Chapter One
Sydney landed on the hard steel platform, her high heel stilettos pounded by the force. She ran across the metal walkway without looking back. Behind her, a husky man wearing a black pullover and black pants charged after her making huge bangs every time his feet hit the steel walkway. In one hand he held a metal baseball bat and the other was dangling loosely, haven been broken by an agent less than half his size.
With the clanging of the large pursuer's feet and Marshall's nervous outbursts pounding in her ears, Sydney searched for a nearby exit. She glanced down the next hallway and saw the door she had come in from at first. She took off running in that direction and wrenched open the large door and locked it behind her. She was safe, for now at least.
"Sydney where are you? The van is still in the same location as before, hurry and get there before those goons set off the alarm." Marshall shouted quickly into his headpiece.
"I'll be there in.." Sydney jumped into the van and Sico slid the door shut behind her.
"Now." Sydney finished as she handed one of the agents the package she had retrieved and sat back exhausted.
"Good work Sydney." The agent told her as he put the package in an inside pocket of his jacket.
"Francie! How much longer are you going to take? I have to get back to work by 2:00! Come on already!" Sydney shouted through her and her roommate's bathroom door.
"Hold your horses!" Francie was out of the small bathroom now all ready for her work.
"Thanks Fran." Sydney rushed into the bathroom and ran a comb through her long straight brown hair and brushed her teeth. She quickly put on her favorite lip-gloss and a little bit of mascara.
"Syd, are you still gonna come to the beach after work? We're having that bon fire remember?" Francie looked at Sydney pleadingly.
"Of course I am I already promised you like 12 times." Sydney laughed, she couldn't blame Francie for not thinking she would come, work kept her from coming to things she promised Francie so many times before. But this time Sloane promised her he wouldn't give her any extra work.
"Good cause there are going to be so many hot guys there!" Francie exclaimed as she grabbed her black Gucci purse and ran out the door.
"Bye Fran!" Sydney shouted as Francie ran down the hallway.
Sydney got into her blue jeep and drove off to Credit Dauphine, her work of five years, well kind of. Credit Dauphine was just a cover for her real job, one of the most important jobs a girl of 24 could get. Sydney worked as a secret agent for a black ops division of the C.I.A. She loved her job, for the most part; she hated telling lies, not being able to tell her friends what she did. That was the hardest part, the lies. And all the overtime she did.
"Good afternoon Agent Bristow." After going through the routine security checks Sydney walked past a desk with a middle-aged woman sitting at.
"Good afternoon" Sydney replied as she walked past. Syd looked around at all the familiar things and sighed. Even with all the drawbacks of this line of work she loved it, the rush and excitement of being in the field, knowing you were doing something for the good of your country. It felt good.
"Hey Syd! Good work on the last mission; did you finish all your debriefing? Oh, do you want a jolly rancher? Grape, pineapple?" Marshall Flinkman's hands shook as he attempted to take out the candies.
"No thank you Marshall" Sydney dropped her coat on her chair and headed to the briefing room where Arvin Sloane already stood.
"Hello Sydney, please sit down. I know I said that you wouldn't have a mission tonight, and you won't you'll be leaving first thing tomorrow morning.