Ch. 5 Analysis

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"As the truck brushed past me, I stuck one of Marshall's tracking devices on it. So hopefully they didn't switch vehicles," Sydney told Vaughn, Marshall, Nadia, Weiss, and Dixon having recapped the chase and kidnaping of Juliet Donahue.

"I'll start looking for the truck," said Marshall tapping commands into his computer." In the mean time, Vaughn, what was Madame Tewksbury talking to you about?"

" She is convinced that Juliet is my daughter," said Vaughn. " And maybe she's right. We have the same eyes."

"I know that you really want to be a dad, Mike," said Weiss. "But a lot of people have green eyes."

"Looking at her eyes was like looking at my own in the mirror, Eric,"replied Vaughn.

"What I find kind of odd, " said Nadia. "Well not necessarily odd, but rather peculiar, is Juliet's middle name. Vanessa Brista. Vanessa is a common name in Europe, but Brista is very unheard of."

"I was thinking the same thing," said Dixon. "It is almost as if her middle name is a key of some sort. Vanessa Brista sounds a lot like–"

"Vaughn Bristow," interjected Weiss. "Call me strange, Syd, but isn't your dad's middle name Donahue?"

"If you focus on her middle and last names," said Marshall. "All of it points back to Syd, Vaughn, and Mr. Bristow. Or she could be a Derevko."

"Or she could be a Derevko? Marshall be serious here," said Sydney.

"What?" said Marshall. "It is a legit assumption."

"He does have a point," said Weiss. "When all else fails guess Derevko."

Sydney gave Weiss a pointed look before saying,

"Nadia, what did you and Eric find in her flat as you set up surveillance?"

"Juliet lives in flat 47 of the High Street Flat Complex. She lives with two other people and a small child," Nadia replied.

"Do we have names?" asked Dixon.

"Yes," said Weiss. "These were obtained by looking at addressed mail: Juliet Donahue, Charles "Charlie" Saitz, and Greta Crietz. The child's name is Margaret, who she belongs to is unknown."

"Juliet and Charlie both work for Wohel and Bruni," supplied Marshall. "Charlie is a Lawyer and Juliet is a paralegal."

"Do you have a lead yet?" snapped Vaughn.

"Testy a bit Mike?" said Weiss.

"She may be my daughter, and she is currently missing! We saw her be kidnaped, so yes I'm a bit testy," replied Vaughn pinching the bridge of his nose as to ward off a headache.

"If this is too personal Agent Vaughn, then I suggest that you consider withdrawing," said Dixon.

"No," said Vaughn. "I'm staying. I'll keep my emotions in check."

"So if you're her dad, Mike, than who's her mum?" Weiss asked a few moments later.

"I've got a location," said Marshall before Vaughn could respond.

"Good," said Sydney. "Weiss, Dixon and I will make the initial rescue. Vaughn, you, Nadia and Marshall are back up. Let's go."

When Juliet came to, she found herself unable to move. She opened her eyes then quickly shut them as she was greeted with a searing pain and unbearable heat. Forcing her eyes open, she found herself gagged and bound indefinitely to a sturdy wooden chair in an abandoned aluminum trailer. There was a strong smell of gasoline in the air and thick acidic smoke filled the room as it burst into flames. She jerked her arms and legs outward but the wood remained intact and the metal and rope only bit deeper into her wrists and ankles. It was becoming harder to breathe and the metal was beginning to heat up. Juliet jerked her body again and wound up with the same results.

"Ladybird, ladybird come in,"came a faint whispering of her com link that had been long forgotten. "Babushka to Ladybird, do you read me..." Juliet coughed weakly in response.

"She's alive!" said the woman called Babushka back at hidden headquarters.

"I've got a lock on Ladybird's position," a man called Mercutio said. "She is in the outskirts of Salzburg."

"Assemble a team," said Babushka. "And take a medic."

"Affirmative," said Mercutio. "Baptista, Rozencrantz, Paris, you're with me. Let's go. Mercutio to Hangers requesting rescue jet."

"Be careful, Ladybird said in an earlier transmission that her frequency was not secure. Others may be gridded," warned Babushka.

"Ye, Ma'm," said Mercutio. "Let's move out team."