Chapter 3
(In front of Jacks Van)
"Get into the car, Tippin." Jack was still in shock from the hug that he had received from his daughter's friend. Will slumped into the backseat of the van, where he sat quietly with his eyes closed.
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Vaughn shifted nervously for a moment before coming to a decision about what he should do. He shot the guard and called out for Sydney. As he pulled the guard off of Sydney's body, he noticed that she was knocked out.
"Syd! Wake up!" Sydney started to slowly come back. "Syd! The guards are catching up!" With that said, Sydney woke with a start. She stayed in Vaughn's arms for about a second, not wanting him to let go of her, but she knew that they had to go or they would be caught.
Sydney and Vaughn ran down the hall, with the guards at their heels. As they ran out of an exit that they had just found, they slammed the door behind them, delaying the guards just enough so that they had enough time to jump into a patch of nearby bushes without being seen. As the guards shot into the bushes, Vaughn pushed Sydney down to the ground and covered both of their heads.
"Let's go," was heard in a rough accent as the guards headed back into the building.
Sydney gasped. She was on the ground, with the man she loved next it her. "Vaughn, thank you so much," She chocked out, " You saved my life… again."
Vaughn felt the color rise to his face. "Thank god it's dark out!" he thought to himself. He swallowed and replied to Sydney, "It was nothing, Syd, I was just doing my job."
"Well, then thanks for doing your job." Vaughn ran his hand through Sydney's hair and gave her one of his sweetest smiles. He knew that if he had "just" been doing his job, Sydney would be dead by now.
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"Where the hell is she?!" Will was panicking, big time.
"Sydney and I arranged this meeting place. If she's not here we will have to leave to LA without her."
"Leave without Sydney? Have you gone crazy?"
"I'm sure Sydney is all right, Mr. Tippin"
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TO BE CONTINUED …
(In front of Jacks Van)
"Get into the car, Tippin." Jack was still in shock from the hug that he had received from his daughter's friend. Will slumped into the backseat of the van, where he sat quietly with his eyes closed.
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Vaughn shifted nervously for a moment before coming to a decision about what he should do. He shot the guard and called out for Sydney. As he pulled the guard off of Sydney's body, he noticed that she was knocked out.
"Syd! Wake up!" Sydney started to slowly come back. "Syd! The guards are catching up!" With that said, Sydney woke with a start. She stayed in Vaughn's arms for about a second, not wanting him to let go of her, but she knew that they had to go or they would be caught.
Sydney and Vaughn ran down the hall, with the guards at their heels. As they ran out of an exit that they had just found, they slammed the door behind them, delaying the guards just enough so that they had enough time to jump into a patch of nearby bushes without being seen. As the guards shot into the bushes, Vaughn pushed Sydney down to the ground and covered both of their heads.
"Let's go," was heard in a rough accent as the guards headed back into the building.
Sydney gasped. She was on the ground, with the man she loved next it her. "Vaughn, thank you so much," She chocked out, " You saved my life… again."
Vaughn felt the color rise to his face. "Thank god it's dark out!" he thought to himself. He swallowed and replied to Sydney, "It was nothing, Syd, I was just doing my job."
"Well, then thanks for doing your job." Vaughn ran his hand through Sydney's hair and gave her one of his sweetest smiles. He knew that if he had "just" been doing his job, Sydney would be dead by now.
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"Where the hell is she?!" Will was panicking, big time.
"Sydney and I arranged this meeting place. If she's not here we will have to leave to LA without her."
"Leave without Sydney? Have you gone crazy?"
"I'm sure Sydney is all right, Mr. Tippin"
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TO BE CONTINUED …