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Summary: What if things had gone differently? Irina had not only disappeared but so had a seven year old Sydney, Jack thinks that they are both dead. Irina, now holds control of her own organisation, the IA Sydney works for her and things are about to get alot stranger as identities are unfolding and secrets revealed...
Alias Fanfiction- Mistaken Identity
By Digistorm
Chapter Three – unravelling secrets
UNKNOWN LOCATION, LOS ANGELES
"Julia" stepped off of the private jet and removed her sunglasses from her head, she wanted to see her surroundings properly, she still didn't like the idea of being in the city that held the CIA. It was too much of a risk for her liking, but she knew her mother by now that she did everything for some strange reason.
"Julia, Babe how are you?" Mackenas Cole asked as he stood up from where he had been leaning against his car. 'fantastic, I have to deal with him now, if he calls me pigtails I swear I'll kill him no matter how important he is'. To the intelligence some people thought he was the man, that made Sydney laugh, him the man he had hardly two brain cells.
"Don't call me babe, I'm fine. What are you doing here Cole?" She asked coldly, she never liked him. He was just there to make sure her mother was not caught, although she was sure they would be safer without him, if he was ever caught she was sure his loyalties could be bought.
"To take you to your hotel ofcourse…I thought you would like to travel in style." He said winking as he pointed to her mothers limousine, she never really liked it.
"I do, but that is not what I call style…that is. Thank you." She said giving a man a tip. She stepped over to her personal Ferrari that she had acquired last year and stepped on the gas, leaving a very stunned Cole.
Irina was pacing, she was again worrying about Sydney. She was hours late, she was meant to meet her an hour ago but meant to arrive at the hotel three hours ago. To both she had not shown. When questioned, Cole had merely said she quite rudely left him behind. She couldn't deal with his soppy sulking of being once again rejected by her daughter, when would he put two and two together and get four, Sydney did not like or trust him. She had voiced her opinions on Cole on lots of separate occasions. And still Cole moped around hoping and dreaming that one day Sydney might be interested. Irina knew her daughter, it was never going to happen. Finally she saw out of the corner of her eye the red Ferrari turn around the corner and park. She nodded to Cole and he left the new office.
It was quite similar to her others, business like and simply decorated.
"Mother," Sydney acknowledged getting a coffee, something she got from Jack. Irina found the stuff poison but Sydney almost couldn't live without it.
"Sydney, you are late. Today is not a day to run off, whatever it was. I'm not being nosy, but to ease my curiosity where were you?" Irina asked, she hated to have to question Sydney but Sydney always liked to bait her to. She took a sip and tossed her a file. Irina lifted her eyebrows, was Sydney doing business deals without her knowledge?
"What's this?" Irina asked before taking the file.
"As you were aware I did not like the idea of being so close to the CIA, nor Jack. So I set something up that would help me feel more comfortable." Sydney smiled getting a biscuit. Irina looked at her warily.
"Sydney, I thought we agreed that you would stay out of the way of the CIA. Or were you not present?" Irina asked. She hadn't opened the folder yet.
"No Mom, I remember, I won't go anywhere near the CIA. I have someone on the inside. He is very capable, he works for me, he does not know who I am, he knows me as Julia as does most other people. But what work he does will provide us with a lot of good intel and also put my mind to rest." Sydney smirked, she knew that she would be kicking herself for not thinking it up herself. The past year Irina had found herself noticing Sydney's skills improve, she was always a fantastic agent but she was also starting to come up with very good tactical ideas.
"Good, I suggest we both keep this to our selves, we wouldn't want the CIA to find out they have a mole now would we?" Sydney nodded and smiled, Irina smiled at her too. Her daughter one day would be better than her, and that would be fantastic.
Sydney hated missions like this, retrieval. She had been sent by her mother to retrieve a 'parcel' from a man called Kassinhau. According to intel provided by her mole Kassinhau had important information on 'the man', they had to deal with this before the CIA recovered him. Sydney stood in the shadows of the warehouse waiting for him to arrive, she had parked her car a few streets away as to make it seem that she hadn't arrived yet. She always liked to have the element of surprise, so that she could analyse her enemies before making her move. 'this is a waste of time' she thought, she had been waiting there an hour and he had still not arrived.
Just then a black BMW arrived in the warehouse and a man stepped out. He held a gun that he placed in his waistband. He was tall and had tanned skin, his hair was originally black but thinning and growing grey at its edges. He was skinny, he wore long white trousers and a white shirt. He looked almost like a tourist. As far as he knew he had arranged to meet with the CIA. Before she could make her move he flipped out his cell.
"Hello, they have not shown what should I do?….i know of the situation…yes I remember our deal, the girl for freedom…wait." He said and stopped abruptly when he noticed a shadow on the floor.
"Put the gun on the floor and kick it to me…Now!" The shadow yelled at him.
"Ok, let me just put my phone away." He said before she interrupted and yelled no. She instead told him to chuck the phone over to her and to kick the gun across the floor. He complied knowing that she had a gun aimed at his head.
"Now get on the floor, hands behind your head and with your fingers intertwined." She commanded, he again complied. She walked over to him and hit him out cold with the butt of her gun. She then grabbed a voice modifier and a clone phone from her duffel bag. She connected the clone phone, so that it was untraceable. She then held the voice modifier so that they had no new intel on her.
"Who am I speaking to?" She asked, now with a computers voice. She heard some muttering and whispers and then a clear voice.
"Jack Bristow. Who are you?" He asked, her heart stopped beating for a moment, her father she was talking to him. Two days of arriving and she was already a target, Kassinhau was a trap. He was meant to bring her to them.
"Why don't you tell me Agent Bristow?" She asked smartly avoiding the question.
"Well to be blunt I think you are probably an amateur agent that got shoved into the world of big adult spies and you try to do the best that you can but you are a mere shadow compared to your mentor 'the associate'. She trained you well but you are not as good as your mentor." He said bluntly and coldly. 'the associate, mentor?' She laughed.
"Tell your agency to stop targeting people when you are not in the know as of who they are. You think I am the amateur student of the associate, I am the associate so don't tell me how I got to where I am today when I lived through it. This time I will leave your mole alive, next time you target me I will make sure there is something for you to be wary of Jack Bristow." She said coldly. "Jack, if you or your agency proves to be a nuisance I will make the death of your wife and daughter seem like nothing, I pride myself in learning my enemies Agent Bristow, rule one." She hung up and took a jagged breath, that was harder than expected. Her father had a good poker voice but hers was better. She grabbed Kassinhau by his arms and lugged him into his car and started driving. She switched cars with him once they arrived to her car.
He woke up in a dark room, his hands were tied to a chair. The room was much like a CIA interrogation room, which he had been in only yesterday. He had stroke a deal, provide them with a agent underneath the authority of 'the man'. He was startled when a man walked into the room.
"Hello, Kassinhau I am Agent Cole, we stroke a deal to bring in that woman, which we do not have. We found you unconscious in the warehouse. We would like to know everything." Agent Cole told him.
"A woman turned up, she was waiting in the shadows. She hit me over the head, that is all I remember. She looked familiar though, I don't know…" He left it there. He didn't know anything else.
"Good, right answer. When you wake up contact the real CIA." Agent Cole said and then tranquillised him.
To be continued...
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