Chapter 7
After some time, Sydney finally was ready act. She was still at the CIA and so far not wishing to do anything other than finding her family. She had to. She knew Dixon would do everything possible, and in some way, she truly hoped that'd be enough. However, in her heart she knew it wouldn’t. She told him everything that happened, detailing every move of hers.
"They said something about… I don't know, the delivery, or the deliverer, handler maybe…" she didn’t sound convinced.
In half an hour, they had Marshall working on the space recordings of the area around Sydney's house. Whoever those people were, they ought to be visible. And then, they knew it was all wrong, because after watching three times, they understood someone managed to fake the transmission.
"I thought it was impossible," said Sydney.
"I thought so too." Marshall squeezed his shoulders.
"Block all the systems, we might have a mole," Dixon interrupted. Taking out his cell phone, he called about safety measures and personal warnings to the agents who were still out in the field. Whoever hacked into the system probably knew every operation the agency was involved in now.
"If they found me." Syd spoke blinking, "it means they can find any other agents."
Two more agents stormed into the room while Dixon was still looking at the screen. He checked the personnel records and was now verifying retirement data, which would take some time.
"Uh, sir…" one of the agents began. Seeing Dixon turned to face him, he continued. "We believe that's the same group that attacked us before. The Nameless, I mean." He stopped. "Our system has been compromised. Twice." Nervous laughter flew rippled through the room.
"I've shut the window," Marshall said. "Our van with a prisoner we've been waiting for has arrived. Should we refuse entry regarding the safety and blocks?"
"What prisoner?" Syd wondered as Dixon told them to let the van in. If it was Nameless who they would have to deal with in order to get Bristow's family back, Dixon had better have their agent locked up.
Fifteen minutes later, a young girl was put into the cell with a one glass-wall. She interestedly looked at her new surroundings sitting on the bunk, not sure if she'd have a chance to make a first contact. Her body ached, and would for a long time. Two minutes passed before three agents faced her through the glass: two men and one woman whom she recognized to be Irina's daughter, Sydney.
"Hi," the prisoner smiled at the guests. "I'm afraid I haven't unpacked my stuff yet, I just moved in." She tried to get up, but sat back immediately as she felt a sharp pain. She wished she knew what brought Sydney back to the CIA. The girl continued staring at the agents. She'd thought it would be a problem to find the woman, and instead, Sydney came to her. That might also mean something happened.
"We believe you can tell us something," Dixon began.
"And you are…" Svetlana left it unsaid meaning a question.
"I'm Director Dixon, and these are agents Bristow and Tarrens. “You've been brought here to give us information, which we need right away."
"But its night, I'm tired."
"You are an agent of the," Sydney paused to pick up the needed word "the group that kidnapped my family. If you truly believe I'll wait until the morning to question you, you're wrong."
Svetlana froze. Not that she'd be sorry for the CIA's agent's family, but the plan was totally different. If the ITC changed it in just two weeks, then, what happened? She kept silent as long as she could, and then spoke slowly. "What makes you think that it was ours?" Her accent nearly vanished, and then, came back. "Und was… even if so, how I can help?"
"How did they get into our system?"
"Entshuldigun. Speak again." Svetlana said.
"Your organization hacked our system. How?"
"Uhhh. Ich weise nicht. Nothing," she repeated. She really didn't know. If they had had any chance to get Bristow by breaking into the CIA's system, would she be risking her life now? Sveta couldn't be sure that wasn't some part of a game they played to trick her, but in some way she suspected that the ITC's enemy came too close now. Looking attentively at Sydney, she tried to think the possible ways: would it somehow be connected to Irina's kidnapping? "Und I nicht think it was us."
"How so?" Dixon leaned into the glass.
"You know ITC is Irina Derevko organization. Da? Why would we put her daughter in danger?"
"ITC? What's that? Is that how you call yourself?" Tarrens spoke, and Svetlana nodded.
"If not you, then, who?" He asked.
"I don't know. We were attacked too." She lowered her head and looked at her feet. So, someone managed to break into the system, and identify their secret agents. Wow, that's so embarrassing that the ITC couldn't do the same!
"Uh, sir!" Marshal's voice echoed in the cellblock. "You'd better come see this."
End of chapter 7