Chapter 26
Sydney wandered around the large room. She walked through the crowd, a martini in her hand. She smiled at many of the people she passed and noticed a couple of men looking her over. It disgusted her to be in a room filled with perverts in such a slinky dress, she'd rather wear it in front of Vaughn and make his jaw drop again. She giggled softly at the thought.
She looked down at her SD-6 Communications Device, A fine silver watch. Anyone would suspect that the watch was her comm., rather than the earrings.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to smile at the stranger, even though she was disgusted.
"Excuse me madam, would you like to dance?" Sydney cursed under her breath when she saw that it was Geroldi.
"Well I should go put my drink down first, don't you think?" She smiled and he looked her over again, stopping at her breasts a little too long.
"I'll take it for you. I'll be right back, my sweet." He walked away. She turned spoke into her CIA comm.
"Shit. Vaughn, it's Geroldi. He wants to dance" Vaughn swore and took a deep breath.
"Ok. Just dance with him, I don't think he'll notice you slip away during the unveiling." Sydney sighed
"Ok, he's coming back now" Geroldi walked up to her and held out his hand.
"Let's dance," He said, in a sly tone. Sydney smiled and took his hand as he pulled her onto the dance floor. He placed one hand low on her back and held hers with the other. The feeling was revolting. This mans slimy hands on her body, but there was nothing she could do. After what seemed like eternity he let go of her and grinned.
"Thank you for the dance. I believe I must go unveil my piece now." She smiled and tried to look pleased.
"No, thank you." He took her hand, kissed it, and walked away. As soon as she turned around she wiped her hand on the dress.
As the unveiling started she slipped away to the side and worked her way upstairs to find a guard by the office door. She put on her most innocent and confused look and walked towards him. The guard looked her over as well. It took all her will power not to roll her eyes and beat the crap out of him right then.
"Excuse me miss, but this are is restricted" She brought a hand to her mouth.
"Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I was just looking for the restroom!" The guard pointed downstairs.
"The bathrooms are downstairs. Down the hall to your right." She smiled sweetly
"Thank you Sir" She turned halfway and then elbowed him I the face. She punched him once and kicked him in the stomach, which caused him to hit the wall with a gasp of pain and drop to the ground unconscious.
Sydney walked into the office and found the landscape painting.
"I'm in" She whispered into both comms at the same time. She walked towards the painting and swung it open like a door. She found the lock and pressed the sapphire hanging from her neck to it and flicked the small, barely visible switch on it. The safe opened, unlocked. She looked around. In the back she saw a scroll behind a small box. Sydney pulled the scroll out of the safe and looked at it for a second. She opened it, it appeared blank. She stood up, leaving her kneeling position.
"I've got it," She whispered into her comms, making it look like she was only whispering into the watch and turned around. The last thing she saw before she hit the floor, a cloud of darkness swirling in her head, was her mother's smirking face.
Sydney wandered around the large room. She walked through the crowd, a martini in her hand. She smiled at many of the people she passed and noticed a couple of men looking her over. It disgusted her to be in a room filled with perverts in such a slinky dress, she'd rather wear it in front of Vaughn and make his jaw drop again. She giggled softly at the thought.
She looked down at her SD-6 Communications Device, A fine silver watch. Anyone would suspect that the watch was her comm., rather than the earrings.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to smile at the stranger, even though she was disgusted.
"Excuse me madam, would you like to dance?" Sydney cursed under her breath when she saw that it was Geroldi.
"Well I should go put my drink down first, don't you think?" She smiled and he looked her over again, stopping at her breasts a little too long.
"I'll take it for you. I'll be right back, my sweet." He walked away. She turned spoke into her CIA comm.
"Shit. Vaughn, it's Geroldi. He wants to dance" Vaughn swore and took a deep breath.
"Ok. Just dance with him, I don't think he'll notice you slip away during the unveiling." Sydney sighed
"Ok, he's coming back now" Geroldi walked up to her and held out his hand.
"Let's dance," He said, in a sly tone. Sydney smiled and took his hand as he pulled her onto the dance floor. He placed one hand low on her back and held hers with the other. The feeling was revolting. This mans slimy hands on her body, but there was nothing she could do. After what seemed like eternity he let go of her and grinned.
"Thank you for the dance. I believe I must go unveil my piece now." She smiled and tried to look pleased.
"No, thank you." He took her hand, kissed it, and walked away. As soon as she turned around she wiped her hand on the dress.
As the unveiling started she slipped away to the side and worked her way upstairs to find a guard by the office door. She put on her most innocent and confused look and walked towards him. The guard looked her over as well. It took all her will power not to roll her eyes and beat the crap out of him right then.
"Excuse me miss, but this are is restricted" She brought a hand to her mouth.
"Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I was just looking for the restroom!" The guard pointed downstairs.
"The bathrooms are downstairs. Down the hall to your right." She smiled sweetly
"Thank you Sir" She turned halfway and then elbowed him I the face. She punched him once and kicked him in the stomach, which caused him to hit the wall with a gasp of pain and drop to the ground unconscious.
Sydney walked into the office and found the landscape painting.
"I'm in" She whispered into both comms at the same time. She walked towards the painting and swung it open like a door. She found the lock and pressed the sapphire hanging from her neck to it and flicked the small, barely visible switch on it. The safe opened, unlocked. She looked around. In the back she saw a scroll behind a small box. Sydney pulled the scroll out of the safe and looked at it for a second. She opened it, it appeared blank. She stood up, leaving her kneeling position.
"I've got it," She whispered into her comms, making it look like she was only whispering into the watch and turned around. The last thing she saw before she hit the floor, a cloud of darkness swirling in her head, was her mother's smirking face.