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There he was. Michael was staring at the very man who threatened to take Sydney away from him, and he wouldn't have it. He had his gun aimed at Julian and Julian at him. Before either one of them made a move, Michael heard a rustling noise outside. He raised his eyebrow at Julian, who looked out of the broken window as lights appeared. Julian slowly lowered his gun and walked over to the window. Michael followed Julian doing the same. Julian stepped out of what was left of his house and looked upward as a chopper was hovering several feet above them.

"You have got to be kidding me," he muttered, rolling his eyes and sighing in disbelief.

"I guess they know," Michael said

"Yep…"

"Is there another exit?" Michael asked.

Julian glanced at him. "Like underground?" Michael nodded. "No."

Michael shook his head and turned around as he heard a soft explosion from behind them. Diving in opposite directions, Michael and Julian took cover.

"This is getting ridiculous," Julian muttered while reloading his gun.

"Do you believe me now?" Michael shouted over the choppers blades.

Julian shook his head and fired at the men in the back of the house. Michael aimed at some of the men coming down from the chopper. Without a word, the two men moved at the same time, while still taking cover, to the back of the house. Michael shot two approaching men, while Julian killed three other hostiles. Both finally reach the backyard when Julian heard a clicking sound. He turned around to see the chopper a littletoo close, nearly touchingthe ground. He made eye contact with the pilot who smirked, and pulled the trigger, sending rockets outof thechopper."Oh shit…" Julian grabbed Michael by his shirt and threw him to the ground, and landed beside him, grunting. The rocket soared past them and into the wall of the closed patio. Julian and Michael covered their heads from the debris, their hands bleeding from the wall chips. Julian quickly got up and pulled Michael to his feet and both ran off, avoiding being hit by all the bullets spraying from the choppers machine gun.

Michael's feet hit the pavement as if it were nothing. Even though his lung's stung, his heart was racing, and he was bleeding from several different parts on his body, he kept going, Julian matching his steps every second of the way. Both men leapt over the fence quickly and started to run down the street. Michael jumped another fence into a backyard, Julian following. Julian ran directly behind Michael, until his foot caught something. "Ow!" He skidded to a stop and balanced on one foot, hopping around. His foot was stuck in a dump truck toy left out. Julian swore again and pulled it out then threw it to the ground hard, and ran to catch up with Michael. When he reached the end of the house though, he saw Michael out in the road, with his hands up. A small group of agents had caught him. Shit, Julian thought. The first idea that popped into his mind was to leave Michael and high-tail it outta there. But Julian knew better. Somehow, he thought Michael was planning this…that he knew he was behind him. So he silently waited until…yes…Michael attacked the first agent closest to him. Julian leapt over the fence and took down agent number two. Knocking them both out, they then took off running again. In the distance though, came a HMV. Michael ran faster than he ever had. He ran back into the street and fell up against a car, slightly out of breath. Michael glanced at where he come from and saw no sign of Julian, but the approaching HMV gaining on him. Michael took a chance and hoped the door to the car was open. Sure enough, it was. Michael bent down and took off the paneling under the wheel and hotwired the car. Within seconds, the engine came to life. Just as the HMV's lights shined on Michael and the car, Michael shifted the car into drive and sped off into the night.

"Okay…" Eric said. "So how'd you get shot then?"

Michael rolled his eyes. Sitting in the medical ward in the CIA, he winced in pain as the doctor was cleaning his wound on his shoulder. "I told you, during the fight; Julian shot me…before the reinforcements came."

Eric raised his eyebrow at his best friend. "Uh-huh," then shook his head, "No ya didn't."

"Yes I did." Michael paused and looked at Eric. "I did, didn't I?"

"I think you hit your head, is what I think," he muttered. At Michael's stern and disppointing look, Eric shook his head. "Whatever, look man, we need to know where Sark went and where Sloane is."

Michael slipped on his shirt when the doctor finished. "No, we need to find Sydney."

Eric sighed. "Man, will you stop worrying about her? I thought you said she made it clear in the hospital that she doesn't like you."

"I never said that."

"Well, something like that," Eric cleared up. "Point is…"

Michael stood up and headed outside the med lab into the office of the CIA. "The point is that now Julian knows he and Sydney are being targeted. They weren't just after me, but him as well. I think now he realizes that."

"Really?" Eric questioned. "You honestly think that?"

Michael nodded, and then frowned. "I hope so."

As they were coming around the corner, Kendall approached them. "We've got something."

"What?" Michael asked.

"The face of one Irina Derevko."

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Jack was tired. He entered his house and looked around. He figured Laura was home since some candles were lit and the house smelled and looked nice. After all the new information he had gathered in the past few days, between Sloane, SD-6, the Covenant, and his daughter working for Sloane, he needed a good rest. A vacation really, but…who had time for that? Jack sighed at these thoughts and walked into the bedroom where he saw Laura finishing getting dressed. He stood there a minute, taking in her beauty. When she turned around, she let out a little sigh.

"God, Jack. You scared me."

Jack smiled at her. "I was only watching you."

Laura smiled playfully back at him. "I noticed." Laura walked into the bathroom, and then walked back out. "You didn't come to the hospital to see your daughter," she pointed out.

Jack sighed. He knew she'd say something about this. After all, she didn't know that Sydney and he worked against each other. Jack was loyal to his job, but he was a father first and foremost. They were his divided loyalties that were killing him. "Laura…I have to tell you something."

Laura stopped what she was doing and turned to her husband. "Okay…"

Jack walked over to her and took her by her hand and sat down on the bed. She did the same. "Jack, what's wrong?"

"You need to know something," he said simply. "About me." Laura nodded, listening carefully. "I don't sell airplane parts. I never did." Laura nodded. "I don't even think there is such a job," Jack pointed out. "But…you need to know, all those business trips, all those late nights at the 'office'…I work for the CIA. I am a senior agent there."

For a moment, she didn't speak. Then a small appeared on her face and she started laughing. "Yeah right."

Jack frowned and looked at his wife coldly. "I'm serious."

Laura continued to smile, then froze when she saw Jack's stern expression. "Tell me you are joking." Jack shook his head. Laura let go of Jack's hand and stood up, and began pacing around the room. "Well," she finally said. "I guess this explains a lot…"

"Laura…"

Laura raised her hand, silencing him. "Since we're having this conversation, Jack. There is something you need to know about me first...in relation to the CIA…"