Chapter 12 – Embarrassment
It's not easy being an international terrorist's child.
But try being a terrorist's child when you're a C.I.A agent.
And especially when the terrorist who is your parent.
Is Irina Derevko.
For the majority of the time my mother was in custody. I managed to contain the information about the connection between us.
Only a select few knew.
Her guards, Weiss, Vaughn. Vicki Crane, the first person to interrogate her. Barnett and a few miscellaneous people who had attended one of the many briefings where she was.
The only other people who know were my father and Kendall.
The rest were clueless.
Most of them thought that I had been assigned to her because of SD-6.
But these were the ones that were actually told that she was there.
For a few junior agents, they didn't even know she was even a prisoner.
It was working out so well, until she helped shut down Echelon down to Sloane.
Until she was brought into the operations centre.
Irina is lead through the operations centre. Her hands shackled. Marshals dotted all around her.
The rest of their agents stop, stare her. All of them knowing what she is capable of. What she has done. But still the fear came out. Regardless of her being a prisoner of theirs they are still scared.
She walks towards the computer where Jack, Sydney and Kendall are waiting.
She puts her hands out and waits to have the handcuffs removed. With that she sits down and speaks.
"I'll need to send an access code."
"How will we know you're not signalling your operation?" Kendall asks
"You won't." She replies.
Kendall looks at Jack before uttering two simple words
"Do it"
So she does.
You see, everyone was debriefed about her.
Devlin decided that they should be prepared. So they got the full story
My life history, my connection to her.
So the truth was out there.
Everyone started to look. Their was talking behind my back, laughter as well.
I'm not sure if it was aimed at me or her.
But know they know about her and me.
I have changed in their eyes.
All that they knew about me has change according to them.
All that I have done.
Has changed.
It's like a personality change has just happened.
One that only they see.
The thing is they are wrong.
I'll still be Sydney Anne Bristow, no matter who my mother was.
My personality is nothing to do with her.
It's to do with my experiences, the ones I had when she was their and the ones after she was gone.
It's like they think that terrorism is a genetic trait that is inherited.
A load of problems causes by her just being my mother.
But even what that happen.
I still think that I kind of loved her.
R:N: Another update! This is quick for me. They idea came and it just flowed from there.
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Ta. Smasher