One step forward, two steps back…Marshall focused his attention on the road. Following Julian's instructions, he had the files and data that he wanted. Now it was just a matter of delivering them to him. Marshall finally found the address he had written on his hand when Julian called him and pulled up in front of the door. Marshall stepped out of his Mini-Cooper with his computer in hand, and walked up to the hotel door at the typical, Days Inn. Marshall waited a few moments, and then the door opened. Julian looked at Marshall then poked his head outside and looked around.
"Were you followed?" he asked him.
Marshall raised his eyebrows. "Uh…no?"
"Are you sure?"
"Kinda…"
Julian nodded and grabbed Marshall and led him in the hotel room and quickly shut the door, and locked it. Julian took the computer from Marshall. "You got everything I asked for?"
"Yeah."
"And no one suspected anything?"
Marshall shrugged and grinned. "I don't think anyone noticed what I was doing. It's not like they pay attention to me or anything…"
"Uh-huh," Julian said opening the laptop. Marshall shrugged as Sydney walked into the room, coming from the bathroom. Wearing a tank top and jeans, she was drying her wet hair. Marshall thought she looked more radiant than ever at that moment.
"Hiya Syd."
Sydney smiled at Marshall. "Hey Marshall."
Julian looked up at Sydney and made eye contact with her, admiring her at that second in time. Don't go there, he thought. He looked back at the computer and started typing.
"Did you find anything out?" Sydney asked Marshall
Marshall nodded at once, excited. "Yes…though I didn't read it all. I didn't have much time, but the Irina Derevko file is impressive."
Sydney nodded at him and sat down next to Julian, looking on the screen. With a few points and clicks, a file popped up with Irina Derevko's name on it. Julian blinked in surprise.
"Marshall's right…look at this." Sydney followed Julian's finger on the screen. "Member of the KGB for over thirteen years, thirty CIA agents killed within a five year range."
"Ok…so this Irina is a badass," Sydney mocked. "Do we have a picture?"
"Hold on." Julian typed again and within moments a picture flashed across the screen. Both Julian and Sydney gasped, and sat in shock.
"What?" Marshall pressed, eager. "Who is it?" Marshall walked over to them and stood beside Julian and looked at the screen in confusion. "Ok, what? Is she like, the wicked witch of the west, or a huge movie star?"
Sydney shook her head. "No," she whispered. "She's my mother."
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"You were supposed to kill her, remember that conversation we had? About you killing her?"
Anna sighed in annoyance at Sloane. "There were complications."
Sloane shook his head as his phone rang. He sighed and picked it up. "Yes?"
On the other line, a man sighed. "Sir…Irina Derevko may have been compromised."
Sloane stared straight ahead. "Take care of it." He hung up and looked at Anna, who slightly flinched.
"It won't happen again," Anna assured him. But Sloane shook his head.
"It better not," he warned
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Michael walked quickly towards the briefing room as Dixon came up from behind him.
"Hey," Dixon handed him some papers.
"What are these?" Michael asked.
"Irina Derevko's file."
"Okay."
"Also," Dixon added. "We just got a call, from Julian Sark, requesting to meet with you."
Michael nodded. "He must've looked into it."
Dixon nodded. "Perhaps. But I'll be careful if were you. They're still SD-6 as far as I'm concerned."
Michael nodded as Dixon walked into the briefing room.
"Yo!"
Michael turned around as Eric was running up to him.
"What is it?"
Eric stopped and breathed in heavily. "Damn…I just lost ten pounds…"
"Eric…" Michael pressed.
"Here." Eric handed him some papers. Michael started to leaf through it.
"What am I looking at?"
"DNA tests…on Sydney's friend…Francie Calfo."
"The one who was killed?"
Eric nodded. "Yep. They did a DNA test for like the seventh time, and found something…"
"What?"
Eric turned the page and pointed to the photo on that page. "The woman in Sydney's house who was killed….was not Francie Calfo."
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A/N: Ok, so yes I know, this is short, but my brain hurts. I am currently planning on writing an X-Men fan fic, either post X2 or X3, but I am finding it heard to fill in some blanks. So, if anyone wants to help me, co-write this or something, I'dappreciate it. (just thought I'd throw up there)
