When I heard that Syd had been rescued, I was so happy. My daughter was
safe. Well, as safe as any double agent can ever be. They also told me her
new alias, which is Chloe Hewlett, but it's not going to last for long.
Once she gets back to the states, SD-6 will have her under constant
surveillance.
So, she's still not free of them. She'll have to go back to work for them. Back to working as a double agent again. Most people think that I'm incorrigible, a hardened agent who cares little what other people think and do. That's not true. I care a great deal what my daughter thinks. I just try- and succeed, most of the time- not to let my feelings show. I've been doing it that long, it's become part of me.
I let my daughter, the only person I truly care for now, join SD-6. True, I didn't know until she'd joined and had finished her training, but I could have warned her about their true nature when I found out what her new job was. Letting her be captured on a mission again was an unconscionable thing to do.
Without sounding melodramatic, I could have protected her much better. I pushed her away as a teenager, because I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought that it would keep her safe. But in retrospect, it turned out to be the wrong thing to do. By pushing her away, I pushed her into the arms of the enemies.
My daughter is a paradox to me. She can beat a man twice her size in any fight, but she's also vulnerable. She gets close to people. And if they are killed or hurt, it hurts her. That hurt, in turn, finds its way back to me. Some days, she comes into meetings and she's injured. A bruise here, a cut there. It's never much, but it's enough for me to worry about her. A few times, she's looked bruised on the inside.
Up until now, I've never said anything, confident that Sydney is strong enough to cope with. well, the life she now has to lead. But, when she comes back, I intend to have a good long talk to her. After all, it's the least I can do
So, she's still not free of them. She'll have to go back to work for them. Back to working as a double agent again. Most people think that I'm incorrigible, a hardened agent who cares little what other people think and do. That's not true. I care a great deal what my daughter thinks. I just try- and succeed, most of the time- not to let my feelings show. I've been doing it that long, it's become part of me.
I let my daughter, the only person I truly care for now, join SD-6. True, I didn't know until she'd joined and had finished her training, but I could have warned her about their true nature when I found out what her new job was. Letting her be captured on a mission again was an unconscionable thing to do.
Without sounding melodramatic, I could have protected her much better. I pushed her away as a teenager, because I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought that it would keep her safe. But in retrospect, it turned out to be the wrong thing to do. By pushing her away, I pushed her into the arms of the enemies.
My daughter is a paradox to me. She can beat a man twice her size in any fight, but she's also vulnerable. She gets close to people. And if they are killed or hurt, it hurts her. That hurt, in turn, finds its way back to me. Some days, she comes into meetings and she's injured. A bruise here, a cut there. It's never much, but it's enough for me to worry about her. A few times, she's looked bruised on the inside.
Up until now, I've never said anything, confident that Sydney is strong enough to cope with. well, the life she now has to lead. But, when she comes back, I intend to have a good long talk to her. After all, it's the least I can do