Parker looked at the screen, intently, trying to fathom the depth ofdeceit the Centre actually was capable of sinking too.She caught sightof her reflection on the darkened computer screen. She had paled visible,and her eyes flashed: she looked as though she could kill someone.
 
Anger was an understatement.

So, for that matter, were all the other emotions that swirled in herbrain. Parker sat motionless, willing herself to take slow regular breaths.. .think of nothing but breathing . . . slow. . .calming breaths. . .calming.. .calm. . .

Parker removed the disc, slipping it in the folder that Broots had hurriedlydelivered a few moments after the disc stopped; then he scurried out ofthe office like a scared mouse before she could speak. It was just as well,considering the mood she was in.

The images were burned into her brain, no more like seared, she hadto control herself from shaking. Picking up the file with unsteady hands,she perused through the papers, everything from birth certificate, adoptionrecords, intelligent tests, and the piece de resistance, the damn recordingof her sister's birth-eight months after her mother's supposed death.Wynnewas her sister.She wasn't sure it she should be angry with Wynne, her fatheror just everyone in general.Logically, she knew that being angry at Wynnewas next to impossible, after all it was Wynne that brought this littlesecret to light. As for being angry with her father, she'd been angry withhim almost all of her life, why should this revelation be any different.

 "Miss Parker," the voice was that of Sydney's," Are you all right?"

 "Just peachy," she snapped," I just found out that my mother didn'tdie, at least she was still alive as of December 1970, when she gave birthto my half-sister.My father let his own flesh and blood be adopted, thenstolen back by the Centre, trained by Raines and neglected to tell me.Almostas bad as when Raines stole my brother, all in the name of Centre business.So,do you want to ask me, again, if I'm all right? Where is my baby sister?"she looked at the good doctor.

Sydney reached over and handed Parker the note that had been under thedisc when Wynne left it on his desk, earlier.Unfolding the piece of paper,Parker scanned the contents, then looked up at Syd.

 "Did you read this?"

"Is my name on the front?"

"No. If I'm not mistaken that's my name," she smiled.
 
"My, aren't we perceptive?"

 "Are you interested in the contents?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

 "Willing to share, Miss Parker."

"Funny, Syd. Look, I need to meet Wynne and you need to cover for me,"she leaned across the desk, her fingers steeple under her chin.

"Why?"

 "Later, Sydney," she rose from the chair and headed for the door,turning around before she left," If you hear from our favorite pretender,tell him . . ."

 "Tell him what?" inquired Lyle, from behind Parker.

 "That one of this days, he'll see the light," she smirked," Nowif you will excuse me, I have a lunch date."

 "Who's the newest conquest?" Lyle sneered.

"Me," a voice piped up from behind Lyle.
 
 "Wynne, I was just on my way to meet you, that is until Lylehere, detained me," Parker smirked.

 "I thought I told you to find the boy and major for me. Did youaccomplish that already?"

 "Nnnnnno," Lyle stammered as Wynne pat his cheek in a patronizingmatter causing Miss Parker to snicker, which in turn caused Lyle to glareat her.

 "Run along and track down the boy and major, Lyle," Wynne whisperedin his ear, "or else."

 The threat was not lost on Lyle, who scurried out of Wynne's sight,afraid of just what the consequences could be.

"We need to talk?" Parker hissed under her breath, turning a cool gazeon Wynne.

"I know, not here. It isn't safe." Wynne looked into unreadable blueeyes.She gestured toward the elevator and both casually walked to the metaldoors. It was Parker, who pushed the button, then grimaced slightly whenthe doors opened.The two stepped in to the small box and then Parker whippedher head around to look Wynne in the eyes.

"How long?"

"Have I known," Wynne answered barely audible, a sly smile playing onher lips," How long have you been away with our favorite boy genius?"

Shock crossed Parker's features, and she sagged against the elevatorwall.

 "You know about. . ." she murmured.

 "Why do you think he called you?" Wynne's green eyes narrowed.
 
Parker watched Wynne nod, and as she did her hand moved to the goldchain that hung around her neck, revealing a tiny golden scroll necklace,similar to the one Parker had received from Jarod.

 "There were four of these," Wynne whispered, as the light fromthe elevator played on the tiny necklace," Jarod and I added a fifth."

" Why?"

"Patience, Parker."

 "With that said the elevator came to halt and the doors slid open,yet it was not the lobby of the Centre that they had arrived on.Insteadit was level that Parker was unfamiliar with.

 "Come on, there's someone you need to meet?" Wynne took hold ofParker's hand.

It was at the moment that a dark silhouette of a figure emerged fromthe shadows.

"Safe to see Angel." Angelo muttered, then looked into Miss Parker'seyes," Needs mother, too."

 "What's he talking about Wynne?" she looked at the young woman.

 "This way, Parker," Wynne made her way down the darkened corridor,and stopped in front of a metal door, punching a security code into theelectronic lock, the clicking of the latch releasing echoed loudly, thatParker turned to see if anyone would come running.
Pushing the door open, Wynne entered the dimly light room, surveyingthe contents, her eyes fell upon a lone figure, huddled on a small cotin the corner of the room.

 "Hello, young Angel," she whispered, "are you ready to fly away?I know someone that wants to see you again. He misses you."

The figure scrambled off the bed and stared at the woman.

"Gem," she whispered, then an audible gasp was heard from behind.

"Oh, my God!" Parker stammered and stared opened mouthed," It's me."
 
 
 
 

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