She thought the nightmare was over, but as soon as she opened her eyes, there he was. At least he's asleep. She pulled back the covers and tried to find her clothes, but stumbled in the dark. She heard him move, rustling the sheets. She froze. Oh don't wake up, please. She had to get out, get away. Get away from him.
Finally she found her sweater and jeans, pulling them on as silently as she could. She didn't dare check her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She simply ran her hands though her tangled brown hair. Keys, Sydney, keys. She rifled though her pockets. Nothing. Damn. She groped around on the floor for a few seconds before trying his pants. There they were. How did they get there? She looked at him, sprawled out on the bed. Bastard.
She turned to the door and carefully opened it. The morning light shone onto the bed, into his face. She winced as he turned his head away. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stepped out of the hotel room and turned to the car, parked a few rows down.
"There you are. Are you ready?"
She turned to see Vaughn. She smiled at him, pushing aside the apprehension beginning to boil in the pit of her stomach.
"Yes, let's go." He took her hand and she fought back a grimace. Just get out of here. Just leave him behind.
They got in the car and drove away. Away from that awful room with him still sleeping. She rested her head against her hand as they drove.
"So how did you sleep?" She heard Vaughn say, but it seemed foggy in her ears.
She opened the door to her hotel room. Her current assignment required that she and Vaughn not share a room. It was small and inexpensive, but they were here for undercover, not for vacation. She set her bag on the small table and pulled out a blond wig and a screen print tank top and shorts.
The mission was simple, just surveillance on an arms dealer in the Bahamas. Nothing to retrieve, no acts to play. Well, that wasn't completely true. When are all the bad guys going to be gone so we can live normal lives? She gave a sigh as she opened the sliding glass door that led to the beach. Focus, focus.
The hot sun beat down on her bare shoulders and she was glad her wig was short. As she put her wide sunglasses on, she spotted Vaughn a few yard away. He was wearing a semi loose sleeveless tee that revealed his tattoo and board shorts. He too, was wearing sunglasses, both of which Marshall had equipped with microphones.
Sydney's also had a scanner, which would serve to find the disk that Sloan had told them Armos Miguel had with him at all times. This was the disk that she and Nadia would retrieve if all went well today.
"Syd, do you have a visual on Miguel?" She heard Vaughn's voice through the com.
Sweeping the crowded beach, she saw nothing. "Negative." She replied. She felt a trickle of doubt. "Are you sure he's here?"
"He's gotta be. Hotel records confirm he's still staying here."
An idea popped into her head. "Vaughn, did they say he was staying alone?"
Her comm was silent for a moment. "Damn it. He here with his family. He's on a freakin vacation."
She pulled her sunglasses up on her head in defeat. They had been hoping to catch him alone. Now Nadia's mission was most likely impossible. They had no idea how long he was staying, not even if he'd be alone at any time.
"Vaughn," She said slowly, "We can do this now, today."
"What are you talking about, we don't know who he's with, what he's--" Vaughn started.
"Trust me." Was all she said.