Sydney made her way through the dark ally dressed in her usual all black outfit. She didn't even have to think. It came naturally to follow someone.
The man ahead turned right and went through a door. Strange, she thought, that someone dressed like that would be coming down here.
She continued walking past the building, but turned as soon as she was sure no one was watching and looked for a window. She found one a few feet right of the door. Inside were three rough men and her out-of-place gentleman. It looked as though they were just making another boring drug deal. She had graduated out of that league long ago. The man became mad at one of the thugs, and before she had realized it, he had drawn a gun and shot him. That seemed to shut the others up. Satisfied, the man made his way to the door. Syd leaped behind a dumpster so her cover wouldn't be blown.
After following him about five blocks she approached him.
" Excuse me sir." He turned around, uninterested.
"Yes"
"Well I was wondering," she reached up and gave him a good right hook, knocking the unexpecting victim to the ground. He started to reach for his gun, but before he could reach it she had hers leaved at him.
"What the hell is this about?" the surprised man demanded.
"What were you talking about with Khasinau?" The man's face showed utter surprise. Then paled to a deathly white.
" That fucking bastard… he sold me out," the man whispered.
"Actually no I've been following him."
"Why?"
"That really isn't any of your damn business. Now what were you doing with Khasinau?" When he didn't appear ready to talk, she swung her leg down and kicked him in the ribs.
" Ok, fine I was discussing the selling of a mountain lodge. He wanted a place where no one could find him, and I um.. happen to be in the business of selling land that's not exactly …um legal"
Not only is this man a bastard, he is a wimp. Well, guess that's not so bad for me now is it.
" You've been very helpful. Now I'll just tie you up and you can give me the location of this lodge, and if I find him there you will live, if not … well.. I think you get the picture."
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It was 12:00 and there plane still hadn't taken off. They were supposed to be bording in forty-five minuets. That ment they wouldn't get to Rostov till about 5:00 p.m., with all the stop and delays, if they were lucky.
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Sydney could see that the cabin ( more like masion) wouldn't be that difficult to break into. They had the basic security system with only three outside guards and two inside. First she would cut the power, then she would take out the outside guards.
She had a DEW ( kinda like a laser gun), a hundgun with a silencer and her large machine gun. Night vision goggles were not an option, for it looked like it was ready to storm any minuet, and wearing NVGs when lighting struck would ruin your vision. Other than that all she had was her small knife hidden in her shoe and herself.
Dressed in black, she made her way to the power source. Quickly and expertly she cut all the power. While two of the outside guards come to inspect it she hid in the bushes. When they came, she quickly shot both of them with the handgun.
After twenty minuets of searching, she hadn't found the third. She heard a noise in the bushes. Shit, there onto me. She silently turned around, gun braced against her arm ready for her unseen hunter. A shot rung out to her left and she quickly dove backwards trying to get her bearings. Her pulse quickened as she heard at least three sets of footstep quickly approaching. Finally she could make out one form. A man to right about three feet. Rappidly she jumped up and knocked him out with one kick to the head.
One down two to go she thought, grateful that years of doing this had made her level-headed and damn good. That breif moment of confidence was gone as quickly as it had come. She saw the other two. She knew by there size that a simply kick would not bring either one to there knees. She should have used her gun, but while running through the forest she had dropped her machine gun to run faster and her handgun and DEW were soaked.
Shit. I've left myself out here with two huge, armed men, no gun and no backup. Great planning spy girl. As they advanced she knew it would be hopeless, but was detirmined to give it her damn best shot.
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It was five and they were in Rostov. Jack had found the note Sydney had received tipping her off to Khasinau's location. They headed there first.
Entering the building, they headed to the main desk were jack asked the doorman if he knew of a gentleman by the name of Khasinau in the building, for they were late for a lunch date and Khasinau would not be happy if they were late. At first the man was rather obstinate, but after a few minuets of Jack Bristow's brutleness, he gladdly gave over the number.
Suite 602, top floor, over looking the sea. Nice choice, Vaughn thought as he picked the lock and entered. Looking around he was realived to find no signs of a struggle. Following cheching all the rooms to be sure no one was there, they searched everything looking for where Syd and Khasinau may be.
"Vaughn, come here," Jack called from the other room. He had been listening to the machine. "Listen to this."
" Hey honey, can't wait to see you this weekend at the house in the woods. I probably won't be done at the salon until 3:00 so even if I drive straight up there I won't see you intil 5:00. Well, see you then. Bye"
"Lets go," were the only words that were spoken between the two as they quickly left the building and got in the car. While Jack drove, Vaughn grabbed the map and started to search it.
"There is only one road leading into the woods, and if it takes two hours to get from town to there, it must be either the 'Parkside Estate' or the 'Phantom Ranch'. Let's go."
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Half an hour later, Sydney was tied to a chair in a dark room with two very pissed off guards. She had managed to break the first's arm and to knock the second out for a few seconds before she got hit over the head with the but of a gun. Oh well, it's not the first time this has happened.
Khasinau entered the room.
"Ah, what a privilege to finally meet you! I've heard so much about you!"
"Go to hell."
" Ah I see you have the same way with men your mother has. Now what is this all about? Your mother? SD-6? The CIA?" His question was only meet with silence. "Well I'll give you time to think over your predictiment." With that he got up to leave, but stopped half way, when she whispered,
"Go to hell." Khasinau turned around and slaped her on the check, giving her a bloody lip to add to the black eye she had received while fighting with the guards earlier. Instead of her face showing fear or pain like he expected, she only looked more determined and pissed off. Scary.