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'Where am I?'
Vaughn slowly opened his eyes from his drug-induced state and began to take in his surroundings.
'God, I feel like I have a hangover, my vision is sorta blurry too, what the hell happened..SHI*! '
"SYDNEY!!" Vaughn screamed, jumping up and looking around him hopelessly.
'Where the hell am I? I don't recognize this area; dammit, I'm probably still in London. OK, nighttime in a strange city, no problem. the question is why whoever attacked Syd and me dropped me off on a sidewalk. Why wasn't I tortured, why wasn't I killed, and more importantly, where the fuc* is Syd..'
Suddenly Vaughn's cell phone rang.
'Oh thank God I still have my cell phone..'
Vaughn reached into his pocket and fumbled for his phone, meanwhile feeling something else in his pocket as well.
"Vaughn," he said while going back into his pocket to find the mystery object.
"Hey man, I thought that was you!" It was Eric.
"Thought who was me?" Vaughn replied as he fished the object out of his pocket. It was the "palm pilot".
"On the corner! Hey man, do you need a ride?"
'Why is Eric in London, and why didn't the attackers take this?! This is surely why we were attacked! Oh my God, I have got to get this to the CIA and find Sydney.'
"Michael? Michael? You still there? I'm turning around to get you ok?"
"Huh? Um, yeah, Eric," Vaughn began as he saw a car down the street make a slow u-turn and head in his direction. "Why are you in London?"
"London? What are you talking about?"
Eric hung up his cell phone as his car pulled up to the curb beside Vaughn.
"You're in L.A. Michael."
"What do you mean I'm in L.A? The last thing I remember is Syd and me getting attacked in Buckingham. She was hit in the head with something and I got shot with a tranquillizer dart. How am I in L.A.?" Vaughn asked Eric as he got into the car and they drove off.
"Your guess is as good as mine, but neither you nor Syd have checked in since your mission began. You both were due back into L.A. in a couple of hours from now," Eric answered. "You really need to get that wound on your neck looked at man, you don't want it to get infected."
"Look Eric, we need to get to the CIA and quick," Vaughn told Eric as he pulled the "address book" from his pocket. "This is the end of SD-6. And after I turn this into Devlin, I'm going to find Sydney. Our attackers split us up, and I have to find her. And before you say it, no I will not wait for the CIA retrieval team to find her. To me, the end of SD-6 means nothing if she's not here with me."
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'Where am I?'
Vaughn slowly opened his eyes from his drug-induced state and began to take in his surroundings.
'God, I feel like I have a hangover, my vision is sorta blurry too, what the hell happened..SHI*! '
"SYDNEY!!" Vaughn screamed, jumping up and looking around him hopelessly.
'Where the hell am I? I don't recognize this area; dammit, I'm probably still in London. OK, nighttime in a strange city, no problem. the question is why whoever attacked Syd and me dropped me off on a sidewalk. Why wasn't I tortured, why wasn't I killed, and more importantly, where the fuc* is Syd..'
Suddenly Vaughn's cell phone rang.
'Oh thank God I still have my cell phone..'
Vaughn reached into his pocket and fumbled for his phone, meanwhile feeling something else in his pocket as well.
"Vaughn," he said while going back into his pocket to find the mystery object.
"Hey man, I thought that was you!" It was Eric.
"Thought who was me?" Vaughn replied as he fished the object out of his pocket. It was the "palm pilot".
"On the corner! Hey man, do you need a ride?"
'Why is Eric in London, and why didn't the attackers take this?! This is surely why we were attacked! Oh my God, I have got to get this to the CIA and find Sydney.'
"Michael? Michael? You still there? I'm turning around to get you ok?"
"Huh? Um, yeah, Eric," Vaughn began as he saw a car down the street make a slow u-turn and head in his direction. "Why are you in London?"
"London? What are you talking about?"
Eric hung up his cell phone as his car pulled up to the curb beside Vaughn.
"You're in L.A. Michael."
"What do you mean I'm in L.A? The last thing I remember is Syd and me getting attacked in Buckingham. She was hit in the head with something and I got shot with a tranquillizer dart. How am I in L.A.?" Vaughn asked Eric as he got into the car and they drove off.
"Your guess is as good as mine, but neither you nor Syd have checked in since your mission began. You both were due back into L.A. in a couple of hours from now," Eric answered. "You really need to get that wound on your neck looked at man, you don't want it to get infected."
"Look Eric, we need to get to the CIA and quick," Vaughn told Eric as he pulled the "address book" from his pocket. "This is the end of SD-6. And after I turn this into Devlin, I'm going to find Sydney. Our attackers split us up, and I have to find her. And before you say it, no I will not wait for the CIA retrieval team to find her. To me, the end of SD-6 means nothing if she's not here with me."
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