Sydney sat in the dark room for about half an hour. She didn't have the energy to think of a way out of this one. The pain was overwealming. Every minuet it got harder to fight the darkness, but she knew she must not give into the hurt.
The two men stormed in to get her. Roughly untieing her from the chair, the first handcuffed her while the other stood with a gun pointed at her. Once they were sure she was handcuffed, they lead ( try forced ) her into the waiting helicopter. The ride was miserable. The pain in her head, in her ankle, on her face, was increadible. Horrible. But she was used to it.
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He could only think on all the things he should have said, all the things he should of done. The closer they got to the masion, the more he folded inside of himself. Not really paying attention to anyone or anything, his whole being was consumed with thoughts of her. Thoughts of "what ifs" and of "maybes".
The moment they approached the mansion, the agents knew that this was not the right place. It couldn't be. Their was at least two hundred people here. They were having a party.
"Shit." That was the only thing Jack could say. This was there only chance, and it was now gone. To Vaughn this was the reason that he had never told Syd how he felt. He told himself that it was because he didn't want her hurt or something to happened to her, but he knew in his heart that this, this pain in his heart was the reason that he had never acted on his feeling. He felt as though his heart had been ripped out, stepped on, and than using a cheap glue, someone tried a half-hearted effort to put it back together. It hurt. Bad.
"Well, I guess we should just drive back to town and try again." Vaughn was surprised to hear the tone of his voice. It sounded foreign, Empty. That's how he felt. Empty. Hopelessly empty.
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In had been five days since they had broughten her here in the helicopter. In what looked like a jail cell, each day was the same. Khas. would come question her, she wouldn't answer, he would beat her up, he would leave, she would sit, eat barley enough to live, and repeat it again.
Ok spy girl, it has been five days. Today your getting yourself out of here. She knew she couldn't do it by brawn alone. She had to use her brain. Don't worry Vaughn, I won't give up.
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P.S. sorry it's so short, but I felt like it was a good ending place. The next one will be longer.
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