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Mistaken Identity

By Digistorm

Chapter Four – Friend or Foe?

LOS ANGELES, CIA OFFICE

Julian Sark had been given the opportunity to work in Los Angeles with the CIA, whilst under the authority of MI6. He loved his job. The thrill, the excitement but most of all he enjoyed the uncertainty of it. One moment he could be in his home in London waiting anxiously for the phone call and the next any destination in the world: Rome, Paris, New York, Zurich, Egypt, Moscow, absolutely anywhere. Today he was in a warehouse waiting for his contact.

He had found a contact that supposedly knew the identity of 'the associate'. She was supposed to be one of the best kept identities in the intelligence world today, along with 'the man' ofcourse. Although the CIA and MI6 thought they knew who 'the man' was, although he doubted that 'the man' would allow 'the associate's' identity to be more guarded than his known. Unless ofcourse they were related…if he could learn the associate's identity it shouldn't be too hard to reveal the identity of 'the man'. His trail of thought was lost as a man walked through the cage in the warehouse.

Sark almost choked on his steaming coffee as the identity of his contact was revealed…it was Adrian Lazerey, his long lost deceiving father. Ofcourse, Julian doubted that he knew that he was his son. He would play this out, see what came of it.

"Michael Sark? What is my codename? I hope you appreciate how dangerous this is for me.." Adrian trailed off realising he was chatting. They had business to do.

"Yes, I am Michael Sark. Your codename would be St. Aidan. So what information have you got for me…and what would your price be?" Sark asked warily. Adrian seemed to be scrutinising every detail of him, it unnerved him somewhat.

"You seek the identity of the associate, I can not give you that…I simply do not wish to but I do not doubt that you will reveal it eventually then only time will tell. I simply want to warn you…the woman you seek is important to all parties." He breathed as if contemplating whether or not to continue. "She is somewhat an enigma for all…she is in the middle of a web of lies and carefully guarded secrets. She has value to The IA, the CIA, the FBI, the MI6, and every other intelligence agency. When you do find her identity guard it, don't share it. Keep it secret…otherwise it will come back to haunt you. And that, my son, would be…lets say unwise." And with that his father disappeared out the back entrance again.

Sark didn't know what to feel, happy, angry or plain frustrated. He supposed he was a bit of everything, happy that he had known he was his son after all these years, angry that he did not provide him with the identity of the associate and frustrated that he was only left with more riddles.

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Sydney had just got confirmation from her mole that they had indeed classed the finding of the identity of 'the associate' top priority. This was not what she wanted to happen. If the CIA were to target her then surely so would other top intelligence agencies. Especially the KGB, they had their own fascination with the IA, as several leading agents had joined to become financial backers for its works.

Apart from this recent progress she was now sat in the middle of a bank that was being held hostage. One might think she had something to do with it, but unfortunately not. She was merely trying to access some particular funds of hers when two masked idiots raided the bank. They were trying to gain access to the vault in the back room, they had the wrong equipment. They were definitely amateurs. Suddenly outside the noise of police sirens increased and the skidding of their warm tires could be heard. The cavalry had arrived great. They would have been better of raiding the bank than setting up shop outside waiting for them to surrender. This could take a while, and time was not something she had. In three hours she was flying to Moscow to meet up with a family friend, Adrian Lazerey.

"Doug, what should we do now? You got us into this mess, you get us out." Guy #1 said dramatically.

"Right, every hour unless we get access out of here someone dies. She's first." Guy #2 pointed to Sydney. 'Just delightful.' She thought silently.

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Ten minutes later she was outside by the entrance to the building, being held around the neck while his free arm was holding his gun to her head. It wasn't very comfortable, especially since the media had arrived with cameras. She was live on the one o'clock news. This should go down well with her mother. So much for keeping out of the way of the CIA, there was an officer from the company sat right by the first cop car holding his gun shouting orders. Just as she felt the slight click in the barrel of the beretta that was held securely against her temple, she knew that he was preparing to shoot. In just a few seconds the gun would go off and she would be dead, she couldn't let that happen. She stomped down on his foot, the grip on her neck loosened and she was able to break away. She turned and grabbed his arm and twisted it, letting it break. The gun dropped to the floor, she grabbed it and shot the second guy in his right leg making him fall to the ground in pain. Both men were on the ground in pain and both were securely captured. There was no way they were escaping.

Before she knew what was happening the CIA agent was approaching her, he was tall and had grey hair. His eyes were old as if they had seen too much in their lifetime. She estimated that he was in his late fifties, early sixties. He was obviously very able and was still on field missions. He wore his security badge around his neck.

"Hello, I'm Agent Bristow. That was quite impressive. Where did you learn that?" He asked. 'agent Bristow' could this really be her father.

"I take self defence classes, you never know who someone really is. I'm Anita Walton, nice meeting you Agent Bristow but could I please go home. It's not everyday you are taken hostage by two idiots in masks." She smiled and left him stood looking at the two men. She smirked as she walked away and noticed her mother waiting in a red car. She climbed in and was unnerved to notice she was not alone.

To be continued…

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