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Chapter 1 -An expected revelation
1 year later
---Sydney's POV---
I still wonder about that first mission. It wasn't the first mission I'd ever been on of course, but it was the beginning of something new. Something we hadn't noticed; something we were too gullible to see. It didn't go by unnoticed by all; Sark had seen it, he had warned me on that mission. Instead I chose to ignore the facts, and now I regret every moment of it. I sat on my computer typing up the report on a mission the newer agents were working on. My status as a field agent had never been restored and for the first few months I believed it was because I had somehow done something wrong on the mission. It wasn't just me that was dismissed from being field agent, but Jack, and a few others that I hadn't taken the time to get to know. I turned around as I heard the conversation or rather, argument going on between Marshall and his boss. The CIA had brought in a new technician who was supposedly smarter than Marshall, and so therefore, more of an asset. Marshall had been reduced to his assistant. The new technician's name was Theodore, so of course people called him "Teddy." I, on the other hand, despised him, so I only called him Theodore. I was dressing in the usual work suit, just as everyone else was.
"Mr. Flinkman, I'm afraid your theory is obsolete. Your superseded ideas are what is precluding this organization from being superlative. Your presence is no longer needed here. Good day." Theodore insulted Marshall.
"But, my I-" Marshall started.
"I said, your presence is no longer needed. Are you having difficulty comprehending that sentence? Would you like me to phone up your mother to facilitate you?" Theodore sneered.
"No, that's ok. I understand what your saying." Marshall muttered, staring at the ground.
That's it. I thought, getting up angrily. Pushing in my chair, I walked over to Theodore. "Listen up Theodore-" I started.
"Teddy, Lindsey, Marah, Stacia (stay- sha), Sammie, and Brett, may I see you in the conference room for a while please?" Nikk asked.
"Looks like I must depart, pleasure being in your presence Miss Bristow." Teddy called kissing my hand before heading into the conference room.
Nikk had taken over for Dixon 6 months ago when he had retired upon taking down the covenant.
With him, more agents had been brought in as well as a new way of thinking. The more experienced agents got pushing aside, as he claimed that all his agents needed to be well experienced so that the CIA could be well rounded. We were there in case the new agents got in a bind, we had become just a joke. I sat back down angrily, running my hand through my hair. Why didn't I listen to him? I wondered. Then I remembered. I was going to quit the CIA on the mission, so long ago. Weiss, at first had though I was joking; when he realized I was serious he quickly talked me out of it. Vaughn, now remarried, had quit once he wife, Sharon, told him she might be pregnant. It was of course, just a false alarm, but he had already quit. Dad, still secretly talked to mom via closed circuit wires. Weiss, has a new girlfriend who knows about him working for the CIA and how they treat us. She agrees with me with the idea that we should quit. Gina, is her name, and she's actually quite nice. I haven't heard from Kendall in a long time so I suppose he's on a new assignment from the FBI. I had been on a few dates since then, but every guy seemed more boring than the last. When I had finally found someone who was half decent, not only was him name Jack, but it turned out that he was just using me to get to know my dad better.
"Sydney, are you ready?" Jack asked me.
"Oh yeah." I answered, saving what I had been typing before shutting off the computer. I had nearly forgotten that dad and I had arranged to have lunch together today.
"So, anything new?" he asked, holding door opened for me.
"Same as always. It's so predictable, boring. I think I wanna quit." I whispered when we reached the car.
I waited for him to start the car and give me his response. "Thought so."
"What?" I asked.
"It's not you to sit behind some desk. It used to be, but you've changed. You need the complications that are thrown your way as a field agent. You used to complain out loud, but in your heart, I knew you knew that you loved it. The adrenaline rush it gave you, the sense of danger that came with it. You became addicted to it as if it were a drug. So when the CIA forces you to type up reports instead, of course you had a problem with it." Jack reasoned.
"Dad," I started. "Can you turn around?"
Jack nodded and made a U-Turn.
It didn't take me long to return to my desk. Taking out a I unlocked a drawer and pulled out a false bottom. I pulled out a box which I unlocked with another key and deposited the paper on the desk. I then precede the replace everything. Grabbing the paper I put the date on it and wrote some more reasons on it. I took the paper and hurried into the Conference room.
"ummm… Miss…" Nikk started, unsure on my name.
"Bristow, Miss Bristow." I told him angrily.
"yes, Miss Bristow, what is the meaning of this?" he demanded.
I threw down the paper on the desk and stormed out of the room.
"So, who wants coffee?" Nikk asked.
1 month later
I picked up the phone. I had tried regular life for a month and it still wasn't working for me. So, there was only one choice left.
"Hello?" a voice called.
"I'd like to set up a meeting." I told them. An hour later I sat down on a chair, awaiting his arrival. I was sitting under an umbrella attached to the table.
"Would you like to order something Miss?" the waiter asked.
"Yes, black cheery please." I ordered. The waiter looked at me, mentally wondering why unlike everyone else, I had ordered a nonalcoholic drink.
"Business meeting." I told him smiling. He nodded, showing that he understood.
A little while later I spotted him. Sark made his way to my table with his arm around some skank.
"Hello, miss Bristow." he greeted.
"Hello Sark," I greeted staring at the unknown woman.
The woman, noticing this, kissed Sark's neck, as if to claim her territory.
The woman was wearing what was left of a designer dress. She had cut the length of the dress so that it barely fell below her ass. The spaghetti straps however, seemed to have been that way originally. The baby blue dress helped to bring out the tan in the brunette's complexion. She wore blue Jessi Thongs covering her feet. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, curving slightly at the bottom. Besides that her Hispanic type hair was straight. Her light blue lipstick, although the same color didn't seem to go with her outfit. Her dress hugged her hips and accentuated her figure. She was obviously wearing mascara and a little blush.
Glaring at the woman, I crossed my legs, refocusing my attention on Sark. He wore his usual suit, although he wasn't out of place. Many other men in the club wore suits.
I wore a red silk dress that was a little longer than the skank's dress. Unlike hers, mine wasn't frilly at the bottom. Mine, was a classy low cut dress. I wore red stilettos, and on my face I wore red lip stick and a little blush. A small ruby purse finished off the outfit. The club was a popular place, however, it was fancy and called for appropriate clothes. Waiters lined up awaiting their next customer. Clear glass tables with umbrellas at the top were placed in every convenient place on the patio. A pool lay in the middle of all the tables, with blue tile flooring underneath the tables. Around the poll however, was concrete for the public's safety. A pink wall separated the club from nature. A few trees, as well as grass separated the wall from the road. Inside the club, was a fancy restaurant that was always dark. To the left of the restaurant you could find activities to occupy your day. The club, I had found was a great distraction from your troubles.
"Jealous?" Sark asked me, noticing my glares.
"No." I lied.
Sark perceived this, but said nothing about it. "so, let's get down to business. Sarah, would you please excuse us?" He waited for her to leave before continuing. "It'd be an immense pleasure to have you work for us. However, the CIA standards are different from ours. We'd need you to do some training in our facilities. Protocol, you understand. Once that's over you can start immediately after. But, before any of this takes place, I need you to decide once and for all if your ready to do this. Are you sure you want to turn your back on the CIA permanently?"
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