PART 7: WHATEVER HAPPENS…
The CIA's lab had analyzed the Muller device that we stole from London. They had also successfully mimicked it. They were sending it to the airport with Weiss. The plan Vaughn had formulated required us to visit a newsstand outside our terminal. Simultaneously, Weiss would be there flipping through TIME magazine. He'd have his duffle bag on the ground next to him. Vaughn would set his identical duffel next to its twin and during a 20 second surveillance jam they would switch. The surveillance jam was courtesy of my father. He gave me a watch right before we left Sloane's office. The watch's clasp acted as an activation key to the jam which extended to a 3 mile radius.
After the clever swap, Vaughn would walk away with our CIA materials which included the fake Muller Device. No one would be able to detect the switch and it offered us the upper hand in this daring mission. Sadly though this would be the easiest aspect of our mission…
After boarding the plane, we spoke briefly and accessed our laptops and pretended to check our email. We each received one falsified email sent from The CIA to our Credit Dauphine accounts. Mine appeared to be from Francie, it displayed the subject line "Sunday night Dinner?" Vaughn's email appeared to be from his Mother, the subject line read, "I miss you!"
In accessing these emails from our work accounts we were enabling a new virus to pour through our networked SD-6 computers. By responding to the emails we were activating the start of a virus courtesy of Weiss and his buddies in Sci Tech. We didn't delete the emails because by leaving them in our inbox they would eventually be deleted by the
SD-6 mainframe; which would help to spread the leak, and offer us a fighting chance to take down SD-6 one day.
Unlike the previous leak this one Weiss assured us "would be undetectable, even to Marshall's trained eye"
With this new facet of Vaughn's plan enacted we would not only being hopefully saving Will, and appeasing Sloane. We'd also be one step closing to destroying SD-6.
It only took about 2 minutes to begin the leak but I relished in the fact that it could turn into the deluge that could ruin SD-6.
After we completed the email aspect of our counter mission, we relaxed. We knew that within hours we'd be starting a difficult mission. One which would demand our full attention and physical strengths…
We arrived in Taipei by Saturday morning. The exchange with Khasinau was set for 9pm that evening and Vaughn and I still had a lot of preparation to perform. Around noon we reached a circuit box that provided electricity to the alleyway that we'd met Khasinau in later.
We cut the power lines and reconnected them with a CIA filter which looked like a small paperclip. The filter would block surveillance and disable bugs. This was a safety precaution because we didn't need to be surprised later.
The device was rather brilliant in my opinion. The CIA tech guys must really be improving. This device was similar to something I could see Marshall proposing.
My bandaged limp had been recovering rather well and I had been able to reduce my apparent limp and could walk rather well without Vaughn's assistance…but there was no need to decline his help. After all, it was the little things like his arm around me that kept me going through all the peril and pain.
We went back to our hotel room that SD-6 had gotten us. There were two rooms this time. I'm sure Sloane thought that by getting two rooms that we'd focus.
We scanned for bugs and when we were satisfied that we wouldn't compromise the sanctity of the CIA, we proceeded to review the plan. First Vaughn radioed Weiss to acknowledge our completion of the first two aspects of our counter mission.
Then, Vaughn condensed the tactics and intense details into feasible simplistic prose. I tried very hard to concentrate on his words as opposed to his kissable soft lips. I knew that there was no time to daydream but somehow my mind gravitated to Vaughn.
"Alright, we reaffixed the power lines so we have fried the circuitry of bugs and disabled the security surveillance systems." He said as he paced around my hotel room. Now things were about to get complicated.
We rehearsed the plan so many times in the last twenty-four hours that I think I could recite it verbatim from memory. But practice makes perfect so as annoying as this repetition was, it was necessary.
"So you'll go in as Marilyn Stern. You'll carry in this purse which is half of your lifeline." He made a vague gesture to the handbag that was perched upon my oak dresser. "If something goes awry, then you have three options. The glasses you'll be equipped with function not only as a protective goggle from smoke and other hazardous materials, but the glasses emit sleeper spray. Three rounds only though. Then, another option is your mace disguised as a lipstick tube. It holds enough to function successfully 5 times. And in the worst case scenario…there is a wallet with enough money to get you far enough away to…" I stood up and pressed my finger to his lips. "I know" I whispered. "It's just I want to make sure we are…" I again didn't let him finish. I removed my finger and interjected, "I'm scared too but whatever happens….I love you!" He smiled and our lips met. For a moment or possibly several, we forgot that in a few hours that we'd be on our way to attempt a risky feat. He pulled away from a moment. I smiled and knew that once again, business had to come before pleasure. Except usually business with Vaughn was pleasure. We separated and he proceeded to outline the plan.
"I'll be outside the alley. After you grab Will, I'll wait 7 minutes for you to get a head start and then I'll proceed to activating the bomb." He said. "When Sloane hears of the explosion he'll be thrilled that we both escaped. He'll be convinced that the Muller device was destroyed and won't see that we sabotaged the mission." I said. Vaughn smiled and nodded. He knew that I knew what he was going to say next too.
"If Will can not be rescued then we'll reconvene back here and we'll attempt a manual extraction…" I said. Vaughn continued, "I will NOT enable the bomb until you and he have successful reached the safe house." Then he said something new. "If….if they are lying about Will's well being… let them have the doppelganger and get out of there…I'm serious Syd…It's not worth the risk…"
My eyes glazed over from his new comment. 'Did he think Will was dead?' I wondered. No, I needed to think positive. I couldn't assume the worst. Not now, nor ever. I'd just have to hope… and hope was a powerful thing.
Before Vaughn had a chance to ask if I had any questions, I jokingly picked at what he said earlier. "You said I only have three options in case of danger…You forgot the most important one though…" Vaughn looked puzzled but easily understood what I was implying. "I didn't think I had to say that you could attack all the guards and everyone there…" I giggled a mirthless laugh. "I don't want you to forget. That's my biggest asset…" I looked embarrassed after I said the words though; Vaughn looked as though he wanted to express what my biggest asset was in his opinion, but knew now was not the time…
I recovered from my thoughts that Vaughn doubted Will's well being and attempted to compose myself. We both gathered ourselves because the time was growing nearer… Vaughn and I parted in order to get ready for our upcoming mission.
I smoothed my blonde wig and painted my face with an excess of dramatic make-up. My eyes looked so deeply set that when I glanced up into the mirror I barely recognized myself. I hoped Sark wouldn't either.
Vaughn and I reconvened a little later and he was dressed in a sleek black suit. He was lucky; I on the other hand was clad in a dark burgundy pant suit with four inch heels. I would manage, but I longed to be comfortable on one mission….maybe one day. We reached our parting point about 3 blocks from the alley. The time was growing near and as Vaughn and I prepared to divide, we shared a few brief words.
"Be careful" Vaughn requested. "I will" I said as we embraced. "Good luck…" he said. I could tell he was nervous. He was tense and looking paler then usual. "Whatever happens…" I said. I was attempting to repeat the same line that had qualmed his fears prior…he interjected though; "I love you too."
Three simple words… (Well in this case there were four words)…gave me a determination to succeed. I had to succeed, I thought as I walked towards the alley way…if I failed….
I let that thought fall upon deaf ears. I needed to be prepared to take on the world…or at least a significant part of it…
A/n:: Part Eight is going to be exciting. I hope you enjoyed part 7 and that it helped you to understand Vaughn's plan. Keep reading and reviewing…thanks!
The CIA's lab had analyzed the Muller device that we stole from London. They had also successfully mimicked it. They were sending it to the airport with Weiss. The plan Vaughn had formulated required us to visit a newsstand outside our terminal. Simultaneously, Weiss would be there flipping through TIME magazine. He'd have his duffle bag on the ground next to him. Vaughn would set his identical duffel next to its twin and during a 20 second surveillance jam they would switch. The surveillance jam was courtesy of my father. He gave me a watch right before we left Sloane's office. The watch's clasp acted as an activation key to the jam which extended to a 3 mile radius.
After the clever swap, Vaughn would walk away with our CIA materials which included the fake Muller Device. No one would be able to detect the switch and it offered us the upper hand in this daring mission. Sadly though this would be the easiest aspect of our mission…
After boarding the plane, we spoke briefly and accessed our laptops and pretended to check our email. We each received one falsified email sent from The CIA to our Credit Dauphine accounts. Mine appeared to be from Francie, it displayed the subject line "Sunday night Dinner?" Vaughn's email appeared to be from his Mother, the subject line read, "I miss you!"
In accessing these emails from our work accounts we were enabling a new virus to pour through our networked SD-6 computers. By responding to the emails we were activating the start of a virus courtesy of Weiss and his buddies in Sci Tech. We didn't delete the emails because by leaving them in our inbox they would eventually be deleted by the
SD-6 mainframe; which would help to spread the leak, and offer us a fighting chance to take down SD-6 one day.
Unlike the previous leak this one Weiss assured us "would be undetectable, even to Marshall's trained eye"
With this new facet of Vaughn's plan enacted we would not only being hopefully saving Will, and appeasing Sloane. We'd also be one step closing to destroying SD-6.
It only took about 2 minutes to begin the leak but I relished in the fact that it could turn into the deluge that could ruin SD-6.
After we completed the email aspect of our counter mission, we relaxed. We knew that within hours we'd be starting a difficult mission. One which would demand our full attention and physical strengths…
We arrived in Taipei by Saturday morning. The exchange with Khasinau was set for 9pm that evening and Vaughn and I still had a lot of preparation to perform. Around noon we reached a circuit box that provided electricity to the alleyway that we'd met Khasinau in later.
We cut the power lines and reconnected them with a CIA filter which looked like a small paperclip. The filter would block surveillance and disable bugs. This was a safety precaution because we didn't need to be surprised later.
The device was rather brilliant in my opinion. The CIA tech guys must really be improving. This device was similar to something I could see Marshall proposing.
My bandaged limp had been recovering rather well and I had been able to reduce my apparent limp and could walk rather well without Vaughn's assistance…but there was no need to decline his help. After all, it was the little things like his arm around me that kept me going through all the peril and pain.
We went back to our hotel room that SD-6 had gotten us. There were two rooms this time. I'm sure Sloane thought that by getting two rooms that we'd focus.
We scanned for bugs and when we were satisfied that we wouldn't compromise the sanctity of the CIA, we proceeded to review the plan. First Vaughn radioed Weiss to acknowledge our completion of the first two aspects of our counter mission.
Then, Vaughn condensed the tactics and intense details into feasible simplistic prose. I tried very hard to concentrate on his words as opposed to his kissable soft lips. I knew that there was no time to daydream but somehow my mind gravitated to Vaughn.
"Alright, we reaffixed the power lines so we have fried the circuitry of bugs and disabled the security surveillance systems." He said as he paced around my hotel room. Now things were about to get complicated.
We rehearsed the plan so many times in the last twenty-four hours that I think I could recite it verbatim from memory. But practice makes perfect so as annoying as this repetition was, it was necessary.
"So you'll go in as Marilyn Stern. You'll carry in this purse which is half of your lifeline." He made a vague gesture to the handbag that was perched upon my oak dresser. "If something goes awry, then you have three options. The glasses you'll be equipped with function not only as a protective goggle from smoke and other hazardous materials, but the glasses emit sleeper spray. Three rounds only though. Then, another option is your mace disguised as a lipstick tube. It holds enough to function successfully 5 times. And in the worst case scenario…there is a wallet with enough money to get you far enough away to…" I stood up and pressed my finger to his lips. "I know" I whispered. "It's just I want to make sure we are…" I again didn't let him finish. I removed my finger and interjected, "I'm scared too but whatever happens….I love you!" He smiled and our lips met. For a moment or possibly several, we forgot that in a few hours that we'd be on our way to attempt a risky feat. He pulled away from a moment. I smiled and knew that once again, business had to come before pleasure. Except usually business with Vaughn was pleasure. We separated and he proceeded to outline the plan.
"I'll be outside the alley. After you grab Will, I'll wait 7 minutes for you to get a head start and then I'll proceed to activating the bomb." He said. "When Sloane hears of the explosion he'll be thrilled that we both escaped. He'll be convinced that the Muller device was destroyed and won't see that we sabotaged the mission." I said. Vaughn smiled and nodded. He knew that I knew what he was going to say next too.
"If Will can not be rescued then we'll reconvene back here and we'll attempt a manual extraction…" I said. Vaughn continued, "I will NOT enable the bomb until you and he have successful reached the safe house." Then he said something new. "If….if they are lying about Will's well being… let them have the doppelganger and get out of there…I'm serious Syd…It's not worth the risk…"
My eyes glazed over from his new comment. 'Did he think Will was dead?' I wondered. No, I needed to think positive. I couldn't assume the worst. Not now, nor ever. I'd just have to hope… and hope was a powerful thing.
Before Vaughn had a chance to ask if I had any questions, I jokingly picked at what he said earlier. "You said I only have three options in case of danger…You forgot the most important one though…" Vaughn looked puzzled but easily understood what I was implying. "I didn't think I had to say that you could attack all the guards and everyone there…" I giggled a mirthless laugh. "I don't want you to forget. That's my biggest asset…" I looked embarrassed after I said the words though; Vaughn looked as though he wanted to express what my biggest asset was in his opinion, but knew now was not the time…
I recovered from my thoughts that Vaughn doubted Will's well being and attempted to compose myself. We both gathered ourselves because the time was growing nearer… Vaughn and I parted in order to get ready for our upcoming mission.
I smoothed my blonde wig and painted my face with an excess of dramatic make-up. My eyes looked so deeply set that when I glanced up into the mirror I barely recognized myself. I hoped Sark wouldn't either.
Vaughn and I reconvened a little later and he was dressed in a sleek black suit. He was lucky; I on the other hand was clad in a dark burgundy pant suit with four inch heels. I would manage, but I longed to be comfortable on one mission….maybe one day. We reached our parting point about 3 blocks from the alley. The time was growing near and as Vaughn and I prepared to divide, we shared a few brief words.
"Be careful" Vaughn requested. "I will" I said as we embraced. "Good luck…" he said. I could tell he was nervous. He was tense and looking paler then usual. "Whatever happens…" I said. I was attempting to repeat the same line that had qualmed his fears prior…he interjected though; "I love you too."
Three simple words… (Well in this case there were four words)…gave me a determination to succeed. I had to succeed, I thought as I walked towards the alley way…if I failed….
I let that thought fall upon deaf ears. I needed to be prepared to take on the world…or at least a significant part of it…
A/n:: Part Eight is going to be exciting. I hope you enjoyed part 7 and that it helped you to understand Vaughn's plan. Keep reading and reviewing…thanks!