Vaughn was frantic. Although they'd left for the airport as quickly as they
could, bad weather was delaying all the planes. The flight to Moscow had
been delayed by almost an hour. Nothing could take off until the storm
front cleared. He was seriously thinking about using the private jet, but
it's use hadn't been approved for this mission. They where flying out on a
public airliner, and back on a military plane.
All around the small lounge area, his men stood in little groups, talking o each other. There where 12 men in total, not including himself. He brought the total up to lucky thirteen. If he had gone around all of the groups, he'd have found they where all talking about the same thing. The same person. Sydney. Everyone who knew her liked her. She was extremely good at her job, nice to talk to and very well respected.
From the first day, when she'd marched into his office and written a million page statement, she'd commanded respect. He had immediately liked her. He didn't know what to call the emotion he felt, but it was something quite close to love. He was desperately worried about her. He also felt a deep sense of guilt. He was the one who'd come up with the counter mission. He could remember his words clearly
"All you need to do is get the sensor from the building and swap it. We get the real one. SD-6 get the dummy. It's a piece of cake."
Her own words back had been just as well remembered, stored in his memory, where they would haunt him for ever if they where to late. If she where..
"Is that it? Sounds too good to be true. But what the hell, I could really use an easy mission." She'd laughed as she said them.
He sighed and glared at the electronic board displaying the flight times, as if he could change it. Their flight was still delayed. He swore softly and sipped the cup of Luke-warm coffee in his hand. There was a selection of pastries on a table across the room from him. He spotted his favourite, apple wraps. He also saw Sydney's favourite, croissants. He didn't want anything to eat, but couldn't take his eyes of the croissants. The last time he'd seen Sydney, she'd been eating one.
The board behind him beeped as the information on it changed. He turned and his first smile of the day passed across his face. The Moscow flight was boarding. They'd finally got a go. Around him, the agents he was working with scrambled around to gather their stuff. He picked up his heavy black bag and slung it across his shoulder. He grabbed his briefcase in the other hand and walked out of the lounge. He had a plane to catch.
All around the small lounge area, his men stood in little groups, talking o each other. There where 12 men in total, not including himself. He brought the total up to lucky thirteen. If he had gone around all of the groups, he'd have found they where all talking about the same thing. The same person. Sydney. Everyone who knew her liked her. She was extremely good at her job, nice to talk to and very well respected.
From the first day, when she'd marched into his office and written a million page statement, she'd commanded respect. He had immediately liked her. He didn't know what to call the emotion he felt, but it was something quite close to love. He was desperately worried about her. He also felt a deep sense of guilt. He was the one who'd come up with the counter mission. He could remember his words clearly
"All you need to do is get the sensor from the building and swap it. We get the real one. SD-6 get the dummy. It's a piece of cake."
Her own words back had been just as well remembered, stored in his memory, where they would haunt him for ever if they where to late. If she where..
"Is that it? Sounds too good to be true. But what the hell, I could really use an easy mission." She'd laughed as she said them.
He sighed and glared at the electronic board displaying the flight times, as if he could change it. Their flight was still delayed. He swore softly and sipped the cup of Luke-warm coffee in his hand. There was a selection of pastries on a table across the room from him. He spotted his favourite, apple wraps. He also saw Sydney's favourite, croissants. He didn't want anything to eat, but couldn't take his eyes of the croissants. The last time he'd seen Sydney, she'd been eating one.
The board behind him beeped as the information on it changed. He turned and his first smile of the day passed across his face. The Moscow flight was boarding. They'd finally got a go. Around him, the agents he was working with scrambled around to gather their stuff. He picked up his heavy black bag and slung it across his shoulder. He grabbed his briefcase in the other hand and walked out of the lounge. He had a plane to catch.