AN: Spoilers for 30 Seconds. Read at your own risk.
I didn't get into this business to play it safe. I knew that this life of killing, stealing and international mayhem would get me killed some day. I just didn't think it would happen so soon. To be honest, I'd started to feel invincible, which should've been the first sign that my end was near. I was good; one of the best, which some people would say wasn't a good thing. After all, you don't become number eight on the CIA's most wanted list if you aren't really good, and I'm really good. Well, was really good.
And then I died.
Killed actually, if you want to know the truth.
Damn hubris.
If I hadn't felt so invincible, so completely untouchable, I never would've trusted Sydney Bristow. Renee Rienne doesn't trust people; Renee Rienne uses people. Renee Rienne works alone. It's safer that way. If you don't trust anyone there is no one to stab you in the back.
Or slit your throat.
But it was nice having someone cover your back too. Someone you could be a little more honest with. Someone who looks at you without fear because while you may be eighth on the CIA's most wanted list, her mother is sixth. Someone who has a more twisted family then you do. Did.
And then she killed you.
And while you lay bleeding on the floor, clutching the wound on your neck, somehow the pain in your heart hurt more.