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Discovering The Waterfront
Chapter 5:
The Same Mistake
"C.I.A." Isabelle repeated to herself as if to verify she had heard correctly.
"Let me guess, your mother never said a word of this, what was it? A bank?" Sark smiled but it faded when he saw the distraught look on the teen's face.
"Why didn't she just tell me?" Isabelle said forgetting there was someone else in the room.
Let's count the days until winter comes our way
We're all tired and ready to breathe
And there's a rumor that
Sark didn't answer the girl's question and stayed quiet in his seat behind the desk.
"Sark, what did she do?" Isabelle asked motioning towards the hall.
"Lots of things, its actually quite a long story." Sark said reading a paper on the desk.
"If you haven't noticed, I've got nothing but time." Isabelle told him waiting for the story she wanted to hear.
Sydney arrived in Moscow and searched the places on the satellite photos Marshall had found. They drove down the road where the black van had been seen briefly and while on the dirt road noticed a hidden connecting road that was covered by grass and weeds.
There's a bitter cold chill in the air.
It's haunting every breath we take.
The hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm inside.
So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves.
We are all alone, but we're better off by ourselves.
"Do you think they could have gone that way?" Rachel asked Sydney.
"Maybe, we should probably ask around town to see if anyone saw anything." Tom said.
"We need to split up, two of us go this way and the other two go towards town." Sydney said as she made her way towards the dirt path.
"I'll goget her." Rachel said as she ran off in the direction Sydney rushed off in.
"What are you doing?" Rachel asked Sydney once she caught up with her.
"I'm finding my daughter." Sydney told her.
"Yeah but you have to play it smart, what if the people who have her know your coming? There could be armed guards waiting at the end of the path and we wouldn't know, then blam the end." Rachel told Sydney in a breathless voice from running to catch up to her.
"What should I do?" Sydney finally asked after a long moment of silence.
"Talk to Marshall, see if he has some new information." Rachel answered.
"Fine." Sydney and Rachel turned around and went back towards the car where Tom and Jack were still standing.
Let's think about all those nights on Luckie St.
We stayed up til 3 am, with all the gossip and the latest girls.
Isabelle heard everything from her grandmother's involvment with a Russian organization called K-directorate and then up to the point where her grandfather killed Irina, or tried to kill who he thought was Irina.
"That's insane." Isabelle finally said when she heard the story with the copied DNA.
"Yes well now you see what you're in the middle of." Sark laughed at his words.
"I'm not in the middle of any of that, no I think I'm in the middle of something totally different. That story has nothing to do with me." Isabelle told Sark with spite hinted in her voice.
"You're clever, like your mother." Sark saidin a dead serious tone.
"How do you know my mom?" Isabelle finally asked.
"And my dad?" She finished her question.
There's a bitter cold chill in the air.
It's haunting every breath we take.
The hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm inside.
So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves.
We are all alone, but we're better off by ourselves.
Sydney turned on her laptop and noticed the blinking icon for mail. She looked at the e-mail address, it was an unknown sender but there was something about the subject line that Sydney found to be unusual for junk mail. She chose to open it and read the attachment, it was from Isabelle.
Sydney pulled out her cell phone and made a quick call to Marshall.
"Sydney?" Marshall answered when he read the caller id.
"Marshall, I need you to trace an e-mail message." Sydney hurriedly said over the phone and passed the message on to Marshall.
"It might take a while, I'll call you when I find something." Marshall said as he focused on the computer and tracing the message that could lead to finding Isabelle.
Sydney hung up the phone and read the message over and over again trying deperately to hear Isabelle's voice with every word written.
It's time to roll the windows down and
Feel the cold air all around.
We are heading out of town and
Not a thing can stop us now.
Get carried away.
"I worked with both of them, your parents. Sometimes with them and other times, actually most times against them but I still met them and its all the same. I'll leave you with that thought." Sark stood and left the room leaving Isabelle alone once again to her thoughts.
Isabelle tried to move the chair closer to the desk where the papers sat but she couldn't. When she couldn't see what was lying about two feet in front of her she sat back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling trying to imagine what her life would have been like if she had a normal family.
This winter is much like all the rest.
This season's changed since we've been away.
This winter is much like all the rest.
Sydney sat in the grounded plane waiting for Marshall to call. She looked out at the runway and closed her eyes. She imagined a happy normal family where Vaughn was still alive and at this point in time they were just sitting down to dinner talking about anything that happened that day and not having to lie about any of it. It was an ideal scenario that Sydney begged for more than once to become a reality, but it never would, because she didn't have a normal family, it would never be normal...never.
It's time to roll the windows down and
Feel the cold air all around.
We are heading out of town and
Not a thing can stop us now.
Get carried away.
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