*It's dangerous, you know.

I know. But then, I'll have you to protect me, now won't I?

Of course you will. Not that I think you can't handle yourself.

Oh, really?

Really.*

*Alright. So we're clear on this?

Absolutely.

I mean, if you have any questions, let me know because I'd be happy to go over it again.

Syd, thanks for being such a smart ass, but I think I got it.*

*I don't mean to be prophetic, but something bad is going to happen.

When?

Soon.*

*You know that bad thing I was talking about?

Yeah. what about it?

Well, it's right behind us.*

*RUN!*

*Noooo! Oh god! Vaughn! God!*

*What is that?

Probably garbage. It's nothing, look, can we go now?

Hold on a minute, I thought I just saw a pair of eyes.*

*Where am I? Why were you operating on my back? Who are you? Who am I?*

*-And so we pulled you out of the water, unconscious and bleeding. Three bullet holes were found in your back. You had no identification. You had no distinguishing marks save for two tattoos on either arm and a piece of paper in your shoe with an address from Paris.*

*We've had reports from our French operatives that a man resembling Agent Vaughn was seen wandering outside of the American embassy there.*

*I'm gone.*