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Authors note: Thanks go to phi4858 once again for constant support, hopefully you will enjoy the rest of this story as I am getting to the point now, thanks.
BACK IN LOS ANGELES.
She didn't break her stride as she stepped out into Californian sunshine.
Somehow her mind had already dissociated LA as home, She knew that once she had done what she had came for she could never come back here.
She wouldn't miss it though, Without Danny, Without Will, Francie, Vaughn or her father it was just a place. It would never be anything more than a destination on a departures board in some anonymous airport.
She booked into a modest hotel under an Alias, She couldn't bring herself to go back to her apartment for fear that she wouldn't go through with this, that she would crumble under the pressure of her own self image, Sydney Bristow was strong and morel, Sydney Bristow wasn't a cold blooded killer. It was a subtle form of self-delusion, signing in as an alias. It made an assignment, it was work, and it wasn't personal.
She smiled absently to herself. She had wondered recently how close to insanity she was and now she was sure she didn't want to know.
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She slipped into the darkness of the house with ease; this was what she was made for, the product of the union between two agents prized but their respective governments. Years of training having honed hereditary gifts to the point of perfection.
She noted the soft light slipping under the study door and knew that's where he would be, sat casually at the desk inside, as if he had the right to still breath in the same air as her.
She pushed the study door open slowly the 9mm Beretta in her hand held combat style in front of her.
He looked up at her entrance; if he was shocked to see her it didn't reach his expression.
"Hello Sydney" He greeted with a casual nonchalance that made her want to reach over and smash his smug face into the desk.
Ahh but who is it? Think you know, let me know.
RAVEN