[U] Chapter 15 [/U]
"Agent Vaughn." Devlin said slowly.
Vaughn stood there, staring back at him. The moment of truth.I'd either be able to stay here, or Devlin would send me on a plane to Spain again.
"Well, it's no secret you're alive and well again, so even if we do send you back to Madrid, people will know where to look and how to contact you."
You mean Sydney, Vaughn thought.
"So, I think it's better off you stay here in LA. You'll get your old job back, and your apartment's still empty. We can send all the stuff back," Devlin suggested.
Vaughn smiled inwardly.
"We're giving you two weeks off, because the doctor said it would be for our best interest. No strenuous activity for fourteen days. Oh, right, about Agent Duval. I have made contact with Kavanah. He agreed to let her stay here. Which means she's transferring to this branch. Just thought I should tell you that," Devlin said as he waved Vaughn off.
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"Joey's Pizza?"
"Sorry.wrong number."
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Vaughn looked up surprised, when he heard two sets of footsteps enter the warehouse.
"Hi," he addressed both agents.
"I told you Erin was staying at my place for a while," Sydney started.
"Yeah. Well, it's a good thing both of you are here. I just spoke with Devlin, and he said Kavanah's reassigning you -"
"What?"
"-to our LA branch," Vaughn finished.
"What?" both women said at the same time, but in different tones.
"But then.what about you?" Erin questioned, taking a seat on one of the cardboard boxes in front of Vaughn.
Sydney narrowed her eyes slightly. That's my seat.this is our warehouse.Am I jealous? Maybe.
"Devlin's letting me stay here. I'll get my old job and my apartment back."
"What about our things in Spain? Our assignments?"
"They're going to send someone there to get our stuff.and our assignments? I think they'll just assign new people on them."
Sydney coughed a silent cough in middle of the warehouse where she stood. She felt like a third wheel. She scuffed the toe of her shoe on the cement floor.
"What's your old job?" Erin asked.
"He was my handler," Sydney spoke up.
"Right. I'll see to Sydney's counter missions again."
"Where am I going to stay?"
"The CIA always provides accommodation.including housing, so they'll probably give you an apartment."
"Sorry to interrupt your conversations, but was this why you called? Because I have to meet Will and Francie - no. Not Will. I have to meet Francie at her restaurant."
"Uh," Vaughn looked up in surprise. "Yeah. This is the reason I called. Go ahead. I'll bring Erin by later."
Sydney nodded and walked out of the warehouse, her heels clicking against the cold floor.
"Agent Vaughn." Devlin said slowly.
Vaughn stood there, staring back at him. The moment of truth.I'd either be able to stay here, or Devlin would send me on a plane to Spain again.
"Well, it's no secret you're alive and well again, so even if we do send you back to Madrid, people will know where to look and how to contact you."
You mean Sydney, Vaughn thought.
"So, I think it's better off you stay here in LA. You'll get your old job back, and your apartment's still empty. We can send all the stuff back," Devlin suggested.
Vaughn smiled inwardly.
"We're giving you two weeks off, because the doctor said it would be for our best interest. No strenuous activity for fourteen days. Oh, right, about Agent Duval. I have made contact with Kavanah. He agreed to let her stay here. Which means she's transferring to this branch. Just thought I should tell you that," Devlin said as he waved Vaughn off.
--
"Joey's Pizza?"
"Sorry.wrong number."
--
Vaughn looked up surprised, when he heard two sets of footsteps enter the warehouse.
"Hi," he addressed both agents.
"I told you Erin was staying at my place for a while," Sydney started.
"Yeah. Well, it's a good thing both of you are here. I just spoke with Devlin, and he said Kavanah's reassigning you -"
"What?"
"-to our LA branch," Vaughn finished.
"What?" both women said at the same time, but in different tones.
"But then.what about you?" Erin questioned, taking a seat on one of the cardboard boxes in front of Vaughn.
Sydney narrowed her eyes slightly. That's my seat.this is our warehouse.Am I jealous? Maybe.
"Devlin's letting me stay here. I'll get my old job and my apartment back."
"What about our things in Spain? Our assignments?"
"They're going to send someone there to get our stuff.and our assignments? I think they'll just assign new people on them."
Sydney coughed a silent cough in middle of the warehouse where she stood. She felt like a third wheel. She scuffed the toe of her shoe on the cement floor.
"What's your old job?" Erin asked.
"He was my handler," Sydney spoke up.
"Right. I'll see to Sydney's counter missions again."
"Where am I going to stay?"
"The CIA always provides accommodation.including housing, so they'll probably give you an apartment."
"Sorry to interrupt your conversations, but was this why you called? Because I have to meet Will and Francie - no. Not Will. I have to meet Francie at her restaurant."
"Uh," Vaughn looked up in surprise. "Yeah. This is the reason I called. Go ahead. I'll bring Erin by later."
Sydney nodded and walked out of the warehouse, her heels clicking against the cold floor.