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"Wait - let me see if I understand this - you were attacked during your mission and still came back with the intel, but not Agent Bristow?" Devlin looked bewilderedly at Vaughn across his desk, trying to make sense of everything that he was just told.
"Yes sir, I think that perhaps our attackers did not know what the intel looked like, and just thought that was a palm pilot, so they did not bother to take it from me," Vaughn replied.
"That's unlikely. If they had been there for the same intel as you were, they would have been quite familiar with it. I don't think they were after the same thing as you and Agent Bristow; in fact, from the way it's looking, they may have simply wanted Agent Bristow," Devlin said.
'Why would they want her? I swear to God, when I find whoever is responsible for this I am going to kick their as.'
"Agent Vaughn? Did you hear me?" Devlin had been talking, and Vaughn had no idea what had been said.
"Um, yes sir, I um."
"No you didn't. You would have been arguing with me by now if you had. I said you need to go home and get some rest while the CIA locates Agen."
"No. I'm sorry, but you know I can't do that sir. "
'What? He thinks I'm going to go home and get a 'good night's rest' while Sydney could be being tortured, maimed, or ..worse. No way in hell am I going home.'
"With all due respect sir, I am refusing to go home. I am going to go into my office and make as many phone calls as it takes to find out where Sy - Agent Bristow - is. And when I do locate her, I will be on a plane, with or without your endorsement - sir."
Devlin sighed aloud.
"I knew you wouldn't listen to me. But even if I suspended you it wouldn't change your mind. Just remember that if you let yourself become too exposed, you could jeopardize out takedown of SD-6. Good luck Agent Vaughn, I'll let you know if we get any leads."
"Thank you sir," Vaughn called over his shoulder as he ran down the hall to his office.
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'This world is too dam* big. Where am I supposed to begin?'
Vaughn stared at the piles of paperwork on his desk.
'I have pulled every file that even mentions Sydney and I still have nothing. None of my contacts have anything, and even Jack reported that his contacts are having no luck either. Why hasn't she tried to contact someone? I don't even know where to begin looki-'
Ring!Ring! Vaughn's cell phone went off in his coat pocket across the room. Stumbling across boxes and files, he finally reached the chair his coat was hung on. The number on the caller ID was not familiar.
"Vaughn."
"Um, is your name Michael Vaughn?" a timid voice said on the other end of the line.
"Yes, who is.Sydney?! Is that you?!"
'That's her voice!!! Oh thank God she's alive!!'
"Um, yes, I'm Sydney. Can I ask you who you are? I mean, I, well, you are supposed to be back in a couple of hours, but you don't sound like Michael. And this is not the cell phone number you gave me to call you on - I remembered it. I remembered that this is your number, but I don't recognize your voice."
'What is wrong with her? She's not making any sense! Oh God, let her be alright!'
"What are you talking about? Of course it's me! And what do you mean I don't sound like Michael - I AM Michael! Wait - Syd - are you being held hostage? Did they give you some kind of drug?"
"No, I haven't been drugged! Why are you asking me this? You are the one who told me that I fell down the stairs and that's why I have amnesia! Why are you acting so funny?"
'Oh shi*. No no no no no no.. She has amnesia and someone is posing as me..she must have remembered me but not details, like what I look like and ...SHI*! How do I fix this.think..think.!!'
"Um, Syd, this is going to sound really weird, but can you describe me? I mean, physically and whatever else you can think of?"
"You are acting so strange..ok, you have blue eyes, blond hair, you hate sports - especially hockey - and your favorite wine is Chateau Petreuse... '82. Why do you want to know? Look, the reason I was calling is because I heard you talking on the phone earlier, while I was in the shower, you answered the phone and said 'Sark'. Is that 'hello' in some other language or something?"
'Sark has her. That little.I am going to crush his..'
"Syd - stay where you are - I am coming to get you. Are you on a land line at the place you are staying right now?"
"Yeah, look, I'm sorry for eavesdropping, I just."
"Don't worry about it - just stay there! OK?"
"Ok, I will. Bye."
Vaughn bolted out of his office, headed towards the tech offices.
"I need a number traced NOW!" Vaughn said loudly as he bolted through the office's door.
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"Wait - let me see if I understand this - you were attacked during your mission and still came back with the intel, but not Agent Bristow?" Devlin looked bewilderedly at Vaughn across his desk, trying to make sense of everything that he was just told.
"Yes sir, I think that perhaps our attackers did not know what the intel looked like, and just thought that was a palm pilot, so they did not bother to take it from me," Vaughn replied.
"That's unlikely. If they had been there for the same intel as you were, they would have been quite familiar with it. I don't think they were after the same thing as you and Agent Bristow; in fact, from the way it's looking, they may have simply wanted Agent Bristow," Devlin said.
'Why would they want her? I swear to God, when I find whoever is responsible for this I am going to kick their as.'
"Agent Vaughn? Did you hear me?" Devlin had been talking, and Vaughn had no idea what had been said.
"Um, yes sir, I um."
"No you didn't. You would have been arguing with me by now if you had. I said you need to go home and get some rest while the CIA locates Agen."
"No. I'm sorry, but you know I can't do that sir. "
'What? He thinks I'm going to go home and get a 'good night's rest' while Sydney could be being tortured, maimed, or ..worse. No way in hell am I going home.'
"With all due respect sir, I am refusing to go home. I am going to go into my office and make as many phone calls as it takes to find out where Sy - Agent Bristow - is. And when I do locate her, I will be on a plane, with or without your endorsement - sir."
Devlin sighed aloud.
"I knew you wouldn't listen to me. But even if I suspended you it wouldn't change your mind. Just remember that if you let yourself become too exposed, you could jeopardize out takedown of SD-6. Good luck Agent Vaughn, I'll let you know if we get any leads."
"Thank you sir," Vaughn called over his shoulder as he ran down the hall to his office.
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'This world is too dam* big. Where am I supposed to begin?'
Vaughn stared at the piles of paperwork on his desk.
'I have pulled every file that even mentions Sydney and I still have nothing. None of my contacts have anything, and even Jack reported that his contacts are having no luck either. Why hasn't she tried to contact someone? I don't even know where to begin looki-'
Ring!Ring! Vaughn's cell phone went off in his coat pocket across the room. Stumbling across boxes and files, he finally reached the chair his coat was hung on. The number on the caller ID was not familiar.
"Vaughn."
"Um, is your name Michael Vaughn?" a timid voice said on the other end of the line.
"Yes, who is.Sydney?! Is that you?!"
'That's her voice!!! Oh thank God she's alive!!'
"Um, yes, I'm Sydney. Can I ask you who you are? I mean, I, well, you are supposed to be back in a couple of hours, but you don't sound like Michael. And this is not the cell phone number you gave me to call you on - I remembered it. I remembered that this is your number, but I don't recognize your voice."
'What is wrong with her? She's not making any sense! Oh God, let her be alright!'
"What are you talking about? Of course it's me! And what do you mean I don't sound like Michael - I AM Michael! Wait - Syd - are you being held hostage? Did they give you some kind of drug?"
"No, I haven't been drugged! Why are you asking me this? You are the one who told me that I fell down the stairs and that's why I have amnesia! Why are you acting so funny?"
'Oh shi*. No no no no no no.. She has amnesia and someone is posing as me..she must have remembered me but not details, like what I look like and ...SHI*! How do I fix this.think..think.!!'
"Um, Syd, this is going to sound really weird, but can you describe me? I mean, physically and whatever else you can think of?"
"You are acting so strange..ok, you have blue eyes, blond hair, you hate sports - especially hockey - and your favorite wine is Chateau Petreuse... '82. Why do you want to know? Look, the reason I was calling is because I heard you talking on the phone earlier, while I was in the shower, you answered the phone and said 'Sark'. Is that 'hello' in some other language or something?"
'Sark has her. That little.I am going to crush his..'
"Syd - stay where you are - I am coming to get you. Are you on a land line at the place you are staying right now?"
"Yeah, look, I'm sorry for eavesdropping, I just."
"Don't worry about it - just stay there! OK?"
"Ok, I will. Bye."
Vaughn bolted out of his office, headed towards the tech offices.
"I need a number traced NOW!" Vaughn said loudly as he bolted through the office's door.
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