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Sydney love,
I can't stop thinking about the last time we met. Each time my foot aches, I think of
you. You have left your mark on
me. As I have on you… how is your leg
darling?
Do you remember what I told you the last time we met? You are risking the lives of every on you
know with your refusal to join us. Your
mother is not a patient woman, but lucky for you, she is a fair woman.
She is graciously giving you one last opportunity to spare
those around you any further harm. I
will be in contact with you soon to discuss the details.
Sydney, your mother's plans will not be complete without
you by her side. And neither will mine.
Looking forward to seeing you soon.
Your devoted, S.
Vaughn held the letter in his hand. He looked at Sydney. "Well, I figured we hadn't heard the last of
him or your mother, but this approach is certainly not what I expected," Vaughn
said calmly.
Sydney stared at him for a second, expecting more. "That's all you've got to say? Vaughn, that psycho knows where I live, and
he's in LA!"
"We don't know that he's in LA," Vaughn said.
"The postmark…"
"Doesn't mean anything," Vaughn interrupted her. "He could have had anybody mail that for
him."
"That's true," Sydney admitted, "But I've got a
feeling. He's in LA. And he's following me."
Vaughn studied her face for a moment. "I can arrange for protection, Syd. Or I can get you round the clock
survelliance," he said.
"That's just what I need, Vaughn!" Sydney was clearly getting edgy. "For an SD-6 tracker to catch sight of my
CIA protection."
"Well, what about that?" Vaughn asked. "Has security section said anything about
you having a tail?"
"No."
A momentary silence.
Vaughn didn't even want to suggest it, but knew he had to… it was his
job. "Syd, maybe it's time for witness
protection."
"For me and every one who has the misfortune of knowing
me?" Sydney asked despair filling her voice.
"Including you?"
That thought had never occurred to Vaughn. He arched one eyebrow at the
possibilities. He pulled it back down
when Sydney frowned at him. "It's not
ideal, I know," Vaughn said.
"It's not an option," Sydney said.
They sat in silence for awhile. Finally Vaughn said, "Then our only options are to wait for Sark
or…"
"Find my mother before she comes for me," Sydney said.