Yes, yes, chapter two is now up. There's a little confrontation now and I think there may be some protocol errors here and there from the show. I don't know, you guys can just correct me or something, but just don't eat me!!!! Anyways, here we go.
Chapter Two
He was on the move.
In the darkness of her secret hideout, she watched through her laptop. A black and white image of the supposed assassin was visual, walking like a troubled man passes the security feed loop. He was a tall man with his dark hair combed back, fiddling with a cigarette in his muscular fingers. She then realized that his fingers had muscles! She leaned over and watched the target carefully.
"This guy has problems," she commented, reaching out for her cell. She dialled a number.
Someone picked up on the other line. "Vaughn."
"It's me."
"Me who?"
"Don't give me that," she shot back, brushing her hair back with a bit of annoyance as she watched the screen filled with Sydney's stalker. He was always teasing her like that. "You know who I am. Anyways, yeah, I got our target on my computer screen right now." She clicked on the computer consol to enlarge the picture and sat thoughtfully looking at the backdrop.
"Where is he?"
"Hmm…um…it's near your agent's place," she said shakily, "judging by the picture. I mean, hell, I could be wrong. I was never that good with remembering houses here in Los Angeles." She snorted and had a shaky laugh to accompany it. She was nervous about the hi tman that was assigned to Sydney's case, but she didn't want Vaughn to know.
"What?!" Suddenly she heard a skid from the cell phone, making her blink in slight bewilderment. The next few moments was filled with Agent Vaughn spewing out a colourful array of words that were not known in the English language. She was slightly amused, listening in silence for a few moments before he said breathlessly, "Well?"
"Well…what?"
"Aren't you going to do something?"
"I'd like to…if he wasn't pacing around like a trapped mouse."
"What do you mean?"
"He looks worried, this is good," she replied, nodding. "Where the hell are you going?"
"To…um, Sydney's place."
Now it was her turn to yelp in surprise. "What?" she cried, nearly slamming the computer on the floor in surprise and sudden irritation. "You know that's against protocol! And we got an assassin here…you're putting both of your lives on the line! Not to mention you know that you aren't supposed to be seen together publicly. I mean, what if one of her friends stumble on you?"
"I'll be fine, Nads. I know the risks. But I can't just sit back and watch the agent I am handling risk her life under some madman. I'll be fine Nads," he repeated.
She groaned inwardly. "I hope you're right, Vaughn."
Her alarm clock rang.
Sydney opened a dreary eye from her soft pillow and looked at the clock. The clock read 6:30 and she didn't feel like getting up. She felt like she was going to fall down again so she slammed it shut and drifted off to sleep again…dreaming…dreaming of the past…and her father was in the centre of them all, looking at her…taunting her….
The sun was streaming down when she awoke again. She could hear the birds chirping somewhere outside her window as she groaned and tossed over positions. She looked at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about her faceless dream. She blinked until her eyes could stay wide-awake and looked at the clock. It read almost over 10:35.
She bolted up in her bed. "Oh my---!!!!"
Then she stopped; Vaughn told her to take a few days off until the entire assassin crisis was resolved. She sighed, brushing her hair back and plopping onto the bed again. Life was such a pain nowadays.
No more than a minute passed when the doorbell rang.
"Oh, for god's sake…" she groaned, grumbling to her feet. She had no time to grab a robe and winded up heading to the door in only a white tank top and some cute jogging pants. Her hair was dishevelled as she nearly tripped over her own shoes, grumbling and cursing as the doorbell rang again. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" she shouted.
She unclasped the door lock and flung it open. "Yeah?"
"You know, it's dangerous to just open the door without looking to see who it is first," said a familiar voice.
Sydney blinked and looked again. "Oh, gosh, Vaughn! I'm so sorry!" she croaked once she had realized who the newcomer was. She blushed, brushing her dishevelled hair back at the timing of his arrival. "I just…I just woke up and…yeah, I was sort of cranky so…yeah…" She finally noticed that Vaughn wasn't in a complete business suit.
"Um…are you going to let me in?" he asked, peeking inside like a child.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," she stammered, giving way to let him in. As he stepped in, she closed the door behind him and tried to straighten her clothes up. "You're pretty brave…coming here and risking exposure on which you work for," she said as she gestured for the agent to sit on the couch as she rummaged for a hair clip or a band.
"Yeah, well, it's the least I could do," he told her earnestly. "I mean, with all the things going on, I could at least drop by and make sure…well, that you aren't going insane or something. I could see that you're taking this quite well." He gestured to her clothes, making her blush again. "Well, I did bring some coffee," he continued, holding out a tray of two coffee cups that Sydney hadn't see before.
"Oh, thank you," she replied, stretching out immediately for a cup.
"Wow, someone's speedy today," he commented as he watched Sydney sip some coffee.
"Not my fault," she mumbled as she inhaled the scent of coffee. "It's just one of those days when I need that dosage of caffeine running through my veins. So, any word on when I can go back to kicking SD-6 in the behind?" she asked, putting down the coffee on the table.
He shook his head. "My informant's a little…preoccupied."
"Oh? How so?"
"I don't know," he replied with a wince.
She glared at him. "Well? How good is that, then?"
He grimaced. "Don't eat me," he mumbled despite his screwed look.
She couldn't help laughing. How could she? He looked so adorable whenever he did…that. Why was that? She didn't know---every time she was around him, she felt like she could spill out everything that was bottled up inside of her. Probably because they were both in the CIA and they knew each other pretty well---All of a sudden, she had a flash of Will and Danny in her mind.
She nearly choked on her coffee.
Vaughn was by her side immediately as she began coughing violently. He took the cup of coffee away from her shaking hand and placed a hand on her back as she continued to cough. "Geez, Sydney, are you all right?" he asked, patting her back.
"Erm…yeah…yeah, I think so," she struggled to say.
"What happened there?" he asked.
"Oh…just…just choked," she stammered, blotting out the images from her mind. "I just got up and I think my throat's still not thinking properly."
"Oh," he said, disengaging himself from her much to her inward protests. "Well, just, um, take it easy, that's all." He looked out the window and thought for a moment, lost in thought. Sydney finally caught her composure when he murmured, "I wonder…"
"Wonder about what?"
"Oh," he said, blushing, "nothing."
Before Sydney could breathe another word, the doorbell rang for a second time. She exchanged glances with Vaughn, who had his hand on something underneath his shirt; his gun. He gestured to her quietly to open the door and she would cover up behind him. She nodded as she got up, this time, grabbing a shirt to put on top of her tank top.
Peering through the glass hole, she saw blonde hair. Will!
She turned to Vaughn, who was behind her and gestured for him to put his gun away.
Will rang the bell again.
Sydney gestured for Vaughn to move back as she unclasped the door lock open. She brushed her hair back as she pulled the door open and smiled as brightly as she could. "Will!" she greeted, acting surprise as much as she could. He turned around and smiled at her, revealing two cups of coffee as well. Things keep getting better and better, isn't it? She wondered to herself. "What---What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I was passing by a coffee shop on my way to work and thought I'd drop by and give you some coffee," he replied with a smile, holding out the tray of coffee. "I was thinking it might make you feel…better." His expression was lost when he looked inside, the smile disappearing into a look of disapproval. Sydney turned around to see Vaughn standing there, leaning on her couch, sipping on some coffee from the table.
Sydney laughed nervously. Indeed, she was nervous. The two prominent men in her life (excluding her father, Dixon, etc) were staring each other as though they were ready to attack each other and she was in the middle. Talk about a strange day, she thought. Oh no…Will is going to be asking questions about Vaughn and might even get jealous! And Vaughn…oh, what is he going to do, other than ask questions? She sulked at the thought.
"Um, Will…um, meet Michael Vaughn, my…my friend from work," she said as brightly as she could, struggling to say something. Will raised brows at her as she continued, "And Vaughn, vice versa."
Vaughn walked up with an outstretched hand. "Hello," he greeted.
"Um…hello," Will fumbled, shaking Vaughn's hand.
Suddenly, Vaughn's cell phone rang. Vaughn turned to Sydney silently and gestured towards the outside deck. Sydney nodded as Vaughn smiled at her and at Will before walking out to the deck, fumbling in his pocket for his phone. Once he was out of earshot and had stepped out on the deck with his cell phone at hand, Will turned to Sydney and grabbed her arm.
"What is he doing here?" he demanded gruffly.
"Whoa…whoa…Will!" she said, yanking her arm away from his grip. "He's my friend, Will," she replied thinly. "He was worried about me, just like you, and came over this morning with coffee to check up on me. Is that so bad?" she finished, giving him an innocent look. What will I do to make him believe that we didn't do anything? She wondered.
He still looked dubious to her.
She sighed. Boy, was this going to be a long day.
"Vaughn," he said as soon as he stepped foot outside Sydney's apartment. It was hard enough he just had to meet someone from Sydney's personal life, but also that this guy didn't particularly like him. Just by the look, he could tell that he was ready to fight him. Luckily, his cell rang before that guy did anything to him.
"It's me."
"Could you stop it with the chill factor?" he asked. "This is not the X-Files or anything."
"Whatever," she said huffily. "Look, the Big Guy Up There called. He wants you back at headquarters ASAP. Agent Bristow senior just came back with some vital information that the head honcho wants you to look at." She paused. "The boss says it's pretty damn important. So important he doesn't want me to tell you through normal lines. Like he doesn't trust me or something. Doesn't he know that I can swipe that info anyhow?"
"I don't know," he replied gingerly. "I guess I'm off then. But what about Sydney?"
"Don't worry, I have that covered," she assured.
"You sure?"
"Who are you talking to? Granny Smiths here?"
Vaughn groaned. Sometimes Nads could be incredibly sarcastic at the worst times. It obviously meant that she was annoyed about the swipe of information. He couldn't blame her; she was aiming to be on top of all information passing in and around the CIA. If something slipped under her nose, she would try harder the next time around. That was what made her probably the best around for undercover work. And he was proud of her.
"Okay, okay, I'll head back to front. You watch over her."
"Yes, I'll be her guardian angel. Now go. I got work to do."
"I'll talk to you later." He then shut off his cell phone and placed it in his pocket once again. The boss must've thought that Sydney's father hit onto a gold mine, otherwise he wouldn't call for him back to Headquarters so quickly. Nads was right; this was big. Nonetheless, he would have to leave Sydney under his informant's good hands.
Hopefully.
He re-entered the room to see Sydney and Will talking, right where he left her. They turned around to see him enter, making Vaughn sweat. He was in the spotlight, and he hated that. He tried to look casual and quickly thought of something to say. "Um, that was just a co-worker of mine from work," he said. "I have to get to work. They say it's something important." He looked at Sydney, hoping she'd get the message.
She got it. "Oh, I see," she replied with a nod. "Well, um, thanks for dropping by, Vaughn."
"No problem," he said, walking towards the door. He glanced at Will. "Um, nice to meet you," he told him professionally before turning towards Sydney again. "I guess I'll catch you at work then, Sydney." He smiled and left through the door.
"Nice to meet you," Will said mocking once Vaughn had gone.
Sydney hit his arm as she stomped off. "Shut up, Will."
"Not my fault," Will said demurely, looking down on his tray where two cups of coffee were simmering cold. Darn that guy, whoever he is, Will thought begrudgingly. I mean, who the hell does he think he is, hitting on my girl like that? Not that she's my girl yet or anything, but still! Darn this, I should've came earlier. Come to think of it… "I got to go."
Sydney turned around. "But you just got here!"
"Yeah, well, I got to get to work too," Will said passively. "Lotsa stuff. The whole deal."
Sydney raised her brow. He was so giddy to come and now he's in a rush to go? She wondered. What's up with that? Don't tell me he's…no, Will wouldn't be that stupid to do that, now would he? "Okay…if you say so," she said, hardly amused.
Will mumbled a goodbye and stormed out the door.
"Okay…" Sydney said, sipping some coffee and trying to think straight.
"You have something for me?"
"Ready to commence phase two."
"Proceed."
"Yes, sir."
Sydney was busy finishing a report for school when the telephone rang. She frowned as she reached over towards the telephone and pick up the receiver. Who would be calling me at this time? She wondered. Francine isn't due back from the Bahamas until next week. She set her sick voice as she answered timidly, "Um…hello?"
"Meet me behind the 24-hour corner shop."
"Who is this? Will?" she said. "Will, is it you? Stop joking around."
"Meet me if you want to save your agent friend's life."
Now Sydney was getting worried. Who was this guy talking about, Dixon or Vaughn? Either way, she was getting a hell lot worried. Who was this person anyways? "Who is this?" she demanded gruffly, her muscles beginning to tense up. "I'm not going anywhere without knowing who the hell I'm going to be meeting up with."
"It doesn't matter. If you want his life preserved, you'd come…immediately." He hung up.
Sydney straightened. A hundred different situations began to pop up in her already worried mind. What if this guy was an assassin from the K-Directorie? Or maybe a guy sent from SD-6 to prove her loyalty. Maybe Sloane didn't really believe her after all. Or maybe some idiot from some other far-out organization found out who Sydney was and nabbed Vaughn after her left her place.
Maybe this was the assassin Vaughn was warning her about.
But maybe this is someone with information. And maybe this could be that secret undercover informant that Vaughn spoke so highly off. Maybe he had some important information that she had to pass without blowing his cover. Maybe the informant didn't want to scare Vaughn so he went to her instead. But did he have to be so ominous?
Should I go? She wondered. Or should I not?
Time was running out.
Sydney ran towards the door and grabbed her jacket. She turned back for a brief moment at the telephone and where she was sitting previously. Should she follow Vaughn's advice and stay indoors or find out about this suspicious person and hear what he has to say? She stood there, thinking for the briefest of moments.
Then she turned and opened the door.
Sorry, Vaughn, she thought as she locked the door to her house.
I don't know if Sydney would really do that, but it's part of the plot, so yeah...I've been thinking over and over about it. anyways, yeah, chapter three is on its way.
Chapter Two
He was on the move.
In the darkness of her secret hideout, she watched through her laptop. A black and white image of the supposed assassin was visual, walking like a troubled man passes the security feed loop. He was a tall man with his dark hair combed back, fiddling with a cigarette in his muscular fingers. She then realized that his fingers had muscles! She leaned over and watched the target carefully.
"This guy has problems," she commented, reaching out for her cell. She dialled a number.
Someone picked up on the other line. "Vaughn."
"It's me."
"Me who?"
"Don't give me that," she shot back, brushing her hair back with a bit of annoyance as she watched the screen filled with Sydney's stalker. He was always teasing her like that. "You know who I am. Anyways, yeah, I got our target on my computer screen right now." She clicked on the computer consol to enlarge the picture and sat thoughtfully looking at the backdrop.
"Where is he?"
"Hmm…um…it's near your agent's place," she said shakily, "judging by the picture. I mean, hell, I could be wrong. I was never that good with remembering houses here in Los Angeles." She snorted and had a shaky laugh to accompany it. She was nervous about the hi tman that was assigned to Sydney's case, but she didn't want Vaughn to know.
"What?!" Suddenly she heard a skid from the cell phone, making her blink in slight bewilderment. The next few moments was filled with Agent Vaughn spewing out a colourful array of words that were not known in the English language. She was slightly amused, listening in silence for a few moments before he said breathlessly, "Well?"
"Well…what?"
"Aren't you going to do something?"
"I'd like to…if he wasn't pacing around like a trapped mouse."
"What do you mean?"
"He looks worried, this is good," she replied, nodding. "Where the hell are you going?"
"To…um, Sydney's place."
Now it was her turn to yelp in surprise. "What?" she cried, nearly slamming the computer on the floor in surprise and sudden irritation. "You know that's against protocol! And we got an assassin here…you're putting both of your lives on the line! Not to mention you know that you aren't supposed to be seen together publicly. I mean, what if one of her friends stumble on you?"
"I'll be fine, Nads. I know the risks. But I can't just sit back and watch the agent I am handling risk her life under some madman. I'll be fine Nads," he repeated.
She groaned inwardly. "I hope you're right, Vaughn."
Her alarm clock rang.
Sydney opened a dreary eye from her soft pillow and looked at the clock. The clock read 6:30 and she didn't feel like getting up. She felt like she was going to fall down again so she slammed it shut and drifted off to sleep again…dreaming…dreaming of the past…and her father was in the centre of them all, looking at her…taunting her….
The sun was streaming down when she awoke again. She could hear the birds chirping somewhere outside her window as she groaned and tossed over positions. She looked at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about her faceless dream. She blinked until her eyes could stay wide-awake and looked at the clock. It read almost over 10:35.
She bolted up in her bed. "Oh my---!!!!"
Then she stopped; Vaughn told her to take a few days off until the entire assassin crisis was resolved. She sighed, brushing her hair back and plopping onto the bed again. Life was such a pain nowadays.
No more than a minute passed when the doorbell rang.
"Oh, for god's sake…" she groaned, grumbling to her feet. She had no time to grab a robe and winded up heading to the door in only a white tank top and some cute jogging pants. Her hair was dishevelled as she nearly tripped over her own shoes, grumbling and cursing as the doorbell rang again. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" she shouted.
She unclasped the door lock and flung it open. "Yeah?"
"You know, it's dangerous to just open the door without looking to see who it is first," said a familiar voice.
Sydney blinked and looked again. "Oh, gosh, Vaughn! I'm so sorry!" she croaked once she had realized who the newcomer was. She blushed, brushing her dishevelled hair back at the timing of his arrival. "I just…I just woke up and…yeah, I was sort of cranky so…yeah…" She finally noticed that Vaughn wasn't in a complete business suit.
"Um…are you going to let me in?" he asked, peeking inside like a child.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," she stammered, giving way to let him in. As he stepped in, she closed the door behind him and tried to straighten her clothes up. "You're pretty brave…coming here and risking exposure on which you work for," she said as she gestured for the agent to sit on the couch as she rummaged for a hair clip or a band.
"Yeah, well, it's the least I could do," he told her earnestly. "I mean, with all the things going on, I could at least drop by and make sure…well, that you aren't going insane or something. I could see that you're taking this quite well." He gestured to her clothes, making her blush again. "Well, I did bring some coffee," he continued, holding out a tray of two coffee cups that Sydney hadn't see before.
"Oh, thank you," she replied, stretching out immediately for a cup.
"Wow, someone's speedy today," he commented as he watched Sydney sip some coffee.
"Not my fault," she mumbled as she inhaled the scent of coffee. "It's just one of those days when I need that dosage of caffeine running through my veins. So, any word on when I can go back to kicking SD-6 in the behind?" she asked, putting down the coffee on the table.
He shook his head. "My informant's a little…preoccupied."
"Oh? How so?"
"I don't know," he replied with a wince.
She glared at him. "Well? How good is that, then?"
He grimaced. "Don't eat me," he mumbled despite his screwed look.
She couldn't help laughing. How could she? He looked so adorable whenever he did…that. Why was that? She didn't know---every time she was around him, she felt like she could spill out everything that was bottled up inside of her. Probably because they were both in the CIA and they knew each other pretty well---All of a sudden, she had a flash of Will and Danny in her mind.
She nearly choked on her coffee.
Vaughn was by her side immediately as she began coughing violently. He took the cup of coffee away from her shaking hand and placed a hand on her back as she continued to cough. "Geez, Sydney, are you all right?" he asked, patting her back.
"Erm…yeah…yeah, I think so," she struggled to say.
"What happened there?" he asked.
"Oh…just…just choked," she stammered, blotting out the images from her mind. "I just got up and I think my throat's still not thinking properly."
"Oh," he said, disengaging himself from her much to her inward protests. "Well, just, um, take it easy, that's all." He looked out the window and thought for a moment, lost in thought. Sydney finally caught her composure when he murmured, "I wonder…"
"Wonder about what?"
"Oh," he said, blushing, "nothing."
Before Sydney could breathe another word, the doorbell rang for a second time. She exchanged glances with Vaughn, who had his hand on something underneath his shirt; his gun. He gestured to her quietly to open the door and she would cover up behind him. She nodded as she got up, this time, grabbing a shirt to put on top of her tank top.
Peering through the glass hole, she saw blonde hair. Will!
She turned to Vaughn, who was behind her and gestured for him to put his gun away.
Will rang the bell again.
Sydney gestured for Vaughn to move back as she unclasped the door lock open. She brushed her hair back as she pulled the door open and smiled as brightly as she could. "Will!" she greeted, acting surprise as much as she could. He turned around and smiled at her, revealing two cups of coffee as well. Things keep getting better and better, isn't it? She wondered to herself. "What---What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I was passing by a coffee shop on my way to work and thought I'd drop by and give you some coffee," he replied with a smile, holding out the tray of coffee. "I was thinking it might make you feel…better." His expression was lost when he looked inside, the smile disappearing into a look of disapproval. Sydney turned around to see Vaughn standing there, leaning on her couch, sipping on some coffee from the table.
Sydney laughed nervously. Indeed, she was nervous. The two prominent men in her life (excluding her father, Dixon, etc) were staring each other as though they were ready to attack each other and she was in the middle. Talk about a strange day, she thought. Oh no…Will is going to be asking questions about Vaughn and might even get jealous! And Vaughn…oh, what is he going to do, other than ask questions? She sulked at the thought.
"Um, Will…um, meet Michael Vaughn, my…my friend from work," she said as brightly as she could, struggling to say something. Will raised brows at her as she continued, "And Vaughn, vice versa."
Vaughn walked up with an outstretched hand. "Hello," he greeted.
"Um…hello," Will fumbled, shaking Vaughn's hand.
Suddenly, Vaughn's cell phone rang. Vaughn turned to Sydney silently and gestured towards the outside deck. Sydney nodded as Vaughn smiled at her and at Will before walking out to the deck, fumbling in his pocket for his phone. Once he was out of earshot and had stepped out on the deck with his cell phone at hand, Will turned to Sydney and grabbed her arm.
"What is he doing here?" he demanded gruffly.
"Whoa…whoa…Will!" she said, yanking her arm away from his grip. "He's my friend, Will," she replied thinly. "He was worried about me, just like you, and came over this morning with coffee to check up on me. Is that so bad?" she finished, giving him an innocent look. What will I do to make him believe that we didn't do anything? She wondered.
He still looked dubious to her.
She sighed. Boy, was this going to be a long day.
"Vaughn," he said as soon as he stepped foot outside Sydney's apartment. It was hard enough he just had to meet someone from Sydney's personal life, but also that this guy didn't particularly like him. Just by the look, he could tell that he was ready to fight him. Luckily, his cell rang before that guy did anything to him.
"It's me."
"Could you stop it with the chill factor?" he asked. "This is not the X-Files or anything."
"Whatever," she said huffily. "Look, the Big Guy Up There called. He wants you back at headquarters ASAP. Agent Bristow senior just came back with some vital information that the head honcho wants you to look at." She paused. "The boss says it's pretty damn important. So important he doesn't want me to tell you through normal lines. Like he doesn't trust me or something. Doesn't he know that I can swipe that info anyhow?"
"I don't know," he replied gingerly. "I guess I'm off then. But what about Sydney?"
"Don't worry, I have that covered," she assured.
"You sure?"
"Who are you talking to? Granny Smiths here?"
Vaughn groaned. Sometimes Nads could be incredibly sarcastic at the worst times. It obviously meant that she was annoyed about the swipe of information. He couldn't blame her; she was aiming to be on top of all information passing in and around the CIA. If something slipped under her nose, she would try harder the next time around. That was what made her probably the best around for undercover work. And he was proud of her.
"Okay, okay, I'll head back to front. You watch over her."
"Yes, I'll be her guardian angel. Now go. I got work to do."
"I'll talk to you later." He then shut off his cell phone and placed it in his pocket once again. The boss must've thought that Sydney's father hit onto a gold mine, otherwise he wouldn't call for him back to Headquarters so quickly. Nads was right; this was big. Nonetheless, he would have to leave Sydney under his informant's good hands.
Hopefully.
He re-entered the room to see Sydney and Will talking, right where he left her. They turned around to see him enter, making Vaughn sweat. He was in the spotlight, and he hated that. He tried to look casual and quickly thought of something to say. "Um, that was just a co-worker of mine from work," he said. "I have to get to work. They say it's something important." He looked at Sydney, hoping she'd get the message.
She got it. "Oh, I see," she replied with a nod. "Well, um, thanks for dropping by, Vaughn."
"No problem," he said, walking towards the door. He glanced at Will. "Um, nice to meet you," he told him professionally before turning towards Sydney again. "I guess I'll catch you at work then, Sydney." He smiled and left through the door.
"Nice to meet you," Will said mocking once Vaughn had gone.
Sydney hit his arm as she stomped off. "Shut up, Will."
"Not my fault," Will said demurely, looking down on his tray where two cups of coffee were simmering cold. Darn that guy, whoever he is, Will thought begrudgingly. I mean, who the hell does he think he is, hitting on my girl like that? Not that she's my girl yet or anything, but still! Darn this, I should've came earlier. Come to think of it… "I got to go."
Sydney turned around. "But you just got here!"
"Yeah, well, I got to get to work too," Will said passively. "Lotsa stuff. The whole deal."
Sydney raised her brow. He was so giddy to come and now he's in a rush to go? She wondered. What's up with that? Don't tell me he's…no, Will wouldn't be that stupid to do that, now would he? "Okay…if you say so," she said, hardly amused.
Will mumbled a goodbye and stormed out the door.
"Okay…" Sydney said, sipping some coffee and trying to think straight.
"You have something for me?"
"Ready to commence phase two."
"Proceed."
"Yes, sir."
Sydney was busy finishing a report for school when the telephone rang. She frowned as she reached over towards the telephone and pick up the receiver. Who would be calling me at this time? She wondered. Francine isn't due back from the Bahamas until next week. She set her sick voice as she answered timidly, "Um…hello?"
"Meet me behind the 24-hour corner shop."
"Who is this? Will?" she said. "Will, is it you? Stop joking around."
"Meet me if you want to save your agent friend's life."
Now Sydney was getting worried. Who was this guy talking about, Dixon or Vaughn? Either way, she was getting a hell lot worried. Who was this person anyways? "Who is this?" she demanded gruffly, her muscles beginning to tense up. "I'm not going anywhere without knowing who the hell I'm going to be meeting up with."
"It doesn't matter. If you want his life preserved, you'd come…immediately." He hung up.
Sydney straightened. A hundred different situations began to pop up in her already worried mind. What if this guy was an assassin from the K-Directorie? Or maybe a guy sent from SD-6 to prove her loyalty. Maybe Sloane didn't really believe her after all. Or maybe some idiot from some other far-out organization found out who Sydney was and nabbed Vaughn after her left her place.
Maybe this was the assassin Vaughn was warning her about.
But maybe this is someone with information. And maybe this could be that secret undercover informant that Vaughn spoke so highly off. Maybe he had some important information that she had to pass without blowing his cover. Maybe the informant didn't want to scare Vaughn so he went to her instead. But did he have to be so ominous?
Should I go? She wondered. Or should I not?
Time was running out.
Sydney ran towards the door and grabbed her jacket. She turned back for a brief moment at the telephone and where she was sitting previously. Should she follow Vaughn's advice and stay indoors or find out about this suspicious person and hear what he has to say? She stood there, thinking for the briefest of moments.
Then she turned and opened the door.
Sorry, Vaughn, she thought as she locked the door to her house.
I don't know if Sydney would really do that, but it's part of the plot, so yeah...I've been thinking over and over about it. anyways, yeah, chapter three is on its way.