I got burnt. I stay inside now. You get chapter now. Lucky you. More to come. Most likely. Have fun. By the way on the last chapter on "Who's the mother?" I felt review deprived. Please don't make me feel review deprived again. Which everonegets the most reviews for their new chapter will most likely get a new chapter because I will be thinking about that story. I'm babbling again.
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"Fine, tell you what Jack, when I get back from Paris, we'll go to dinner, but if you stand me up or you're five minutes late with out even telling me or some work comes up, we will never ever get together again. That means you will have no part of my life. Got it?" Sydney answered and askedin a spiteful voice.
"Yes. I'll call you whenyou get back with the details." Jack walked off to his new office.
Vaughn spoke again. "I don't want you around some dirty old guy if you are having my kid." He whispered in a harsh voice. "I understand if you decide to go with a steady boyfriend around our age, but you will not go with some guy who is thirty years older then you." Sydney started to laugh at what he was saying.
"First off, you have no say over my life whatsoever. Second, he and I never, going to happen. Third, don't call me Sydney; to you it is Agent Bristow. Fourth, the only thing you have to worry about with that guy is him beating your ass to bloody pulp for knocking up his one and only daughter. That's right Agent Vaughn that, was my father. He is also the one known for not caring what people think and doing what he wants include mysteriously making people disappear. I still don't know what happen to my prom date after I got home. And Fifth thing, go the fuck away."
An hour and a half later all three were flying high, on their way to Paris, France.
Sydney was by herself going over mission specs and listening to her mp3 player trying to sink into mission mode. She always relaxed and worked better when she had a song stuck in her head. The band of this mission she wanted to listen to was Smash Mouth.
Vaughn and Eric were sitting next to each other on default. The only sit that was alone Sydney had jumped into when they first got on. That left them to find the two only seats left that happen to be next to each other on the other side of the plane.
They stayed quiet. One did not wanting to speak to the guy that got his best friend, and drinking buddy pregnant. The other didn't want to speak to the best friend of the girl he got pregnant.
The plane ride was a long one to say the least.
In Pairs outside Sark's mansion, Eric was in the van on comms, while Sydney and Vaughn went in to retrieve the disc.
Just as Sydney was about to sneak in through a window she was stopped by a voice behind her.
"Ah, Ms. Bristow, how lovely to see you here, do you mind joining me for a cup of tea?" The smooth British accent of none other then Sark, filled her ears. She soon heard a click of a gun cocking. Sydney put her hands in the air slowly as she removed her finger from the trigger. The gunwas soon jerked out of her hands as was the knife taken from her boot. He also took all her extra clips from her bullet-prof jacket. Then he pulled the comm. link from her ear and placed it in his.
"Agent Weiss I'm assuming…good. I have Ms. Bristow with me here. I assume you don't want to lose your friend since you already lost your drinking buddy. I want you too call Mr. Vaughn back. You may wait for her outside the gate she might be out after tea it if she listens…good." Sark then threw the comm. link to the ground and destroyed it with his foot.
"Ms. Bristow you can put you hands down and there will be no need for guns if you would just simply follow me, but if not I might just have to take away the unborn child you carry and any other chance you have of populating this world."
Two questions popped into Sydney's head as she was lead to the garden. How did he know she was pregnant, only three people did? What had she gotten herself into this time?
