Title: Family Secrets: (19/?)
Author: Jaycee
*All necessary formalities are in the first chapters.
Note: Here's the next chapter, people. Have fun reading. Sorry that this chapter is kind of short. I'd like to thank each and every one of you for the great reviews… and even though you kinda scared me with the death threats… I still appreciate it!
I'll be ending this story soon, maybe five more chapters, and then that's it. Read and review, okay guys? J
Again thank you to my beta reader, Ash! You're the best gurl!
Here goes…
14:55
Mohammed Singh's mansion,
Brunei
Sam ran to the mansion, with great effort, grabbing her chest because her lungs felt like they were on fire because of the over-exertion. She pried the window open and dropped into the basement. Checking her watch, she found out that she only has four minutes left.
She ran up the stairs and saw Sydney, unconscious. "Sydney! Sydney! Wake up!" Sam urged the agent and started to shake her shoulders to wake her up. But Sydney just moaned and refused to wake up.
Sam sighed in frustration and went over to the white control cabinet and quickly punched in the code to open the security gates so that she and Sydney could go out of the mansion through the door.
The problem was, her code was rejected. They were trapped.
And there was no way she could drag Sydney down to the basement.
For the fourth time that day, Sam broke into a run.
15:00
CIA Control Room,
CIA Headquarters,
Los Angeles
Weiss ran to his friend and caught Vaughn before his head hit the floor.
"Michael!" He shouted in surprise. Weiss looked up and saw Agent Santos looking at them in fascination.
"Agent Santos. Get the first aid kit!" He ordered. The agent nodded and quickly went out of the room.
"Michael. Come on. You can't do this right now." He whispered to his unmoving friend. He sighed and realized that his friend is in deeper trouble than he originally thought.
His friend has fallen for someone off limits, who is about to be killed by his own sister.
14:56
Mohammed Singh's mansion,
Brunei
Sam grabbed Sydney and made the agent place her right arm around Sam's shoulders, and the two made their way towards a small window that Sam saw earlier. It was the only window in the whole mansion that wasn't covered by the security gates.
"Sydney! Come on! Wake up!" Sam hissed as she laid Sydney on the floor and tried to open the window. It wouldn't budge.
Sam sighed and looked around, looking for something that she could throw to the window to shatter the glass. She saw nothing.
She then checked her pockets and found her small tranquilizer gun, but it doesn't offer much of help since it is too small. Sam took a deep breath as she felt a strong sense of doom and helplessness absorb her being. She shook her head, refusing to let the feeling engulf her.
"There's no other choice." She whispered. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her right fist and punched the glass with all her might.
She bit her lip when she felt a slice of glass break into her skin, leaving a huge cut, making her bleed profusely. She ignored the pain and took out the pieces of glass that was left on the window.
She wondered why she was doing this. But its not as if she had to think about it too deeply, she knew the reason why she was saving the woman that she wanted to kill earlier.
Its because Michael loves this woman. And she loves her brother so much that if it means that she has to forget about her yearning for revenge, she'll do just that.
Sam heard her watch beep and realized that she only had a minute left.
"There." She announced as soon as she got the pieces of glass out. There were a few shards left, but she couldn't deal with that now.
She looked at Sydney and saw the agent's eyes fluttering. "She's waking up, finally." She whispered.
"Sydney! Sydney! Wake up!" Sam said in a loud voice.
When Sydney refused to wake up, Sam hit her hard across the face, making the agent look at her in bewilderment. 'That felt good.' She said to herself.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" Sydney asked.
"Ask questions later. What we need to do right now is to get out of this place right now." Sam said and pointed to the window.
Sydney nodded and got out of the window as fast as she could. Sam was right behind her.
The moment they were out of the window, the whole pace exploded. Leaving Sam and Sydney unconscious.
15:05
CIA Control Room,
CIA Headquarters,
Los Angeles
"Michael? Michael?" Vaughn heard someone calling his name. He moaned when he got a whiff of the ammonia that someone was waving under his nose.
He opened his eyes and saw Eric looking down at him in surprise. Vaughn bolted up and stared at his friend. "E-Eric. What-what happened?" He stammered.
Weiss sighed and helped him stand up. "You fainted." He replied simply.
Vaughn tried to think of a reason why he fainted. Then he remembered the reason, and he almost fell down on the floor again if Eric didn't catch him on time.
"Mike! No! Don't faint again! Now, come on. Sit down." Weiss led him to a chair and took a deep breath.
"What happened Eric? Is Sydney…" Vaughn trailed off, not wanting to say the word.
Weiss looked at him and started to shake his head. Vaughn was about to smile when Weiss held up a hand. "We don't know if she's dead or if she's not. We don't know what really happened, Mike. But I already sent an extraction team over at the mansion, and I already secured permission from Devlin. We're going to Brunei in thirty minutes." He told him.
Vaughn nodded, happy that at least Devlin was cooperative this time. "Thank you so much Eric. It really means a lot to me that you did this." He stared at his friend for a moment and then asked in a small voice, "Did anyone else see me faint?"
Weiss nodded regretfully. "Yeah. But don't worry. I threatened him that if he said anything, I'm going to have his ass fired."
Vaughn smiled at his friend. "Thank you again Eric."
"You have to stop thanking me, Mike. That's what friends are for." Weiss replied. He then cleared his throat. "Mike. What you said about loving Bristow, that's true, huh?" He asked.
Vaughn nodded solemnly. "Its true. And I don't know what I'm going to do if anything happens to her." He said, his heart pounding furiously at the thought of Sydney dead.
Weiss looked at him and pulled his friend to his feet and they started to walk out of the Control Room. "Don't think like that. I have a feeling that what you said to Sam made her realize what her actions might do to you. Even though she shows it in a really twisted way, Sam loves you so much. I have a feeling that that will prevail." He assured his friend.
Vaughn just kept on walking towards his office to get a few things before the two of them went to the airport. He just hoped that Weiss was right.
15:06
Mohammed Singh's mansion ruins,
Brunei
Sydney slowly opened her eyes and turned to her right. She saw Sam lying on the ground, her forehead has a big wound on it and blood was flowing out of it continually.
Sydney quickly stood up and made Sam stand up and half led and half-dragged the agent towards a tree. She made Sam sit against the tree and Sydney stared at the young agent.
Other than the gash on her temple, there was also a large cut on her right hand and a big bruise was forming on her forearm. Sydney looked down at herself, checking for any bruises and cuts, and found one on her arm and one on her leg. Other than that, she appeared to be unharmed. The once beautiful and gargantuan mansion was now destroyed, and the only reminder that it was once a house filled with such beauty was a half golden body of an elephant statue, which for some reason survived the explosion.
She turned to look at Sam again and heard a low moan escape from her lips. "Sam?" Sydney whispered, running her fingers down the agent's body, checking for any broken bones and found one on her left ankle.
Sam moaned again and her eyes fluttered open. "Sydney?" She whispered. "I need to… I need to tell Michael… everything…." She said softly and then started to cough violently.
Sydney nodded and stood up. "Come on. I know that there's a CIA safe house around here. I'll take you there." She said.
Sam nodded but when she tried to stand up, her right leg gave up on her and she fell on the floor.
Sydney was at her side in an instant, and she assisted Sam towards the CIA safe house that was a few kilometers from the mansion.
15: 45
Fifty thousand feet above the ground,
Somewhere above the Pacific
Vaughn rifled through a fitness magazine that he saw on the back of the chair in front of him in the plane, but nothing caught his fancy. He sighed and dropped the magazine on the floor, not bothering to pick it up.
Weiss looked at him and took off his headphones. "Mike. You have got to relax. We'll get there in two hours. Don't worry."
Vaughn stared at his friend and felt something snap inside of him. "Relax? You're telling me to relax, Eric? How can I relax when the woman that I love is somewhere in Brunei, probably dead, and the person who did all of this is my very own sister? Now. Tell me. If this happened to you, could you relax?" He said in between clenched teeth.
Weiss looked at the agent in alarm and placed a restraining hand on Vaughn's arm. "I know that you're worried right now, and that nothing I say could help you, but you have to understand that you blowing up won't help the situation, it will just worsen it because someone might hear you." He said in a low voice as he glanced surreptitiously around the plane, glad that no one seems to think that something is amiss.
Vaughn took a deep breath and released it slowly. "I'm so sorry Eric. It's just that I feel so useless, you know? I just wish that I could do something to help them." He finished in a soft voice.
Weiss nodded understandingly. "I know. Now. Just sit tight and try to go to sleep. I'll wake you up when we get there."
Vaughn nodded and rested his head on the headset. At first, he doubted that he can fall asleep, but when he closed his eyes, he immediately drifted off in a deep, dreamless slumber.
