a/n:: This is the second installment of "Danger will Follow" and life is about to get dangerous….hence the title…Enjoy….R&R
DANGER WILL FOLLOW: PART TWO
-Airplane-
-Sydney POV-
During the eternal plane ride I had drifted into a daydream where I had envisioned the aspects of the upcoming mission. SD-6 wanted us to steal files…files which Sloane claimed to already own. Supposedly, Sloane's possessions at the lab were being held in the storage room on the main level because of some 'red tape' as Sloane called it. There was minimum security. It was really only a key and a three digit key code that could thwart our mission. Sloane assigned Vaughn to perform the Recon. Which I was a little shocked by, because this was Vaughn's first mission with SD-6 and they were willing to risk him…I suppose it wasn't a difficult mission…so they figured he'd get some real training in at the same time.
To my surprise my father informed me last night that the Muller device that I stole in Taipei last year was located at the same lab, when I mentioned to my father the irony of it. He told me that he had to pull some strings for that 'red tape'.
The real mission, my counter mission was to infiltrate security by disabling the guards so that Vaughn could disable the security features such as cameras and power. As soon as the power shut off, I would be left in darkness and the fun would begin…
Almost an hour ago when I had been thinking about the rest of my future mission, I was forced back into reality. Vaughn had brushed some hair out of my face and I woke up. "You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to wake you up…." He murmured into my ear. "It's okay; I sleep even better after a mission…" He offered a weak smile and I noticed that there were only a few passengers who remained on the plane.
-On the road-
-Sydney POV-
Vaughn and I dropped our luggage at the hotel. We checked in and walked the few blocks to the Balsame Lab, named after a not so famous scientist, who no one ever heard of.
-Balsame Lab-
-Sydney POV-
We signed in at the main desk; my 'interview' was moments away. My alias on this mission was Mara Pierce and my husband was Max Pierce. Vaughn and I sat in the waiting room silently with a dozen other scientists who actually wanted to work in the decaying building. We sat together until an elderly graying man appeared called out "Dr. Pierce". I eyed Vaughn and nodded as I walked towards the gentleman and in my best, brightest and loudest voice said "It is an honor to meet you. I have always dreamt of working in a famous lab such as the Balsam-ic…" I enunciated my words very loudly and purposely mispronounced the name of the lab. I referred to it as the Balsamic lab, like the dressing; for whatever reason I found it to be entertaining. There was no real purpose for me to talk like this, but Sloane insisted that I appear over the top, so that I would appear extremely distracting and so no one would observe Vaughn's disappearing act. I could here him laughing through my earphone as he slinked away to the storage room.
The elderly gentleman introduced himself as Rutherford Patterson. I again amused myself by writing a mental memo to tell Francie that I met a man named Rutherford Patterson, she had a thing with people with a first name that could be a last name. It was rather humorous after all.
Rutherford; or Dr. Patterson as he instructed me to call him; demanded excellence. When he said excellence he pounded his fist onto his desk and I burst out into giggles. I could hear Vaughn telling me that I could begin my counter. So I composed myself, stood up abruptly and said, "Oh HEAVENS! I lost my precious EAR-ring!" I wanted so badly to fall back into the cushioned chair and laugh but somehow, through my worst acting experience ever, I stayed focused. Dr. Patterson was startled; "I'm sure it'll turn up…" he began in a serious but annoyed tone. I interjected in my loud Southern-drawl, "My husband bought me that DIA-MOND EAR-ring. It was PRICE-less!!!!"
Finally Dr. Patterson called security and escorted me down there himself; he knocked on the security room's door and after it opened and we were let in I sprayed a sleeper spray into the two security guards eyes and also in the eyes of Dr. Patterson. They were out within seconds; their bodies fell to the concrete floor and I waited for Vaughn's single knock on the door.
I let him in. he said "Great job… Good luck…and be careful Sydney." I smiled and gave him a quick hug. As our bodies embraced our lips met for the first time. For a brief moment I was frozen…melting in his eyes….craving for a deeper kiss but still slipping away onto cloud nine from this light kiss…. But eventually Vaughn pulled away.
A big smile surfaced, he said playfully "don't you have a counter mission?" "As a matter of fact I do!" I said. He kissed my nose and said "There will be time for that later…" He winked. It felt good to do that. It felt good to be so close to him. I almost forgot about the mission before he reminded me.
I walked out and pressed the down button on the nearby elevator control pad. The elevator opened. I got in, and the elevator began to descend. I grasped firmly onto the metal bar in the back as I heard Vaughn say "30 seconds till the power is out."
The power faded and I was left in a dark, frozen cube with danger looming in the air. I opened my purse and pulled out a flashlight. I dropped my bag in the corner and popped out the panel at the bottom of the elevator. I popped on the flash light on and could see the service ladder below. I lowered myself down and grasped onto the rusted steel rods. I climbed down until I could go not further. There was about a ten foot gap from the bottom of the shaft and from where the ladder ended. I popped out the panel that was about a foot to my left with a swift kick. I radioed to Vaughn that I had reached my destination.
Between Weiss and my father they had devised a counter which would stem from the room behind the panel I had just opened. I slid into the crawl space and saw the Muller device. It was rather odd that they'd leave such a valuable artifact so weakly hidden, but who am I to complain. It was stuffy and unbearable in there so I snatched the device quickly. I slid out and began climbing back up. Suddenly as I was climbing up the ladder, the elevator turned back on.
What was going on? Vaughn knew not to shut back on the power until I radioed that I was safely inside the elevator on my way back to the main floor.
This was for real. I was scared. I could hear the clanks and clings as the elevator descended.
"VAUGHN!" I screamed. "I'm not back yet…VAUGHN….." I was frantic. I began to climb back down. Where could I go? What could I do? My only option was down…and down was a dismal abyss…
There was no where I could go. Attempting to crawl back into the crawlspace would kill me because once the elevator blocked the little airflow entering the stifled room, I'd pass out. "VAUGHN" I tried again. 'Damn it' I thought. The radio line was dead and Vaughn had no way to reach me.
The Elevator continued to descend; quickly and continuously. A few thoughts rushed to my head. If I let go of the ladder and tried to finagle my way back in, I might fall and….well I didn't have time to ponder my demise.
I'm a take action type of girl, so I went with my plan, because if I allowed myself to jump to the bottom I might as well become a pancake. This had to be my best bet.
I waited and at the exact second I needed to I let go of the ladder with my hands and grasped the bottom rim of the elevator cube. The Muller device rested safely in the 'ultra cool' fanny pack that I'd put on earlier to hold the device. I tried to push myself up using my feet for leverage.
Somehow, between gravity pulling me one way and myself forcing my body the other, I missed. My hands didn't grasp the rim correctly. I tried to regain my footing but instead I fell about 15 feet into what could only be described of as oily tar pit and heard a distinct and clear CRACK as my right leg broke my fall. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry….I wanted to be anywhere but this dirty, dingy, ditch which I feared would become my shallow grave…
My radio connection with Vaughn was long lost and I couldn't even move because of the immense pain that my right leg exuded…I was worse then stuck or trapped…..I was dead and with only seconds to left….I thought of Vaughn….
A/n:: TBC---An update will be posted soon.
DANGER WILL FOLLOW: PART TWO
-Airplane-
-Sydney POV-
During the eternal plane ride I had drifted into a daydream where I had envisioned the aspects of the upcoming mission. SD-6 wanted us to steal files…files which Sloane claimed to already own. Supposedly, Sloane's possessions at the lab were being held in the storage room on the main level because of some 'red tape' as Sloane called it. There was minimum security. It was really only a key and a three digit key code that could thwart our mission. Sloane assigned Vaughn to perform the Recon. Which I was a little shocked by, because this was Vaughn's first mission with SD-6 and they were willing to risk him…I suppose it wasn't a difficult mission…so they figured he'd get some real training in at the same time.
To my surprise my father informed me last night that the Muller device that I stole in Taipei last year was located at the same lab, when I mentioned to my father the irony of it. He told me that he had to pull some strings for that 'red tape'.
The real mission, my counter mission was to infiltrate security by disabling the guards so that Vaughn could disable the security features such as cameras and power. As soon as the power shut off, I would be left in darkness and the fun would begin…
Almost an hour ago when I had been thinking about the rest of my future mission, I was forced back into reality. Vaughn had brushed some hair out of my face and I woke up. "You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to wake you up…." He murmured into my ear. "It's okay; I sleep even better after a mission…" He offered a weak smile and I noticed that there were only a few passengers who remained on the plane.
-On the road-
-Sydney POV-
Vaughn and I dropped our luggage at the hotel. We checked in and walked the few blocks to the Balsame Lab, named after a not so famous scientist, who no one ever heard of.
-Balsame Lab-
-Sydney POV-
We signed in at the main desk; my 'interview' was moments away. My alias on this mission was Mara Pierce and my husband was Max Pierce. Vaughn and I sat in the waiting room silently with a dozen other scientists who actually wanted to work in the decaying building. We sat together until an elderly graying man appeared called out "Dr. Pierce". I eyed Vaughn and nodded as I walked towards the gentleman and in my best, brightest and loudest voice said "It is an honor to meet you. I have always dreamt of working in a famous lab such as the Balsam-ic…" I enunciated my words very loudly and purposely mispronounced the name of the lab. I referred to it as the Balsamic lab, like the dressing; for whatever reason I found it to be entertaining. There was no real purpose for me to talk like this, but Sloane insisted that I appear over the top, so that I would appear extremely distracting and so no one would observe Vaughn's disappearing act. I could here him laughing through my earphone as he slinked away to the storage room.
The elderly gentleman introduced himself as Rutherford Patterson. I again amused myself by writing a mental memo to tell Francie that I met a man named Rutherford Patterson, she had a thing with people with a first name that could be a last name. It was rather humorous after all.
Rutherford; or Dr. Patterson as he instructed me to call him; demanded excellence. When he said excellence he pounded his fist onto his desk and I burst out into giggles. I could hear Vaughn telling me that I could begin my counter. So I composed myself, stood up abruptly and said, "Oh HEAVENS! I lost my precious EAR-ring!" I wanted so badly to fall back into the cushioned chair and laugh but somehow, through my worst acting experience ever, I stayed focused. Dr. Patterson was startled; "I'm sure it'll turn up…" he began in a serious but annoyed tone. I interjected in my loud Southern-drawl, "My husband bought me that DIA-MOND EAR-ring. It was PRICE-less!!!!"
Finally Dr. Patterson called security and escorted me down there himself; he knocked on the security room's door and after it opened and we were let in I sprayed a sleeper spray into the two security guards eyes and also in the eyes of Dr. Patterson. They were out within seconds; their bodies fell to the concrete floor and I waited for Vaughn's single knock on the door.
I let him in. he said "Great job… Good luck…and be careful Sydney." I smiled and gave him a quick hug. As our bodies embraced our lips met for the first time. For a brief moment I was frozen…melting in his eyes….craving for a deeper kiss but still slipping away onto cloud nine from this light kiss…. But eventually Vaughn pulled away.
A big smile surfaced, he said playfully "don't you have a counter mission?" "As a matter of fact I do!" I said. He kissed my nose and said "There will be time for that later…" He winked. It felt good to do that. It felt good to be so close to him. I almost forgot about the mission before he reminded me.
I walked out and pressed the down button on the nearby elevator control pad. The elevator opened. I got in, and the elevator began to descend. I grasped firmly onto the metal bar in the back as I heard Vaughn say "30 seconds till the power is out."
The power faded and I was left in a dark, frozen cube with danger looming in the air. I opened my purse and pulled out a flashlight. I dropped my bag in the corner and popped out the panel at the bottom of the elevator. I popped on the flash light on and could see the service ladder below. I lowered myself down and grasped onto the rusted steel rods. I climbed down until I could go not further. There was about a ten foot gap from the bottom of the shaft and from where the ladder ended. I popped out the panel that was about a foot to my left with a swift kick. I radioed to Vaughn that I had reached my destination.
Between Weiss and my father they had devised a counter which would stem from the room behind the panel I had just opened. I slid into the crawl space and saw the Muller device. It was rather odd that they'd leave such a valuable artifact so weakly hidden, but who am I to complain. It was stuffy and unbearable in there so I snatched the device quickly. I slid out and began climbing back up. Suddenly as I was climbing up the ladder, the elevator turned back on.
What was going on? Vaughn knew not to shut back on the power until I radioed that I was safely inside the elevator on my way back to the main floor.
This was for real. I was scared. I could hear the clanks and clings as the elevator descended.
"VAUGHN!" I screamed. "I'm not back yet…VAUGHN….." I was frantic. I began to climb back down. Where could I go? What could I do? My only option was down…and down was a dismal abyss…
There was no where I could go. Attempting to crawl back into the crawlspace would kill me because once the elevator blocked the little airflow entering the stifled room, I'd pass out. "VAUGHN" I tried again. 'Damn it' I thought. The radio line was dead and Vaughn had no way to reach me.
The Elevator continued to descend; quickly and continuously. A few thoughts rushed to my head. If I let go of the ladder and tried to finagle my way back in, I might fall and….well I didn't have time to ponder my demise.
I'm a take action type of girl, so I went with my plan, because if I allowed myself to jump to the bottom I might as well become a pancake. This had to be my best bet.
I waited and at the exact second I needed to I let go of the ladder with my hands and grasped the bottom rim of the elevator cube. The Muller device rested safely in the 'ultra cool' fanny pack that I'd put on earlier to hold the device. I tried to push myself up using my feet for leverage.
Somehow, between gravity pulling me one way and myself forcing my body the other, I missed. My hands didn't grasp the rim correctly. I tried to regain my footing but instead I fell about 15 feet into what could only be described of as oily tar pit and heard a distinct and clear CRACK as my right leg broke my fall. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry….I wanted to be anywhere but this dirty, dingy, ditch which I feared would become my shallow grave…
My radio connection with Vaughn was long lost and I couldn't even move because of the immense pain that my right leg exuded…I was worse then stuck or trapped…..I was dead and with only seconds to left….I thought of Vaughn….
A/n:: TBC---An update will be posted soon.