So sorry that it's been so long, everyone. As those of you who read my other story already know, I've been incredibely busy with school, and I just haven't had the time to write. Hopefully, I'll be able to update more regularly now.
Agent Sydney Bristow. CIA.
Me? The head of a new World Power? It's not possible. It's that damn machine of Sloane's! He's doing this to me.
She stared at Sloane across the table. His cold eyes matched her glare. "I know what you're thinking, Sydney. I can see it. We've always had a bond, you and I. Rambaldi's work has allowed me to see inside your head."
"If you honestly believe that, you are even more insane than I thought you were," Sydney said straight-faced.
"Sydney, I can see everything that you can see. I have always known everything that you know. At this moment, I would care not to repeat the words you are using. I cannot imagine where you acquired such a vocabulary."
Sydney bit her tongue to avoid screaming the words in her head. It's impossible. Sloane is not inside my head. Rambaldi is not inside my head. This is just another of Sloane's plans.
"This is not merely a plan, Sydney." Sloane stood and opened the door. He leaned out, and Sydney could hear him speak. "Mr. Sark, I need you to accompany Derevko and Bristow back to their rooms." He re-entered the room with Sark behind him. Sark placed a hand on both Irina's and Jack's shoulders. They stood, both glaring at Sloane, but allowing Sark to guide them out of the room.
Once they were gone, Sloane sat again and faced Sydney. "Sydney, Rambaldi is inside your head, just as he is inside your father's. He has been a part of me for thirty years. I was introduced to Rambaldi by a man named Conrad. Because of him, Milo Rambaldi has a host, he will live again. But I was not Rambaldi's ultimate goal."
You cannot be serious.
"I am serious, Sydney. It has taken me three decades to accept that I am not the one Rambaldi wants. I am merely a messenger. You are the one Rambaldi wants."
Well, if you can read my mind, understand this, Rambaldi is an old, dead man. He may have been brilliant, he may have been a lot of things, but I only know for sure that he is one thing -- dead. Dead men do not invade the brains of the living.
"Then how would you explain this, Sydney?" Sloane asked.
All right. Maybe by some strange coincidence you can predict what I'm going to think, my reactions, but that does nothing to convince me that Rambaldi has a plan that involves me.
Arvin Sloane. Former Alliance member.
I knew this was going to be tricky, Sydney. I expected that much from you. You've never been one for rational thoughts. You let your emotions interfere. That will disappear soon enough.
"I can see this will take time. I should have known. So, Sydney, I will leave you alone to contemplate this." Sloane picked up a file from the stack in front of him. He slid it across the table to Sydney. "You should find that rather compelling." Sloane lifted the remaining files and left the room.
Hope that was enough to satisfy you guys for a while. I'll try and update again soon. Thanks for reading!!!!