"Well Marshall," Sloane said, looking at his watch. "It's past that time." Sloane turned to Marshall and frowned. "I guess Sydney and Julian won't be saving you after all."

Marshall swallowed hard, feeling the lump and the stinging in his throat, knowing full well what was about to happen. His friends had failed him, and he was going to die. Not like this, he shook his head, not like this! Sweat poured down from Marshall's forehead and Sloane looked at him, ashamed to even glance at him. Sloane turned to one the agents standing behind him. "Take care of Mr. Flinkman, will you?"

The agent nodded, and as Sloane walked away, the agent raised his gun. Sloane heard a loud 'bag' and Marshall felt a sharp pain in his heart…

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"So Will," Irina playfully teased. "You're not a screamer…are you?"

"Leave him alone!" Francie shouted.

Irina stood up and backhanded Francie hard, causing Francie to fall over onto the floor. "Shut up! I've just about had it with the two of you!"

Irina raised her gun and aimed it at Will. Will gasped in horror and held his breath, waiting for the end. Off in the distance though, they heard a loud 'boom' and within seconds the door from which Irina came from blasted open, and in rushed several armed agents.

"Oh thank god," Will let out.

Irina pointed her weapon at the intruders and fired, the agents returning fire as Irina fled. As Dixon and Jack ran over to Francie and Will and untied them, Julian ripped off his mask and took off chasing Irina.

"Sark!" Jack shouted.

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Sloane stopped just as the door in the rear of the room caved in. As the smoke cleared, Sloane saw several CIA agents walking in and exchanging bullets with his SD-6 agents. Following them, she saw Michael Vaughn appear, and behind him Sydney. Sloane took off running towards the exit to avoid capture.

Sydney saw Sloane, but fought the urge to chase him down. She quickly walked over to Marshall and untied him. "Marshall…are you okay?"

Marshall looked down at Sydney and smiled at her. "You came for me."

Sydney smiled back. "Of course we did."

Michael looked at Marshall, then at Sydney. "He's okay Sydney," he assured her.

Sydney nodded, and smiled at Marshall, then at Michael. With a nod from him, Sydney took out her gun and ran after Sloane.

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Julian's heart pounded as he ran quickly down the alleyway, chasing Irina, and gaining. "Stop!" he yelled out. Julian watched in horror as Irina reached the end of the alleyway as a car pulled up. Irina glanced back at Julian and jumped in the car, speeding off. Julian finally reached the end of the alleyway to see the car's taillights turn a corner.

He turned to see a Camaro slowly down at the red light. Julian walked over to the car and opened the door. "CIA. I need to borrow your car."

The man looked at Julian with wide eyes. "What are you crazy?" he spat. "No fuckin' way, jerk-off."

Julian hissed and aimed his gun at the man. "Now!" The driver still didn't move, only raised his hands. Julian aimed down, and shot the guy in his leg. He screamed out in pain, and Julian grabbed him by his shoulder and threw him out of the car.

As Julian got behind the wheel, he looked down at the man who was screaming in agony. "Next time listen to me dumbass."

"You shot me in my goddamn leg you son of a bitch!" the man yelled out in anger.

Julian only nodded. "You'll live, but hurt like hell. Courtesy of the CIA and Julian Sark."

Julian slammed the door on the race car shut and took off after Irina once again, leaving the man in the road bleeding.

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Sloane ran down the hallway searching for the exit desperately. Out of breath, Sloane swore as he reached a dead-end. He quickly turned around as he saw Sydney slowly approaching him with her gun raised and her expression set.

"Sydney," he pleaded.

"Don't," Sydney snapped. "You manipulated me. You used and tortured my friends. You had a bounty on my head, and you lied to me."

Sloane watched as Sydney stopped, inches from him, as her finger squeezed the trigger a little tighter. "Sydney," Sloane said cautiously. "You are not a murderer. You couldn't kill me."

"Wrong," Sydney said. "You made me a murderer. I think it's fitting, don't you? Anticlimactic in a way."

Sloane shook his head. "There are so many things that you don't understand," he whispered.

"I don't care. I only care that you pay dearly for your crimes and all the pain you caused for those who ever came to know you."

Sloane shook his head. "Well…I am sorry Sydney."

With one rapid motion, Sloane reached into his coat and Sydney's finger pulled on the trigger all the way down, shooting Sloane in the chest. Sloane looked at his chest as the blood came rushing from his wound. Sydney's harden expression stayed glued to Sloane as he fell backwards. Sydney sighed and knelt by Sloane and reached in his coat. Sydney pulled out what Sloane was reaching for…an envelope addressed to Sydney.

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Well folks, the story is almost is over. About another chapter or two, then we move onto the sequel. I didn't reach my goal of getting about 100 reviews by the time the story has ended, but I am pretty pleased with the reaction and stats that this story has gotten. Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing!