AN: Yeah, I'm starting to write in other ppl's perspectives…at least, I'm
trying to. Well, have fun!
4/?
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"Joey's Pizza?"
"…wrong number…"
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Sydney strode into the warehouse with long strong strides, not once teetering on her heels. She faced the man in front of her, and stared him straight in the eyes.
"We need another code name. No more Joey's Pizza."
Her new handler, Agent Lee, looked startled.
"You never had a problem with it before," he defended himself.
"That was before," With Agent Vaughn, she thought. "This is now."
"All right. Fine. I'll run it with Devlin and see what he says."
"No. You change it with or without his approval. Is it really so hard to think of a code name? Frank's Bar…Melissa's Nursery, Brian's Pub, John's Appliances, Mike's Bookstore…" Vaughn's Dead…Sydney screamed inside her head.
Agent Lee looked unsettled at Sydney's wild eyes. They were horrifying…desperate.
There was silence. Then he broke it.
"Sloane wants you to break into the K-Directorate hospital and steal Strain X, right?"
"If you know, don't ask."
"…We want you to exchange this," Agent Lee said, holding up a vial in a plastic bag, "with the real thing. You'll give the real vial to me the night you get back. Any questions?"
"No."
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"Hey Dad," Sydney greeted, not looking at him. Instead, she stared out towards the ocean.
"Hi. How's Francie's restaurant going?" Jack Bristow asked, motioning towards the restaurant.
"It's coming. Everything's in place, and she's just waiting till Tuesday to open up."
"That's good."
Awkward silence plagued their ears.
"So, uh…how are you?"
"I've been better, thanks," Sydney responded, watching the waves pound against the metal railings.
"Look Sydney…you'll get over it."
"No Dad, I don't think I'll "get over it." Ever," Sydney said quietly, bringing her eyes up to stare defiantly at her father.
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"Do you think it's right?"
"Do I think what's right Jack?" Devlin responded, not looking up from his computer.
"You know what I'm talking about," Jack replied in his no-nonsense voice.
Devlin sighed. He tore his eyes away from the screen to look at Jack. "Of course it's not right. But we're doing it for a reason. We have to."
"We have to keep letting Sydney, my daughter, believe that Agent Vaughn is dead?"
"Look Jack. I think of Agent Vaughn as my own son. He sure acts like I did when I was his age," Devlin grinned. Then he turned serious. "Jack…I know it's hard on Sydney, but it's for the good of the Agency."
"But not for the good of Sydney."
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I know this is the shortest chapter, but there's nothing left to say…I can't think of any more. And the next chapter doesn't belong in here…so bye!
4/?
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"Joey's Pizza?"
"…wrong number…"
--
Sydney strode into the warehouse with long strong strides, not once teetering on her heels. She faced the man in front of her, and stared him straight in the eyes.
"We need another code name. No more Joey's Pizza."
Her new handler, Agent Lee, looked startled.
"You never had a problem with it before," he defended himself.
"That was before," With Agent Vaughn, she thought. "This is now."
"All right. Fine. I'll run it with Devlin and see what he says."
"No. You change it with or without his approval. Is it really so hard to think of a code name? Frank's Bar…Melissa's Nursery, Brian's Pub, John's Appliances, Mike's Bookstore…" Vaughn's Dead…Sydney screamed inside her head.
Agent Lee looked unsettled at Sydney's wild eyes. They were horrifying…desperate.
There was silence. Then he broke it.
"Sloane wants you to break into the K-Directorate hospital and steal Strain X, right?"
"If you know, don't ask."
"…We want you to exchange this," Agent Lee said, holding up a vial in a plastic bag, "with the real thing. You'll give the real vial to me the night you get back. Any questions?"
"No."
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"Hey Dad," Sydney greeted, not looking at him. Instead, she stared out towards the ocean.
"Hi. How's Francie's restaurant going?" Jack Bristow asked, motioning towards the restaurant.
"It's coming. Everything's in place, and she's just waiting till Tuesday to open up."
"That's good."
Awkward silence plagued their ears.
"So, uh…how are you?"
"I've been better, thanks," Sydney responded, watching the waves pound against the metal railings.
"Look Sydney…you'll get over it."
"No Dad, I don't think I'll "get over it." Ever," Sydney said quietly, bringing her eyes up to stare defiantly at her father.
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"Do you think it's right?"
"Do I think what's right Jack?" Devlin responded, not looking up from his computer.
"You know what I'm talking about," Jack replied in his no-nonsense voice.
Devlin sighed. He tore his eyes away from the screen to look at Jack. "Of course it's not right. But we're doing it for a reason. We have to."
"We have to keep letting Sydney, my daughter, believe that Agent Vaughn is dead?"
"Look Jack. I think of Agent Vaughn as my own son. He sure acts like I did when I was his age," Devlin grinned. Then he turned serious. "Jack…I know it's hard on Sydney, but it's for the good of the Agency."
"But not for the good of Sydney."
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I know this is the shortest chapter, but there's nothing left to say…I can't think of any more. And the next chapter doesn't belong in here…so bye!