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An airport is a place with constant movement. A place where anybody could be somebody and nobody at the same time. It gives the illusion of belonging and acceptation. Too many faces too many actions to process. Human memory has to be replaced at this point and this is the time where security systems come in. Cameras are all over the place; ceilings, windows, doors, and especially at shops. This is a well known policy. People can be very wild most of the time so, in order to keep their bearings in check, there has to be something to keep them from crossing that line, so they feel safe.

Sarah Walker sighed. Her two bodyguards were practically invisible. Fortunately, they were only escorting her to the plane. That was mostly a relief. She wasn´t really certain how long she could keep on her professional facade. She was the best agent in the world, no denying that, but at the moment, she was having a complete breakdown.

I can´t do this anymore.

The incident in Thailand was living proof of her insecurities. Don´t get it wrong she loved her job, but the thought of a mission screw up such as this, was her greatest fear since they became close. Deep down Sarah always wanted a chance to live a normal life. She was actually trying to tell Bryce for months, but she didn´t have enough courage to do so.

She could close her eyes and see it happen again and again like a bad action flick. Unfortunately, this certain "action flick" had happened to her. She could hear her own screams when she saw his body on the ground. Bryce Larkin was the best spy and friend she ever had, and now he was dead. He died for his country. He died knowing that his sacrifice made the world a better place. She knew she should have felt some sort of amusement for his bravery and his actions, but instead, the only thing she could feel was betrayal.

Why couldn´t the extraction team arrive earlier?

She was remembering Bryce giving her a reassuring smile just before the mission. That was a smile that was always saying: "Don´t worry about it everything will be okay."

Sarah kept asking herself a single question in her mind. Would it be so bad if she had died in that camp too? What is a point of life when you lose the only person that was a beacon to you? Sarah Walker was not a suicidal person. But the thought of eternal peace when you served to the death was much more pleasant than the empty hole she felt inside at the moment. She put some things into motion, at least her stomach did. And there was one thing that was certain. These were definitely not butterflies.

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She managed to get herself a seat next to the window. Sarah always loved long flights. It was always Bryce´s time to pull out some of his jokes. Sarah remembered a time where she asked Bryce where he got all his jokes from. He just smiled and said something about a friend from college.

The plane took off. She was watching the blue sky wondering what her parents would say if they could see her now. Her world was falling apart. The job she signed up for, the job she loved all these years was now worthless. She worked so hard for this that she had cut all ties with her family, just to have a career in the CIA. The irony in all of this was how hard she fought against her own parents who were telling her not to go for it. But what sixteen year old girl ever listened to her parents? The adventure, thrill, action, all of this was too tempting and too interesting of an opportunity, which only happened once in a lifetime. And if in order to obtain that lifetime package, you had to endure some sacrifices, then so what?

When she was younger, she had serious doubts if she had the qualities to get accepted into a prestigious school. She could tell that her parents weren't happy about it, but she was just so stubborn back then. It was what she was known for in the first place in the CIA. She never backed down from any challenge.

And just look at me now…

She sighed again. Planes have always had a calming effect on her, but at the moment her spy instincts were screaming at her. But with her recent troubles, all she wanted to do was to push her feelings aside and let the ride calm her. It felt like she was flying on a cloud. For her, it had that sleeping effect that people usually get on the trains. She just closed her eyes and gave in.

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"I'm really sorry, is this seat taken?" She heard a shyly voice.

Sarah must have used all of her will power to open her eyes. There was a man with a baseball cap on his head that hid most of his curly hair. He was wearing a t-shirt which had a large tag saying: "I´m a pirate of seven seas." He also had a pirate tattoo on his right hand. Sarah thought it was a cigar.

"Apparently not" She managed a weak smile.

"Oh, I fell like such a jackass right now, waking up the most beautiful person in this plane." He rambled.

"So, you´ve been able to stand up while we took off?" Sarah asked out of curiosity while the man sat next to her.

"I have to kind of keep appearances from time to time." His answer was full of unspoken sadness in his voice.

"Care to tell me your secret? Some kind of three dimensional portal?" Sarah's curiosity was now peaked. For some reason she found him interesting, and even familiar in some strange way.

He gave her a sad smile. "Mind if I show you?"

Before she could ask, she heard a loud noise that sounded almost like an explosion. Seconds later, she could feel like she was being lifted up from her seat.. The instruction to buckle up your seatbelts came a bit late. The pilots had their hands full, which was not surprising considering the circumstances. Sarah glanced to the seat that was next to her and was surprised to now find it empty. She looked at the other patrons of the plane and found no trace of the mysterious man.

What is this? She thought to herself before she lost consciousness.

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"This is all we got?" The voice asked.

"Jeez Andre!"

"Shut up Bartowski, I´m not the pirate of seven seas, that´s your trademark you know."

"Can you please do me a favor, and find that magic key of yours?" Bartowski said suggestively.

She felt so weak, her eyes were so heavy.

Soon, this was all going to be over.

"Hey, I found another one give me a hand guys!"

She knew that voice! But it was just so hard to concentrate at the moment. She could feel herself being lifted up gently and carried into something very, very, soft.

"She is pretty, good eye Bartowski." Andre made a statement.

"Just shut up will you?" Bartowski´s voice was now full of anger.

"Whatever."

"Don´t worry miss you gonna be just fine." Was all she heard before the world become dark again.