky turning around in a circle. "She's still here," he said softly.
"What? No, we would have found her?" Vaughn shook his head.
"Give me your phone," Jack held out his hand and took Vaughn's phone from him. "They wouldn't have taken her and left half their men behind." He began dialing a number, "I gave her a cell phone, her bag wasn't upstairs, we'll hope she has it." Holding the phone to his ear, he let it ring repeatedly as they walked around the outside of the house. They stopped at the side, "there," Jack pointed up at a small circular window several stories up. Half the shutter was hanging off.
"You're thinking she went through there?" Weiss asked skeptically.
"She's small, she could have fit," Vaughn agreed. They looked up following the ledge around the house. Jack redialed the cell number. "I hear it," Vaughn said softly. He could hear the faint ringing of Kathryn's cell phone over the high wind and rain. A small amount of debris suddenly fell several feet above them and all three men looked up shining their flashlights.
Kathryn hung from the edge of the roof.
"I'm going up," Vaughn took off. He took the stairs two at a time and climbed out a window on the fourth floor. He slid down the peak and over the edge. "Hey Kit Kat how's it hanging?" he joked. Kathryn looked up at him, but didn't make a move. She hung one handed from a pipe that was slowly loosening from the outside of the house. He held out his hand to her, "take it." She didn't move. "Kathryn take my hand or you will fall." Vaughn blinked the rain out of his eyes and reached his hand down a little further. He couldn't grab her without going over the edge himself. She shook her head and cried out as the pipe pulled farther away from the house.
Vaughn leaned out a little farther to get a better look at her. He shone the flashlight over her. Each time the pipe pulled slightly, her fingers slipped even more. She couldn't hold on much longer. Her left arm hung limply at her side, he figured she must have hurt it, which was why she couldn't grab his hand. "I'm going to have to bring her down," he shouted out to Jack and Eric and sat up. Opening his knapsack he pulled out a harness and slipped it on. He secured one end to the chimney and slid out over the edge of the roof. He was able to get to Kathryn just before the pipe pulled away from the house.
Vaughn slowly lowered them to the ground.
"Is she okay?" Weiss asked.
Vaughn shook his head. "Her arm-"
"Its broken," Jack gently touched her arm. He pulled out his knife and quickly cut off her sleeve. "Take her hand," he asked Weiss who followed his instructions. Jack turned her to face him, she avoided his eyes. "This is going to hurt, but it is necessary." Jack stared right into her eyes. She didn't blink, move or even make a sound as he positioned both hands on her arm and wrenched the bone back into place. "We've got to get her out of here,"
"I want to see Sydney."
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Sydney tossed the burning match into the fireplace and rearranged the logs before she was satisfied and then settled back on the couch. She sipped a glass of red wine savoring the taste of the sweet substance on her lips. She opened her book and found the marked spot. She hadn't been reading for more than a few minutes when there was a knock on her front door. She opened the door and stood there shocked.
"She wanted to see you."
Sydney looked up at her father and then back at Kathryn. Dirt was smudged across her face, bruises were already beginning to show there and on her broken arm. She was soaked through to the bone, shivering in the cold wind. Blood was splattered across her face, and her face was blank devoid of an emotion. "What happened?" She asked her father putting an arm around Kathryn and taking her inside.
"They attacked the safehouse," Jack closed the door after Vaughn and locked it. "Kathryn was the only survivor."
"Syd where's your computer?" Weiss asked. He and Vaughn took off their wet coat and shoes and left them in the hall.
"On the counter," Sydney pointed it out. "There's some towels in the hall closet," Sydney told her father and wrapped a blanket around Kathryn. "Dad she's hurt-"
"I called someone," Jack nodded. "She'll be here soon." He passed some towels to Vaughn and Weiss.
"Jack have a look at this," Eric turned Sydney's laptop to face him. "It's the security feed from the safehouse. Now we know what happened." Jack watched the security tape silently. There was a knock on the door and he closed the computer getting up answer it. Jack drew his gun, signaling for back up from Weiss and Vaughn. He checked the peephole and then opened the door keeping his gun at his side.
"Mr. Bristow?" the woman asked. "Dr. Simon."
"Thank you for coming." Jack put his gun away and directed the doctor to Kathryn. "Sydney, I need to speak with you," Jack motioned her over to the counter.
"Will you sit with her?" she asked Weiss and gave him the warm cloth she'd been using to wipe the blood off Kathryn's face.
"Sure," he took the cloth from her and sat with Kathryn on the sofa as the doctor prepared to bandage her arm.
"Dad, what happened?" Sydney whispered so Kathryn wouldn't hear them. "She's covered in blood, she won't talk and her arm is broken. Why-"
"Sydney, sit down," Jack waited until she sat and then sat beside her. "There are things about Kathryn that I haven't told you yet."
"What? You said-"
"Just listen," Jack squeezed her hand lightly. "I told you that Arvin Sloane, found out about Kathryn shortly after her mother died and he kept an eye on her, that wasn't the entire truth." Jack cleared his throat and glanced up at Sydney, her eyes flashed with anger. "Sloane was planning on recruiting Kathryn to work for SD-6, he'd been training her since, since she was a child."
"What-?" Sydney rubbed her temples. "You're saying that he-Sick!"
"Apparently he found her in the hospital after her mother left. He must have evaluated her, found out about her abilities and her memory capabilities and just watched her for a while. She went into foster care and he started giving her things, paying for lessons, gymnastics, dance, swimming, karate, acting, language, anything.
"She was barely six years old and he already had her future planned." Sydney glanced over at Kathryn. "She's still so young-"
"That's not everything." Jack opened Sydney's computer. "This is the security video from the safehouse." Sydney watched intently. Kathryn was playing chess with Agent Clark, all of the sudden he slumped over the table, a pool of blood forming in over the board. Kathryn stood up knocking the chair over; she got her bag from the bed. The door opened and the masked gunman who had murdered Agent Clark entered. He went for her. Sydney watched open-mouthed as Kathryn fought her attacker like hell gaining control of his tranq-gun and shot him. Three more men came in and Kathryn fought each one before shooting them with the tranq gun. It was the fourth man who had broken her arm. She then slipped through the small oval window, she was already gone when more masked men came in looking for her.
Jack closed the computer, "We couldn't find her, at first we thought they'd taken her, but we found her hanging off the roof, by one hand, Agent Vaughn brought her down right before she fell."
"This is unreal," Sydney shook her head. "She took out four men more than twice her size-"
"Sloane was training her to be a super spy. You were SD-6's top agent; it's clear that he wanted her to be as good as you, if not better. In Bangkok, at first I thought her shooting that guard was a lucky shot, she told me she'd never held a gun before, but I took her to the shooting range."
"And?"
"She's a perfect shot," Jack leaned back in his chair. "My assumption is that she is telling the truth, she was trained in firearms, she just doesn't remember."
"What are you saying that they erased her memory?"
"Possibly, but there is more Sydney."
Sydney swallowed hard glancing over at Kathryn again. The doctor was just finishing. Kathryn now had a cast from the tips of her fingers up past her elbow. She was angry at her father for not telling her about Sloane's involvement in Kathryn's life but part of her understood why he hadn't told her. What else more could there be.
"Paul Sullivan, her father was with the KGB. Sullivan was an alias, Sloane told me his name was Petrov Ravinski, I looked into it and found that it was another alias. His real name is Petrov Khasinau, he's Alexander Khasinau's brother."
"Khasinau's her uncle," Sydney let out a sigh.
"Possibly, thanks," Jack took the coffee Vaughn had poured for them. "But according to Petrov's medical records, an illness when he was a child had left him unable to reproduce. So either he is her father and the records were wrong or Irina used him to protect Kathryn and herself from the real father. The only person who comes to mind--your mother did have a relationship, professional or otherwise with Alexander Khasinau."
"So what you're saying is that Alexander Khasinau could be her father?" Vaughn finished toweling off his hair and then took a sip of his hot coffee.
"Possibly, they know by now that Kathryn doesn't know anything about The Contessa," Jack took a sip from the mug. "At least not that she knows of. So why are they still after her? Either because they know Irina is her mother and assume she must know something, or because of her father. Anyone could be her father, maybe its no one, or maybe its Khasinau, her mother is the only person who can answer that question." He looked over at Kathryn watching her intently. Weiss was attempting to entertain her with some card tricks; the doctor had already left.
Sydney followed his gaze; "it's not right. She never did anything to deserve this."
"No, it's not," Jack stood up. "She hasn't said anything since we found her, only that she wanted to see you."
"She saw a man murdered, right in front of her, she had his blood all over her. I'm not surprised."
Jack stood up and dialed a number on his cell, "I'm going to call Dixon and update him."
Sydney turned to Vaughn and wrapped her arms around his neck, "thank you, thank you so much. If you hadn't been there-"
"Syd, it's okay," he whispered holding her tight against his chest. "She's fine, we're all fine."
"I know," Sydney let go of him smiling apologetically. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, it's just that if you weren't there and she fell-"
"Never apologize," Vaughn hugged her again and kissed the top of her head. "She's fine, and we're going to keep her safe, they won't get to her again, I promise you. Let's go save her from Weiss' stupid card tricks."
"Sure," she laughed and wiped her eyes again. Sydney grabbed a towel and sat on the edge of the sofa, wringing it through Kathryn's hair.
Vaughn held out a mug of hot chocolate to Kathryn, "I made this for you, it'll warm you up." She remained still and didn't move to take it. "I'll just put it on the table-"
"He had a family," her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, it trembled with exhaustion and emotion, but most of all fear. "Agent Clark, he-he had a wife and children. We were just playing chess and all the sudden there was this sound and then he just stopped talking. There was blood everywhere, all over him and me, it was everywhere. I just had to get out of there. His wife had a baby just last month, did you know that?" she looked up at the three agents, a single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Yes we did," Weiss said quietly.
"It was a boy," she smiled. "He was so happy, they have three girls and he was so happy it was a boy. His dad used to take him fishing; he wanted to take his son fishing too. And his oldest daughter, she's twelve she was in her school play last week, she was afraid of forgetting her lines but she never did, she said all of them perfectly. He's teaching his middle daughter how to ride her bike without training wheels, and his youngest.next week is her birthday, she'll be five. She's going to have a Barbie cake and a party and he bought her the Barbie dream house-" Kathryn was crying, she couldn't stop. Her words came out in a jumbled mess of pain, anguish and frustration.
"Shhhh, Katy it's okay," Sydney held Kathryn tightly against her, tears springing to her own eyes. "Everything's going to be alright."
"NO!" She pulled away standing up. "Everything is not going to be alright! Everything is never going to be all right again! What's wrong with you people! Jacob is never going to know his father, and Lucy, might even have a few memories of him. Celeste and Isabelle, they'll be the lucky ones, if they're lucky, they won't forget the way his voice sounded when he walked in the door, or how he used to read them bed time stories at night, or what his after shave smelled like. He was an innocent person! Why did he have to die because of me! WHY!!!!"
"Kathryn, he didn't die because of you-"
"Yes he did! He was protecting me, and he died for it. They were all protecting me and they died, this is all MY fault!" She was on her knees now, not wanting help from Weiss who was just trying to take her hand and help her up. She fought them away her body racked with sobs; even Vaughn had to blink away a tear. "This is all my fault!!!!"
"Kathryn, that's enough," Jack sat on the coffee table and strongly took her hand guiding her towards him. "It was not your fault that those agents died. They were doing their jobs. It was their duty to protect you and you had no control over the outcome. Now you can help so that their deaths were not in vain. I want you to stop crying and to focus, can you do that?"
"Yes," she hiccuped and wiped her eyes with her good her. "Yes," she tried desperately to calm herself.
"I want you to focus, think very hard Kathryn. Are you concentrating?"
"Yes," there was only a small quiver left in her voice now.
"Have you ever heard the name Khasinau before? Alexander or Petrov Khasinau?" Jack gripped her right shoulder tightly. "Think clearly, have you ever heard that name before?"
She was silent for several moments, her respiration shaky and irregular. Finally she spoke.
"Yes." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK!!!!!!!!!!!! Coming Up!! How does Kathryn know Khasinau? and soon she's in for a little hypnotic regression therapy might answer some questions or just create new ones.
I will tell you that when i was writing the end of this chapter, i was actually crying, mind you part of that could have been due to the traumatic experience i had just been through. Anyone seen the Texas Chainsaw Massacre? I did!
anyways enough of my ramblings............
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Jack surveyed the scene before him, six dead FBI agents, a dozen or so wounded or dead Covenant agents, and Kathryn Sullivan was no where to be found. It was starting to rain. Jack looked up at the black sky turning around in a circle. "She's still here," he said softly.
"What? No, we would have found her?" Vaughn shook his head.
"Give me your phone," Jack held out his hand and took Vaughn's phone from him. "They wouldn't have taken her and left half their men behind." He began dialing a number, "I gave her a cell phone, her bag wasn't upstairs, we'll hope she has it." Holding the phone to his ear, he let it ring repeatedly as they walked around the outside of the house. They stopped at the side, "there," Jack pointed up at a small circular window several stories up. Half the shutter was hanging off.
"You're thinking she went through there?" Weiss asked skeptically.
"She's small, she could have fit," Vaughn agreed. They looked up following the ledge around the house. Jack redialed the cell number. "I hear it," Vaughn said softly. He could hear the faint ringing of Kathryn's cell phone over the high wind and rain. A small amount of debris suddenly fell several feet above them and all three men looked up shining their flashlights.
Kathryn hung from the edge of the roof.
"I'm going up," Vaughn took off. He took the stairs two at a time and climbed out a window on the fourth floor. He slid down the peak and over the edge. "Hey Kit Kat how's it hanging?" he joked. Kathryn looked up at him, but didn't make a move. She hung one handed from a pipe that was slowly loosening from the outside of the house. He held out his hand to her, "take it." She didn't move. "Kathryn take my hand or you will fall." Vaughn blinked the rain out of his eyes and reached his hand down a little further. He couldn't grab her without going over the edge himself. She shook her head and cried out as the pipe pulled farther away from the house.
Vaughn leaned out a little farther to get a better look at her. He shone the flashlight over her. Each time the pipe pulled slightly, her fingers slipped even more. She couldn't hold on much longer. Her left arm hung limply at her side, he figured she must have hurt it, which was why she couldn't grab his hand. "I'm going to have to bring her down," he shouted out to Jack and Eric and sat up. Opening his knapsack he pulled out a harness and slipped it on. He secured one end to the chimney and slid out over the edge of the roof. He was able to get to Kathryn just before the pipe pulled away from the house.
Vaughn slowly lowered them to the ground.
"Is she okay?" Weiss asked.
Vaughn shook his head. "Her arm-"
"Its broken," Jack gently touched her arm. He pulled out his knife and quickly cut off her sleeve. "Take her hand," he asked Weiss who followed his instructions. Jack turned her to face him, she avoided his eyes. "This is going to hurt, but it is necessary." Jack stared right into her eyes. She didn't blink, move or even make a sound as he positioned both hands on her arm and wrenched the bone back into place. "We've got to get her out of here,"
"I want to see Sydney."
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Sydney tossed the burning match into the fireplace and rearranged the logs before she was satisfied and then settled back on the couch. She sipped a glass of red wine savoring the taste of the sweet substance on her lips. She opened her book and found the marked spot. She hadn't been reading for more than a few minutes when there was a knock on her front door. She opened the door and stood there shocked.
"She wanted to see you."
Sydney looked up at her father and then back at Kathryn. Dirt was smudged across her face, bruises were already beginning to show there and on her broken arm. She was soaked through to the bone, shivering in the cold wind. Blood was splattered across her face, and her face was blank devoid of an emotion. "What happened?" She asked her father putting an arm around Kathryn and taking her inside.
"They attacked the safehouse," Jack closed the door after Vaughn and locked it. "Kathryn was the only survivor."
"Syd where's your computer?" Weiss asked. He and Vaughn took off their wet coat and shoes and left them in the hall.
"On the counter," Sydney pointed it out. "There's some towels in the hall closet," Sydney told her father and wrapped a blanket around Kathryn. "Dad she's hurt-"
"I called someone," Jack nodded. "She'll be here soon." He passed some towels to Vaughn and Weiss.
"Jack have a look at this," Eric turned Sydney's laptop to face him. "It's the security feed from the safehouse. Now we know what happened." Jack watched the security tape silently. There was a knock on the door and he closed the computer getting up answer it. Jack drew his gun, signaling for back up from Weiss and Vaughn. He checked the peephole and then opened the door keeping his gun at his side.
"Mr. Bristow?" the woman asked. "Dr. Simon."
"Thank you for coming." Jack put his gun away and directed the doctor to Kathryn. "Sydney, I need to speak with you," Jack motioned her over to the counter.
"Will you sit with her?" she asked Weiss and gave him the warm cloth she'd been using to wipe the blood off Kathryn's face.
"Sure," he took the cloth from her and sat with Kathryn on the sofa as the doctor prepared to bandage her arm.
"Dad, what happened?" Sydney whispered so Kathryn wouldn't hear them. "She's covered in blood, she won't talk and her arm is broken. Why-"
"Sydney, sit down," Jack waited until she sat and then sat beside her. "There are things about Kathryn that I haven't told you yet."
"What? You said-"
"Just listen," Jack squeezed her hand lightly. "I told you that Arvin Sloane, found out about Kathryn shortly after her mother died and he kept an eye on her, that wasn't the entire truth." Jack cleared his throat and glanced up at Sydney, her eyes flashed with anger. "Sloane was planning on recruiting Kathryn to work for SD-6, he'd been training her since, since she was a child."
"What-?" Sydney rubbed her temples. "You're saying that he-Sick!"
"Apparently he found her in the hospital after her mother left. He must have evaluated her, found out about her abilities and her memory capabilities and just watched her for a while. She went into foster care and he started giving her things, paying for lessons, gymnastics, dance, swimming, karate, acting, language, anything.
"She was barely six years old and he already had her future planned." Sydney glanced over at Kathryn. "She's still so young-"
"That's not everything." Jack opened Sydney's computer. "This is the security video from the safehouse." Sydney watched intently. Kathryn was playing chess with Agent Clark, all of the sudden he slumped over the table, a pool of blood forming in over the board. Kathryn stood up knocking the chair over; she got her bag from the bed. The door opened and the masked gunman who had murdered Agent Clark entered. He went for her. Sydney watched open-mouthed as Kathryn fought her attacker like hell gaining control of his tranq-gun and shot him. Three more men came in and Kathryn fought each one before shooting them with the tranq gun. It was the fourth man who had broken her arm. She then slipped through the small oval window, she was already gone when more masked men came in looking for her.
Jack closed the computer, "We couldn't find her, at first we thought they'd taken her, but we found her hanging off the roof, by one hand, Agent Vaughn brought her down right before she fell."
"This is unreal," Sydney shook her head. "She took out four men more than twice her size-"
"Sloane was training her to be a super spy. You were SD-6's top agent; it's clear that he wanted her to be as good as you, if not better. In Bangkok, at first I thought her shooting that guard was a lucky shot, she told me she'd never held a gun before, but I took her to the shooting range."
"And?"
"She's a perfect shot," Jack leaned back in his chair. "My assumption is that she is telling the truth, she was trained in firearms, she just doesn't remember."
"What are you saying that they erased her memory?"
"Possibly, but there is more Sydney."
Sydney swallowed hard glancing over at Kathryn again. The doctor was just finishing. Kathryn now had a cast from the tips of her fingers up past her elbow. She was angry at her father for not telling her about Sloane's involvement in Kathryn's life but part of her understood why he hadn't told her. What else more could there be.
"Paul Sullivan, her father was with the KGB. Sullivan was an alias, Sloane told me his name was Petrov Ravinski, I looked into it and found that it was another alias. His real name is Petrov Khasinau, he's Alexander Khasinau's brother."
"Khasinau's her uncle," Sydney let out a sigh.
"Possibly, thanks," Jack took the coffee Vaughn had poured for them. "But according to Petrov's medical records, an illness when he was a child had left him unable to reproduce. So either he is her father and the records were wrong or Irina used him to protect Kathryn and herself from the real father. The only person who comes to mind--your mother did have a relationship, professional or otherwise with Alexander Khasinau."
"So what you're saying is that Alexander Khasinau could be her father?" Vaughn finished toweling off his hair and then took a sip of his hot coffee.
"Possibly, they know by now that Kathryn doesn't know anything about The Contessa," Jack took a sip from the mug. "At least not that she knows of. So why are they still after her? Either because they know Irina is her mother and assume she must know something, or because of her father. Anyone could be her father, maybe its no one, or maybe its Khasinau, her mother is the only person who can answer that question." He looked over at Kathryn watching her intently. Weiss was attempting to entertain her with some card tricks; the doctor had already left.
Sydney followed his gaze; "it's not right. She never did anything to deserve this."
"No, it's not," Jack stood up. "She hasn't said anything since we found her, only that she wanted to see you."
"She saw a man murdered, right in front of her, she had his blood all over her. I'm not surprised."
Jack stood up and dialed a number on his cell, "I'm going to call Dixon and update him."
Sydney turned to Vaughn and wrapped her arms around his neck, "thank you, thank you so much. If you hadn't been there-"
"Syd, it's okay," he whispered holding her tight against his chest. "She's fine, we're all fine."
"I know," Sydney let go of him smiling apologetically. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, it's just that if you weren't there and she fell-"
"Never apologize," Vaughn hugged her again and kissed the top of her head. "She's fine, and we're going to keep her safe, they won't get to her again, I promise you. Let's go save her from Weiss' stupid card tricks."
"Sure," she laughed and wiped her eyes again. Sydney grabbed a towel and sat on the edge of the sofa, wringing it through Kathryn's hair.
Vaughn held out a mug of hot chocolate to Kathryn, "I made this for you, it'll warm you up." She remained still and didn't move to take it. "I'll just put it on the table-"
"He had a family," her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, it trembled with exhaustion and emotion, but most of all fear. "Agent Clark, he-he had a wife and children. We were just playing chess and all the sudden there was this sound and then he just stopped talking. There was blood everywhere, all over him and me, it was everywhere. I just had to get out of there. His wife had a baby just last month, did you know that?" she looked up at the three agents, a single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Yes we did," Weiss said quietly.
"It was a boy," she smiled. "He was so happy, they have three girls and he was so happy it was a boy. His dad used to take him fishing; he wanted to take his son fishing too. And his oldest daughter, she's twelve she was in her school play last week, she was afraid of forgetting her lines but she never did, she said all of them perfectly. He's teaching his middle daughter how to ride her bike without training wheels, and his youngest.next week is her birthday, she'll be five. She's going to have a Barbie cake and a party and he bought her the Barbie dream house-" Kathryn was crying, she couldn't stop. Her words came out in a jumbled mess of pain, anguish and frustration.
"Shhhh, Katy it's okay," Sydney held Kathryn tightly against her, tears springing to her own eyes. "Everything's going to be alright."
"NO!" She pulled away standing up. "Everything is not going to be alright! Everything is never going to be all right again! What's wrong with you people! Jacob is never going to know his father, and Lucy, might even have a few memories of him. Celeste and Isabelle, they'll be the lucky ones, if they're lucky, they won't forget the way his voice sounded when he walked in the door, or how he used to read them bed time stories at night, or what his after shave smelled like. He was an innocent person! Why did he have to die because of me! WHY!!!!"
"Kathryn, he didn't die because of you-"
"Yes he did! He was protecting me, and he died for it. They were all protecting me and they died, this is all MY fault!" She was on her knees now, not wanting help from Weiss who was just trying to take her hand and help her up. She fought them away her body racked with sobs; even Vaughn had to blink away a tear. "This is all my fault!!!!"
"Kathryn, that's enough," Jack sat on the coffee table and strongly took her hand guiding her towards him. "It was not your fault that those agents died. They were doing their jobs. It was their duty to protect you and you had no control over the outcome. Now you can help so that their deaths were not in vain. I want you to stop crying and to focus, can you do that?"
"Yes," she hiccuped and wiped her eyes with her good her. "Yes," she tried desperately to calm herself.
"I want you to focus, think very hard Kathryn. Are you concentrating?"
"Yes," there was only a small quiver left in her voice now.
"Have you ever heard the name Khasinau before? Alexander or Petrov Khasinau?" Jack gripped her right shoulder tightly. "Think clearly, have you ever heard that name before?"
She was silent for several moments, her respiration shaky and irregular. Finally she spoke.
"Yes." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK!!!!!!!!!!!! Coming Up!! How does Kathryn know Khasinau? and soon she's in for a little hypnotic regression therapy might answer some questions or just create new ones.