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Chapter Six:
A Want for Answers

"How are we going to do this?" Vaughn questioned Sydney as she started up her laptop. "Not even the CIA has any idea ofyour mother's whereabouts."

"When I returned from those two years, Dad told me how he collaborated with my mother in his search for me. He told me about the standard procedure that they used to make contact."

"But that was nearly six and a half years ago. Do you really think they'd be still using the same procedure?"

Sydney shrugged. "Who knows, but it is the only lead we have to finding mum and she is our only chance at discovering what the CIA is hiding from us."

They lapsed into silence as Sydney began typing.

Mozart182: Distinguished composer looking for music lover.

To her surprise Irina replied almost automatically.

Handel4me: Back so soon Jack?"

Sydney looked up at Vaughn. How recently was her father conversing with her mother, and just what exactly were they talking about?

Mozart182: Mum, it's Sydney.

Handel4me: Does your father know about this?"

Mozart182: No. I need your help.

Handel4me: In regards to what?"

Mozart182: Why you didn't want to inform me about the existence of my child?

Handel4me: I heard that you found her.

Mozart182: Answer my question.

Handel4me: Now is not the time.

Mozart182: Mum, I need to know.

Handel4me: You will be informed in due course.

Sydney went to type back a reply but was stopped when the screen in front of her suddenly scrambled and turned to black. Frustrated she slammed the laptop shut.

"Damn!" She pounded her fist against the top of the computer.

"Syd," Vaughn put a hand on her shoulder. "Come on. It's not the computer's fault."

Despite her anger and frustration, Sydney felt herself smile, and soon was laughing.

"Thank you," she said, standing up and wrapping her arms around Vaughn.

"For what?" he asked.

"For keeping me sane."

Sydney was escorted straight to the van, and as soon as she was seated in the back, the agents started to chain her ankles. Looking up she saw a serious faced Vaughn sitting opposite her.

"Vaughn!" she gasped.

"Sydney," he started, "listen—"

He was stopped when Evans started to speak over him. "Pursuant to national security, directive 18A, you are now in the custody of the federal government."

Sydney looked back and forth between Vaughn and Evans. "What the hell is going on?"

"I promise we'll figure this out." Vaughn said as Sydney was handcuffed.

"What about the code key we found? What happened?"

"The CIA had the same key." Vaughn told her. "They broke the Rambaldi code correctly."

"What!"

"Those medical tests you took, they were looking to match three specific anomalies Rambaldi mentioned: DNA sequencing, platelet levels and the size of your heart." Vaughn explained. "You match all three."

Sydney looked at him for a second. "So what does the prophecy say?"

Evans began reciting from memory. "This woman here depicted will posses unseen marks. Signs that she will be the one to bring forth my works. Bind them with fury, a burning anger unless prevented at vulgar cost this woman will render the greatest power unto utter desolation."

Sydney opened her eyes and was disorientated for a few seconds. This wasn't her and Vaughn's bed, or their room for that matter.

But then it hit- everything that had been going on, and most importantly the dream that she had just had. Throwing the covers off, Sydney got out of the bed and headed towards the door.

"Syd?" Vaughn mumbled groggily. "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing," she whispered. "Just go back to sleep."

"Yeah, like that's going to happen," he muttered to himself as Sydney disappeared out the door. Still half asleep, he dragged himself out of bed. 'Just find out what she is doing and then go back to sleep,' he told himself.

When he got out there, Sydney was already seated at Weiss's kitchen bench, writing furiously in a piece of paper.

"Syd, what's up?"

Still continuing to write, Sydney replied. "I just thought that maybe there was something between the lines. Something that was missed or misunderstood."

Coming up behind her, Vaughn looked over her shoulder. Her familiar scrawl was all over the paper.

Unseen marks…to bring forth my works…Mount Sebacio…burning anger…greatest power…?…unto utter desolation…

"Sydney." Vaughn sat on the stool next to hers and gently removed the pen from her hand. "This isn't going to help. If what they were hiding had to do with the Prophecy, they would have already told you. There would be nothing to hide from you. Why don't you just come back to bed and get some sleep?"

Sydney suddenly looked up at him with wide eyes. "The Prophecy. I already know about it, so there's nothing to hide."

"Sydney, I just said that."

"The second coming," Sydney muttered, standing up. "We know that Ana is what Rambaldi believers think is his second coming. The Prophecy tells us this, which means what the CIA is hiding has nothing to do with the Prophecy."

Vaughn rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ascertain just exactly where Sydney was heading with this. It didn't help that he still felt half- asleep.

"They did make another discovery." Sydney stopped short. "Wait, do you remember what my father said today?"

"Uh…yes."

"Do you remember exactly what was said?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure I got the gist of the conversation."

"He said we'd be informed when the time was right. That we would be told about everything that involves the two of us."

"Syd, I don't understand what you are saying."

"Vaughn, this isn't just about me. There is more to this than the Chosen One and second comings. For some reason, the CIA thinks that you are involved somehow."

"But just how can I be involved in this?" Vaughn asked. "Besides the fact that I'm married to you."

Sydney sat back down. "I have no idea. I know it sounds crazy and preposterous…but you remember that photo of her, don't you? You remember looking into her eyes and seeing your own, don't you?"

Vaughn nodded. "You want to raise it with Kendall?"

Sydney smiled slightly. "I don't care if we waltz in there tomorrow and sound insane. We deserve some answers and I will do anything to get them."

Kendall sighed heavily, causing Sydney to stop in the middle of her spiel. Glancing at Vaughn, who was seated beside her, she watched as he gave her an encouraging nod.

"Look, Agent Kendall. I know this sounds mad—"

"It's not." Kendall interrupted.

Sydney blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Well, yes it does sound mad, but it's not."

Vaughn looked at him hard. "I don't understand."

"About a year ago, the CIA made another Rambaldi related discovery. I've been tossing up when, or even if, I should tell you." He paused and Vaughn seized his chance.

"I think you can respect the fact that Sydney and I do not appreciate being kept out of the loop- especially when it concerns us. So whatever the CIA is hiding, now is the time to tell us."

"Ok," Kendall sat back in his seat. "The reason that this child, the second coming, shares a resemblance to you, Vaughn, is because, in a way, you are her father."