((Author's Note: My brain can not handle an action sequence. So something
unexpected may happen instead.. *wink wink*))
Sydney tried to pace herself, but she felt her strides getting faster and larger every moment. There was a strange feeling of contentment now, ever since she'd gotten a call that Will was alive, but in the ER.
It was a miracle.
And now she would be settling something with her mother, once and for all. It would be a huge piece filled of the puzzle of her life and she could finally move on.
The beam she gave to Vaughn, was not just a cover for her tourist-alias.
Vaughn tried to give her a smile with the same energy, but failed. He on the other hand, felt drained and unhappy. What good would arresting Irina do? She'd only escape. He was shocked to see that he would be happy to shoot her then and there, the moment he saw, but he knew that the CIA would be mad at him enough for doing this behind their backs, without him killing someone who could tell them a lot of information.
Vaughn scratched at his itchy hawaiian shirt.
"Was the costume really necessary?" he whispered to Sydney.
"You didnt have to come, Vaughn. Dad could have gone in your place" Sydney whispered back.
There was a grunt as a reply. Vaughn didn't know exactly what he wanted, but he knew he needed to be with Sydney.
They approached the service desk. Sydney smiled at the clerk and spoke a thick russian accent.
'Geez, she sounds like her mother' thought Vaughn.
"I vant to go to Americas' Sydney said.
"America?" The clerks smile was still in place. "Which part of America would that be? You already are in America."
"I fink... Las Vegas' Sydney said, looking up at the flights that were almost ready to board.
"You're in luck, we're almost ready to board our next flight to Las Vegas"
He printed off their tickets, and handed them to him.
"Have a nice flight!"
Sydney smiled at Vaughn, and pulled his hand. She cuddled to him affectionately, at the same time moving swiftly down a side corridor.
"Oh myz, what a cute huzbund you are!" Sydney said, keeping up the charade.
Stopping suddenly, she spotted the door she had been looking for. She dropped Vaughn's hand, and kicked the door open.
Slipping off her shirt, to reveal a tank top, she grabbed the weaponry from her suitcase.
Vaughn followed her lead, grabbing his weaponry but keeping the shirt.
"We'd never get through customs anyway, so we'll just have to go the tricky way."
Vaughn smiled a knowing smile. "The air vents" he said, looking up.
"You bet."
Sydney dragged a chair to position it under the opening to a vent. She jumped on it, and then swung herself into the opening.
Once she was inside, she beckoned to Vaughn to follow. She began to crawl through the narrow tunnels.
"Do you know which way?" Vaughn said to her, when they reached an intersection.
"Not exactly.." Sydney said, but she began to head left.
Vaughn didnt question her, and followed quietly. His knees were beginning to hurt when they suddenly heart chatter under neath them.
"We're above the terminal" Sydney whispered to him. "Shhhh"
She rounded another corner and then stopped. She maneuvered into another position, and then with her feet, kicked down the door to an air vent opening. She dropped down into the room below, Vaughn following.
"Where are we?" Vaughn asked.
"We're in a store-room next to the terminal." she said, eyeing her surroundings. "Terminal 3 should be out that door, she said. And that's where Laura Bristow should be walking down."
Vaughn nodded, but then froze as he felt a sharp object pressed in to his head.
"Wrong Sydney..." a female said.
Sydney turned around quickly, to see Irina holding a gun to Vaughn's head. She gasped.
Her brain told her to freeze, and not make a wrong move so that Irina wouldn't blow his head off.. but her heart won, and she wanted to rescue Vaughn now and then. She pulled a gun out of her belt, but as she did...
There was a bang...
((This is a short chapter. Next chapter soon))
Sydney tried to pace herself, but she felt her strides getting faster and larger every moment. There was a strange feeling of contentment now, ever since she'd gotten a call that Will was alive, but in the ER.
It was a miracle.
And now she would be settling something with her mother, once and for all. It would be a huge piece filled of the puzzle of her life and she could finally move on.
The beam she gave to Vaughn, was not just a cover for her tourist-alias.
Vaughn tried to give her a smile with the same energy, but failed. He on the other hand, felt drained and unhappy. What good would arresting Irina do? She'd only escape. He was shocked to see that he would be happy to shoot her then and there, the moment he saw, but he knew that the CIA would be mad at him enough for doing this behind their backs, without him killing someone who could tell them a lot of information.
Vaughn scratched at his itchy hawaiian shirt.
"Was the costume really necessary?" he whispered to Sydney.
"You didnt have to come, Vaughn. Dad could have gone in your place" Sydney whispered back.
There was a grunt as a reply. Vaughn didn't know exactly what he wanted, but he knew he needed to be with Sydney.
They approached the service desk. Sydney smiled at the clerk and spoke a thick russian accent.
'Geez, she sounds like her mother' thought Vaughn.
"I vant to go to Americas' Sydney said.
"America?" The clerks smile was still in place. "Which part of America would that be? You already are in America."
"I fink... Las Vegas' Sydney said, looking up at the flights that were almost ready to board.
"You're in luck, we're almost ready to board our next flight to Las Vegas"
He printed off their tickets, and handed them to him.
"Have a nice flight!"
Sydney smiled at Vaughn, and pulled his hand. She cuddled to him affectionately, at the same time moving swiftly down a side corridor.
"Oh myz, what a cute huzbund you are!" Sydney said, keeping up the charade.
Stopping suddenly, she spotted the door she had been looking for. She dropped Vaughn's hand, and kicked the door open.
Slipping off her shirt, to reveal a tank top, she grabbed the weaponry from her suitcase.
Vaughn followed her lead, grabbing his weaponry but keeping the shirt.
"We'd never get through customs anyway, so we'll just have to go the tricky way."
Vaughn smiled a knowing smile. "The air vents" he said, looking up.
"You bet."
Sydney dragged a chair to position it under the opening to a vent. She jumped on it, and then swung herself into the opening.
Once she was inside, she beckoned to Vaughn to follow. She began to crawl through the narrow tunnels.
"Do you know which way?" Vaughn said to her, when they reached an intersection.
"Not exactly.." Sydney said, but she began to head left.
Vaughn didnt question her, and followed quietly. His knees were beginning to hurt when they suddenly heart chatter under neath them.
"We're above the terminal" Sydney whispered to him. "Shhhh"
She rounded another corner and then stopped. She maneuvered into another position, and then with her feet, kicked down the door to an air vent opening. She dropped down into the room below, Vaughn following.
"Where are we?" Vaughn asked.
"We're in a store-room next to the terminal." she said, eyeing her surroundings. "Terminal 3 should be out that door, she said. And that's where Laura Bristow should be walking down."
Vaughn nodded, but then froze as he felt a sharp object pressed in to his head.
"Wrong Sydney..." a female said.
Sydney turned around quickly, to see Irina holding a gun to Vaughn's head. She gasped.
Her brain told her to freeze, and not make a wrong move so that Irina wouldn't blow his head off.. but her heart won, and she wanted to rescue Vaughn now and then. She pulled a gun out of her belt, but as she did...
There was a bang...
((This is a short chapter. Next chapter soon))