Chapter 10-
Will's Car
Will studied the car behind him. God, stop being so paranoid. Yet, he still took a glance in the rear view mirror. To get his mind off it all he turned on the music. When he was still thinking about the people after him, he turned it off. No use in having it on. He didn't know where he was going. Sydney was going to call him if... no... when he could come back. She's going to be fine, Will. Just fine. Michael's not going to let her get into trouble... he cares about her. Will still studied the car behind him.
Devlin's Office
"You're sure about this?" Devlin looked at Sydney, questioning her answer.
"Yes, I'm positive... my answer is never going to change." Sydney smiled looking at Vaughn. He's worried about you. She thought when she saw the look on his face.
"Okay then. Your flight leaves in two hours." Devlin told them. "Good luck, Sydney."
"Thanks." Sydney, Vaughn and Weiss all left the room.
Weiss smiled when he saw Haladki.
"Hey Haladki!" Weiss walked over to him waving. Vaughn put an arm around Sydney's shoulders and led her over there... both of them were smiling.
"Hey Weiss." Haladki said. "Vaughn..." He looked at Sydney. "This must be Agent Bristow. Pleasure." He nodded.
"Hi." Sydney said as Vaughn took his arm off her shoulders and put them around her waist, holding her to him.
"Are you working for the CIA now only?" He asked, a little confused by what was going on. Arm around her waist...
"Sort of..." Sydney said.
Vaughn cut her off. "She's going on a mission that is supposed to bring down SD-6 for good."
Haladki nodded. "Good for you..." He was actually being quiet. "Why are you so happy about that?" He asked Weiss after noticing his smile.
"I'm happy because now I won't have to listen to your cracks about Vaughn being emotionally attached. And I won't have to give my own anymore." At that Sydney laughed. Vaughn had repeated some of the cracks each of them had made... neither were very good.
Haladki let out a breath. "Yeah." Then he walked away.
"Anyway, let's go." Weiss pulled them both down to the outside world.
Francie's House – 2 hours later
Francie tried to pay attention to the TV, but found that she couldn't. She wanted to know how Sydney was; she wanted to know what was happening now. Weiss had called her and told her that Sydney's plan was leaving and that he'd call her later. That was it.
The doorbell rang pulling her out of her thoughts. When she opened it she gasped.
"We need to talk." Charlie leaned on the door frame.
"No we don't." She started to close the door, but he held it open.
"Francie." Charlie pushed and she opened it and let him in.
"Talk fast." Francie told him as she sat on the couch.
"I'm sorry." He sat down next to her. "I'm sorry for what I did... I'm sorry we called off the wedding... I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it... I thought that you'd learned that already." She stood up again and walked to the door.
"Francie." He got up and followed her. "I still want to be with you..."
"Well, I don't want to be with you." She opened the door and leaned on it. "Get out."
"I'm serious. I've changed." Charlie didn't move.
"Well, I'm serious when I say that I don't care if you've changed or not. I have someone else now and he cares about me, not about himself." Francie gestured for him to leave.
Charlie walked out the door then turned around. "Francie."
She shut the door and sat back down on the couch. Turning on the TV she thought. Hope Sydney's okay.
New York
Sydney's dyed, black hair blew in the wind. Her blue tinted sunglasses were settled right below the bottom of her eyes. The dress she was wearing was short, landing above her knee. It was dark blue. She was wearing medium sized hoop ear rings and four rings. On her thumbs were plain rings with black designs. On her left middle finger she had a ring with a diamond in the middle and pink stones on either side. And the last was on her right ring finger. It was a plain black gem on a silver ring.
Her leather jacket moved with her and she walked through the gate to the mansion. Just get these passwords and that's it. She worried that Dixon would recognize her, but she'd have to take that chance.
The bodyguard outside was taking everyone's name. Sydney walked up to him and smiled sweetly. He smiled back and asked her name.
"Lillian Farewell." Sydney replied. She watched as his finger ran down the list. He smiled and let her enter.
"Have a nice evening." He watched her walk in and then went back to letting guests enter.
The room was huge and beautiful. A diamond chandelier hung in the middle of the golden ceiling. Sydney scanned the crowd for Dixon, but coming up empty. Hopefully I can just get in and then out. No problems. No trouble. No Dixon.
Sydney looked at the door she was supposed to 'slip' into. There was a man she noticed. He was watching the door. The guard. Devlin and Weiss had told her that the guy living in the mansion had guards watching every high security room. The problem was that they were told to look like regular people... to mingle with the crowd, but to keep an eye on their certain section. This guy was the one by her door.
Sydney made her way over to the man. He was drinking a glass of wine. From the waiter passing her, Sydney grabbed a glass of her own wine.
"Excuse me." She leaned over him and grabbed a napkin from the table next to him. "Sorry." She leaned back holding a napkin in her hand.
He smiled at her and gave her a 'once over'. "Maxwell Jankins." He stood up.
"Lillian Farewell." He took her hand and kissed it, his lips lingered a little too long.
Sydney smiled and finished the rest of her drink. Take the bait.
"Oh, let me." He took her glass and went to see if a waiter had another drink.
While he was gone Sydney made her way to the door. She turned to face the crowd and put her hands behind her back. She felt for the door knob and when she found it she turned it slowly, all the while watching Maxwell get a drink. The door behind her gave way and she slid inside.
The hallway wasn't anything like the room she was in before. At least they have lights. She thought as she walked toward the end of the hallway.
When she got to the door she noticed a 'Do not enter' sign. Ignoring it she walked inside. The room was filled with wires. All connecting to a computer in the back of the room.
As she walked over to it she took a small gold box out of her bag. Placing the box on the top of the computer she sat down and started typing. The box glowed as her fingers clicked the keys.
Will's Car
The motel he finally stopped at was small and disgusting. But it was the only place he had a chance of being safe.
Will opened the door and entered what was supposed to be the main room. Will went and stood in front of the counter. Now usually he would lean on it and make conversation with the guy behind it. But 1) the thing was so gross that Will was seriously scared of catching something. 2) No one was there.
"Hello!" Will yelled.
"I'm coming!" He heard a man yell back.
When the guy finally got to the front desk he groaned as he opened a book. "What do you want?"
"A Big Mac and fries." Will narrowed his eyes. "A room."
The guy sighed. "Name."
Will ran a hand through his hair. "Jason Levet." Sydney had told him to use a different name. Just in case.
"Room 5." The guy took a key off a hook and handed it to Will. When he turned around, Will rubbed the key with his shirt.
The room was at least better then the other room. There had better be running water. Will took a look around and sat on the bed. It's not like I would need TV or anything. Nothing is taking my mind off Sydney right now.
New York
"Come on just one more code." Sydney whispered to herself. Things were downloading into the little box. She was almost done when she felt something cold on the back of her neck.
"Turn around and give me your name." The voice said.
Dixon.