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"Where the hell is she?" asked a fuming Sydney.
"Please calm down, we are trying are best to find out who took your daughter, why they took her and where they are taking her." Answered Captain Clark Lament.
"Clark, we have some information." A Mexican woman came up from behind him and handed him a piece of paper. "A Miss Kelly Peyton, one of the teachers here."
Sydney couldn't believe what she had just heard. "Did you just say Kelly Peyton?"
The woman turned and looked at her. "Yes, that's right. Why? Do you know her?"
Sydney grabbed the piece of paper off of Clark Lament and looked at the picture, her throat suddenly becoming dry as she looked into the cold eyes of one of her worst enemies.
"Know her! She's someoneI despise. She helped my worst enemy to try and get eternal life. She should be in prison, not in a school teaching my daughter, DAMMIT!" Sydney screamed, and burst into tears.
"You knowing her will help us catch her…" Started Clarkwhen hewas cut off by another officer who came over.
"Sir, there's been a car crash at the high street. A woman who matches the picture was found unconscious at the scene. No girl found yet though."
Clark looked at Sydney whose eyes filled with more fear.
"Take me." She ordered.
The officer looked unsure and looked at his commanding officer for an answer. "Maim, I don't think that's the best…"
"Take me!" She said, firmly standing her ground.
"Darrock, take Mrs Bristow-Vaughn to the crime scene." Clark ordered the officer.
"Yes sir. Please follow me." Sydney followed the officer known as Darrock to a nearby car and was about to get into the car when she heard gun shots.
"Get down." Darrock shouted as he brought out his weapon and ducked down.
Sydney ran over and ducked behind a bin.
It was Rex Heron; he had broken free from when he had been caught earlier. All the police got down on their knees and aimed their guns at the madman.
"Fire at will" shouted Clark, as he aimed his automatic between Heron's eyes.
He was about to fire when he felt the back of a pistol at his neck.
"Fire and your head gets blown off."
He recognised the Mexican voice immediately. "Why Pilar?" He asked his Mexican partner, the one who was working undercover for Katya.
"Because my new employer pays me much more. Plus I prefer creating crimes, rather than solving them. Now call your men off."
Clark hesitated at first, but then gave in as he felt a rough hit at his neck.
"All men put your weapons down, now."
All the police and turned to look at their commander, wondering why he was telling them not to fire. They never saw Pilar and the gun and therefore put their guns down. Heron knew it was Pilar and quickly made his way to a nearby car.
"Well done, it was a pleasure working with you." She loaded the gun and was just about to fire when Sydney smacked her head with the lid from the bin, knocking her to the ground.
Pilar jumped up on her feet and swung round, kicking Sydney in the face. She then kicked Clark and went for her gun.
Clark ran up to her just as she collected her gun and fired it, blowing a hole in his chest.
At this point, Sydney high kicked at Pilar and knocked the gun out of her hands. She then threw a punch, which Pilar blocked.
"Sydney Bristow eh, your aunt talks a lot about you." Pilar teased, making Sydney's mind go blank.
Pilar then slapped Sydney, scratching her face and making her fall to the ground. "Silly bitch." Pilar swore as she bent down and picked up her gun.
She reloaded it and fired at Sydney who rolled under a bench, missing the bullet by a millisecond. Pilar reloaded again and fired, blowing a hole in the bench, making a plank of wood stick into Sydney's shoulder.
"Third time lucky." Pilar quipped as she aimed and got ready to fire again.
2 bullets suddenly pierced through her chest, making her drop the gun. She just managed to turn and see Clark was the one holding the gun.
"Third time lucky." He spluttered out as the third bullet blew through her head, killing her instantly.
"No!" Sydney screamed as she rolled back out from under the bench. "She knows something."
"So does he." Sydney turned to see who had spoken.
Darrock held Heron by his arms, twisting one of them to make him scream.
"Well done Darrock, I think I'll make you my new partner." Clark managed to say his last words before he eventually collapsed and died from blood loss.
"Sir!" Darrock shouted, dropping Heron and going to his boss's aid.
Sydney went over and grabbed Heron's hair. "Where is my daughter you son of a bitch?"
Heron stayed silent until Sydney punched him, making him yelp.
"I don't know."
She smacked him again. "You obviously do as on that report it clearly stated that a pupil said you were carrying her limp body to the door when she came in and stopped you. You then ran after her and shot her, threatening to kill anyone else as well so don't you dare tell me you don't know where she is. Tell me where you were going to take her?"
Heron hesitated and then decided to tell her as she raised her hand again. He was always told to never mess with an angry mother. "I don't know her real name, or if it's even a she. All I was told was to deliver Isabelle Bristow-Vaughn to them. They told me I was going to be watched by another teacher, the one I'm assuming is called Kelly Peyton. She was the back up if anything went wrong and it seems something went wrong."
Sydney loosened her grip, but was still ready to attack if need be. "And where were you to take her?"
"The location is Red Billings Road. It's a large abandoned warehouse, just across from a beach."
"Take me there." She ordered, looking sternly into his eyes.
"I can't… if they find out…" He started to mumble, however stopped as Sydney hit him again.
"I wasn't asking."
Heron gulped, knowing he wasn't cut out to be an agent. He started to think how he could escape, and quickly acted on his thought.
He head butted Sydney and ran for a car nearby.
"Son of…" Sydney started.
She ran over to Pilar's body and picked up her gun. She aimed and quickly fired as Heron reversed the car. She fired again and knew she wasn't going to catch him alive. She aimed at the back of the car where the fuel tank was situated and fired twice, blowing the car and throwing Heron out of the front window and into a tree, breaking his neck.
"What the hell are you doing?"shouted a concerned Darrock.
Sydney turned and looked at him. "Finding my daughter."
Peyton slowly came around, blurred images burning her eyes. She was eventually fully awake and found herself to be surrounded by police and medics. Dammit, she thought to herself. She slowly tried to get up however was stopped by a nurse.
"Please stay down maim, you've just survived a very brutal car crash."
Peyton looked up at her. "I'm sorry you wont survive this." And with that Peyton swung a needle into the nurse's neck and filled it with air, causing her to choke.
Peyton got up and then fell back down. 2 police men pulled her up and she managed to grab one of their guns. She fired at one of their chests, making him let go and then fired at the other one, killing him.
She fired at the choking nurse and limped her way out of the tent.
Around 5 police men knelt outside, guns aimed at Peyton. She had to get out; she had to before Sydney arrived, which she knew she would.
"You want to know where the girl is, let me go."
"Peyton"
She looked over to the woman who had called her name. "Rachel Gibson." She whispered under her breath.
Barry Gray reached his destination. He stopped the car and got out.
He had messed up Katya's plans, which were his orders. He was also about to hand over Isabelle Bristow-Vaughn to his employer; someone who needed her for a reason he did not know and probaly never would.
He opened the back door and dragged Isabelle's body out. He walked over to a stone cottage, Isabelle draped over his shoulders.
He knocked and a tall Chinese man opened the door.
"I have a package for Rambaldi."
The man smiled and beckoned him in. "Go straight through that door and you will find Rambaldi." The man told Gray as he closed the door.
Gray walked over to the door and pushed it open with his foot. "Milo, your package."