In The Air Tonight, Part 3
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Michael Vaughn sat motionless for a moment, staring at the now unconscious battered form of Sydney Bristow in his arms. Bending his face down near hers, he called softly, "Sydney… Sydney…wake up…Sydney…" but it was apparent it would do no good. His medical training told him that she was going into shock.
Sliding her head and shoulders back gently to the floor, he reached up and grabbed a pillow from the bed, reaching down to prop her feet, then he stood and wrenched the blankets from her bed and wrapped them carefully around her, not noticing the streaks of blood he was leaving on the freshly laundered bedspread.
"Hang on, Sydney," he said, brushing stray locks of hair away from her face, and then he reached inside his jacket for his cell phone. He punched 3 on speed dial and waited impatiently for an answer. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon…pick up, damn you!"
The line crackled and then, "Kendall," came the clipped reply.
"Kendall, it's Vaughn. I need medical assistance and a tactical team sent to 231 Morning Glory Drive immediately. Sydney…" his voice broke. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, "Agent Bristow and Analyst Tippin have been compromised…and both appear badly injured and have lost a lot of blood."
Vaughn heard Kendall curse and then immediately give the order for the needed aid and then demanded, "What in the holy hell happened over there!?"
"The double…" Vaughn choked out, glancing over at Francie's mangled body. "She…"
"Did you secure the area, Agent Vaughn?" Kendall interrupted abruptly.
"What!?"
"Did you secure the area!? Did you search the perimeter!? How do you know there aren't more of them out there, Mr. Vaughn!?"
"I'm not leaving Sydney," came Vaughn's curt answer.
"I understand your concern, Agent Vaughn, but we need you to…"
"I'm. Not. Leaving. Her." Vaughn spit between clenched teeth, holding one of Sydney's hands in his free one.
"Agent Vaughn! You need to…"
"Go to Hell!" Vaughn yelled into the receiver and then hung up on the arrogant bastard.
Hitting 2 on his speed dial, Vaughn was greeted with another terse voice. "Bristow."
Jack was in his car; Vaughn could hear road noise in the background. "Jack…Vaughn. It's Sydney…she…" Vaughn was so distraught, he couldn't continue.
Concern immediately colored Jack Bristow's voice. "What? What's happened?"
"She and Will….both attacked….," Vaughn panted, tenuously grasping to coherence, "Francie…it was Francie……." After a long moment of staring at Sydney lying oh so still and pale, he continued, "Jack…she could be….dying…." The last word was barely a whisper.
Jack's fear and concern instantly congealed into fierce determination. "Hang on; I'm on my way," he said, hanging up and flooring the accelerator.