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Author's note: Hi I figured I better post a couple of chapters to make up for my laziness recently.
Prague, Czech Republic.
She'd wasted no time with booking a flight and by the following evening she was landing at Ruzyni. She rented a car and headed northwest to the city centre.
Her Czech contact like many others existed outside of the CIA connections she held, Her father had always told her the importance off maintaining certain safeguards. She had since her time as Julia Thorne come to understand the benefit of outside assistance.
Since her fathers murder she had inherited more than the will reading had indicated, as well as the things that could be trusted to a lawyer to dispense, there had been a simple white envelope her name in her fathers concise handwriting on the front.
To the outside observer it would have been a brief but fatherly goodbye to his child, however to Sydney it spoke of more, the hidden meaning leading her to a safety deposit box in Geneva that held contacts, keys and maps to half a dozen safe houses and an account number that when she checked held a not so small fortune.
She booked into the four seasons; she was supposed to be on vacation so she picked a pricey but gorgeous double suite with a beautiful view of the Vitava River.
Sark must have let himself in while she was in the shower, because he stood against the fall to ceiling windows looking out across the river.
"It's nice isn't it" She moved to stand next him, close enough to be touching but separated by a greater distance.
"I always quite liked it here" He said distantly, she saw his sad smile reflected in the glass. His eyes briefly flicking up to meet hers in mutual understanding, then they were back on the view but somehow distant, remembering another time. She left him there and went to plug in her laptop. She left a comment on the Elvis lives bulletin board.
"I saw the king yesterday in a star bucks in Memphis, he was drinking a non fat latte" Sark appeared behind her to read what she had typed.
"It always amazes me how random these are sometimes, I mean I don't mean to insult your intelligence but the CIA is probably so busy looking for these stupid coded messages that you could just put, Hey there want to meet for some secret spy business and they wouldn't even realise" He mocked with a dry chuckle.
"Yeah, thanks for that insight, guess we know why you ended up in CIA custody" She shot back, Earning herself a smirk.
She knew there wouldn't be an immediate reply and she was tired.
"I'm going to bed, there won't be an reply yet," She stated matter-of-factly. He got up and headed back to the window.
"I'm just going it stay here a while and enjoy the view" He said a distance in his voice again.
"Night" He added to her retreating back as she closed the door of the bedroom.
Despite her tiredness she found it difficult to drift off. Her mind buzzing over with anticipation of a response to her message. Sark had been right she needed "Closure" on the matter of her father's death and now laid staring at the ceiling of her 542 Euro a night suite all she could think of was what she would do to her fathers murderer when she found them.
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Cheers,
RAVEN