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She had found out the secret that MI6 and the CIA were hiding; and she had been so close to exposing that lie. But before she could, she realised someone must have ratted her out, and she escaped here – in an alternate time. Here, she no longer worked for MI6, but rather Influx, and she thought that to be her advantage – a chance to see a reality, one that could still happen in her lifetime, and both expose the weaknesses of the other side, and see if it was still possible to expose the plan that would shatter the world as humanity knew it.
Months went by, and Finola had finally collected the final piece of information that would be pivotal in the exposing the cataclysmic plan without being stopped.
But when she returned, through a secret back door that neither the CIA nor MI6 knew, she returned to a world that she was hoping she never had to experience.
First, she found out, it was her father. She of course knew that the bastard worked for Influx, but she was willing to forgive that as she was using this link to find out the true connection between her boss, and Ash. Once her role in the attempted leak was recognised, he was taken back to Influx, presumed to have helped her, and gruesomely murdered. His body was later found in his apartment.
Next, it was her sister. She knew MI6 was tapping the phones, and therefore knew that her sister was oblivious to her plan. But she guessed it wouldn’t do well for Jones’ other daughter to live.
And then, it was Bryan. Finola knew that there was something that he and Maddox were keeping from her, but Bryan hadn’t given her any other reasons to distrust him, and he was instrumental in keeping her father alive. After she had disappeared, he was taken in the middle of the night, his mind messed with, and then whisked away into the darkest corners, no doubt to be another person to experiment the wonders of Debris on.
Finola couldn’t go home – she no longer had one. Both in her birth time, and here, she was needed to be dead. Perhaps she should do it herself. Perhaps she shouldn’t make it easy on them. She had already set the plan in motion; her part was done. She grabbed her gun, putting it to her head. Finger etching to the trigger.
Whether she was going to do it or not would forever remain a mystery, for just then, whether by a curse or miracle, the Debris warped her back to the alternate time.
“I propose we keep her on this particular Debris permanently. It has proven helpful in anticipating the attacks on her plan. And is she none the wiser?” The man behind the screen smiled. It wasn’t Finola’s plan that was succeeding – it was his.