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Chapter 4- Down the Drain

Wisconsin…

Will Tippin, currently known as Jonah, sat on a bar stool in one of Wisconsin's many bars. Will was once again trying to erase the remnants of his previous life from his memory. Trying to forget his relationship with Francie, or more like his relationship with Francie's evil double; Allison Doren. Trying to forget to forget his old friend Sydney Bristow and their re-acquaintance. Will had loved Sydney for many years and when they were at the hotel together, just a few short months ago, he had done something that four years ago would have meant the world to him. He had made love with Sydney Bristow and it meant nothing to him. All those years he had spent swooning over Sydney, only to find he didn't know what love meant. he had realized with "Francie" that his heart could belong to another, but he thought he would never fully get over the love he felt for Sydney. Now Will knew that whet he had felt wasn't love but friendship, admiration, and trust. While trying to forget his past will found himself constantly searching back through it for ways to change himself for the better. He knew that he would never truly forget his past. It was too much a part of him.

"At least I'm not dwelling on what could have been." Will muttered to himself before taking a swig of his beer. Coming to this bar was now part of his daily routine. He'd rise early in the morning head off to a frustrating day of construction and then he'd go straight to this bar. He was now considered one of the regulars and all the bartenders knew him by name, Jonah that is. When he got home he would write. Will had never been one to journal, but without his column he needed some sort of creative outlet.

"Oh Jonah, my man, I'd hate to ruin my own business, but you have to stop moping around this old place. You have a problem, and it's nothing that a good lady, couldn't fix. Now there's a woman over there who offered to buy you a drink. I'd suggest you take her up on her offer and then pay her a visit. She's at the table in front by the door. And she's hot. Now imagine my surprise when she wanted to buy you a drink and not me." A bartender and one of Will's friends joked" But seriously, I think you should talk to her." Will looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with the dark skinned women in the corner, then looked back at the bartender.

"I suppose." He shrugged, and then made his way over to her. It had been so long since Will had been in this type of situation he didn't know quite what to do. Luckily as he reached her table he was spared from having to speak.

"Sit down." The women said. Will tried to keep from looking shocked at her blunt attitude towards him. Now Will might have been a little rusty but he knew without a doubt that this woman was not hitting on him. But will had the feeling that this had something to do with the life he left behind. He was contemplating just walking away when the girl spoke again. "Sit down, Mr. Tippin."

"Fine." He replied irritably. The women ignored the tone though.

"I am Anna, and that is all you need to know about me, now as for why I'm here talking to a reporter such as yourself I am about to explain." She replied.

"I'm just dying to know why you want to talk to me." Will said with a sarcastic tone. " but to bad I have things to do." He said.

"You do not have things to do, the only thing you have to do is sit here and let me explain why I'm here." Anna snapped tucking a strand of long jet black hair behind her ear.

"Make it quick, people are watching us." Will explained, wanting to leave.

"I need your help." Anna replied.

"With what?" Will exclaimed annoyed. "Quit with the secret crap!"

"I was hoping you may be willing to help me-." Anna started.

"I get that part!" Will snapped. "With what, may I ask again."

"The Sphere of Life." Anna replied sharply.

"What the…" Will's voice trailed off.

"Rambaldi." Anna replied Simply.

"Rambaldi, right." Will said rolling his eyes. "Why are you asking me for help anyhow, there are plenty other terrorist people you could be asking for help, such as Mr. Sark." Will snapped. "Now if you'll excuse me I am leaving." he finished. Then he got up and began walking towards the door when Anna called out to him. Will ignored her and continued his way toward the door.

Anna got up and hurried towards him, she grabbed his arm turning him around to face her. "Sark's been researching Rambaldi for years. He hasn't been able to find the sphere yet and why should that change now. I need someone fresh, someone intelligent, It took a lot for me to admit I needed help and I need to know if I can count on you to do that. You have no reason to trust me but your going to have to, consider what I said." Anna whispered to him hoarsely. "It's not safe to talk here anymore, but I highly suggest taking my offer Mr.Tippin, call me right when you know." She then discreetly placed a letter in Will's hand and shoved her way out the door. Will made his way out the door and into the car. In moments he was at his apartment. He looked at the note.

Phone: 677-8999

Call by noon tomorrow.

-A. Espinosa

"Well I guess she gave me a time limit." he said out loud to himself. "She must be desperate."