They both thanked her as she walked out, and after Alice secured the iron front door, she turned back to Dana.

"First I’m getting us both a big fucking drink and then you’re telling me everything minute detail about what the hell has just happened in the last hour."

Alice led the way up the stairs and out onto Shane’s roof, with Dana following close behind, wine and glasses in her hands. Alice sat down at the wooden table in the middle of the patio, bringing her feet up onto her seat so that her chin rested on her knees. Lighting a cigarette, she looked at Dana expectantly.

"What Alice?" Dana asked, slightly irked by Alice’s staring. She poured two glasses of red and then sat opposite Alice, her arms crossed. "What exactly do you want me to tell you?"

"Well start at the point where my home was bombed and then work on it from there," Alice replied sarcastically. "How the hell do you know about what I do?"

"I work for the CIA. Mostly analysis, examination…"

"Spying," Alice interrupted. Dana shrugged and nodded her head before continuing.

"Yes, I’m a spy basically. For the past few years I’ve been investigating Xavier and his superiors, tracking their growing popularity…"

"So you’re not a tennis player…" Alice asked slowly. Dana hesitated before speaking.

"I was originally but then this job came up… they keep me in tournaments every so often as a guise," Dana explained, with Alice nodding every so often. "I was in NY for a ‘tournament’ because my superior needed me to continue research on one of Xavier’s agent. One which I had been investigating for the past three years…"

"It was me, wasn’t it?" Alice asked quietly, remembering how Dana had knocked on her door. "You knew I hardly slept at night, so you knocked on my door…"

"Yeah," Dana replied in a whisper, looking down into her half empty glass. "Look Alice I…."

"So you already knew about me, about everything," Alice said slowly, her voice displaying mild aggravation. "You knew about ‘Charlie Alton,’ and what I did… everything?"