Wow! The 20th chapter! This is a lot longer than I ever thought it'll be:)
Will blinked his eyes, and tried focusing to clear his vision. He shook his head and looked around. Where the hell am I? Will tried to move, but he found his hands tied tightly behind his back. He glanced to the side of him and found Francie just coming to as well. "Francie," he whispered. When he got no response, he tried again. "Francie!"
"Hunh" Francie turned her head slowly towards Will, and then looked around the room as well. It looked more like an abandoned warehouse than anything else, but these were the kind of areas that you saw in the movies and TV shows. Francie looked down at her feet and saw them tied to the chair, then looked over at Will once more.
"Will, what the hell is going on?"
Will shook his head. "I don't know. Do you remember anything?"
Francie thought a moment. "I remember opening the door."
"Yeah. We were in that place that…"
"Michael Vaughn sent us," Francie finished. "Yeah."
Will shook his head once more. "What the hell is going on?"
"What's going is a war," a voice said. Will and Francie looked up to see a slender and tall woman approach them smiling.
"Who the hell are you, Barbie?" Francie snipped.
The woman only continued to smile. "I am Anna Espinosa…the one who will kill you."
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"This cannot be happening," Sydney exclaimed.
"Relax…we will find him," Michael assured her. But Sydney was not easily convinced. The look that Julian threw Sydney said he wasn't either. After all they had gone through together over the years as partners and lovers, they both knew each other well enough to read each other's minds. Right now, they were both thinking, Marshall's dead. Sydney sighed and rubbed her forehead.
"So, we have no way of finding him, do we?" Eric asked.
Nadia looked at Sydney. "How can you be sure that Sloane would even kill him?"
"Have you met him?" Sydney questioned. Nadia shook her head. "Ok then."
"Arvin Sloane is not known for keeping hostages," Julian asked. He looked at Sydney once more, than at Michael and Nadia. "We have first hand knowledge of that."
No one argued. Then Sydney looked at Michael. "Wait a minute. We might have a way of finding Marshall."
"How?" Michael asked.
Sydney turned to Julian. "Julian, give me your phone." Without questioning her, he did as he was asked. Sydney grabbed the phone quickly and dialed, then held it up to her ear.
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Lauren typed in her computer, eyes glued to the screen deeply involved in what she was doing when her cell phone rang. Without taking her eyes off the screen she grabbed her phone and answered it. "Reed."
"Lauren," she heard Sydney say.
Lauren's gaze was taken away from her computer as she looked around to see if anyone was watching her. She then ducked her head a little to pretend that she was still working. "Sydney," she said shocked. "Where the hell have you been? Sd-6 is going nuts on you and Julian being MIA."
"It's a long story," Sydney said. "Sloane is after Julian and me."
Lauren's eyes widened. "Why?"
"Once again…long story. Marshall doesn't have time."
"M-Marshall?"
"Sloane has kidnapped him, and we don't know where," Sydney explained. "Please Lauren; you have to find out for me. I will give you all the details later."
Lauren nodded. "Ok. I'll call you back."
"Thank you."
Lauren hung up the phone and looked back at her computer screen. She saw Sloane then walk in his office with a woman she didn't recognize. Lauren grabbed her purse and got up.
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Jack sighed heavily and shoved his hands in his pockets. He watched as normal everyday people went about their lives, and he looked on, jealous. They didn't have to deal with what he dealt with on a daily basis. They weren't betrayed on the level he was with the people he loved the most. Forty-two hours ago, his life was somewhat normal. His daughter wasn't his enemy whose boss was trying to kill her and her ex. And his wife wasn't his bigger enemy whose job it was to love him.
"I have to tell you something," she said to him.
Jack looked at her closely. This doesn't sound too good. "Okay," he said.
"Sit down." Jack did as he was asked, and sat on the bed. Laura sat next to him and sighed, as if she was confessing something deeply regretful.
"What is it, Laura?" Jack asked.
"First of all…my name is not Laura." Jack blinked, confused. "My name is Irina Derevko. And as you work with the CIA, I work with SD-6. With Arvin Sloane…Sydney's boss."
Jack stared at Laura…er…Irina. After several moments of not saying anything, he finally spoke. "You knew…about Sydney?" Irina nodded. "For how long?"
Irina shrugged. "Months."
Jack stared straight ahead, unable to look at Irina. He then raised his head as if a thought had just hit him. "It was you," he said. "You were the one that shot Sydney."
Irina's face fell, and she sadly nodded. "Yes. But I could have killed her."
"You shot…my…daughter."
"Jack…"
Jack stood up and over Irina. "What else have you lied about?"
"You have to understand…"
Jack shook his head. "I don't think so."
Irina stood up. "Jack, there is so much you don't know. So much that you and Sydney don't know."
"Like what?" Jack questioned. Irina didn't answer right away. "Well?"
"Rabamldi, for one."
Jack stood there and crossed his arms, staring down at his wife. "So…tell me."
