*you know, if you're in NY for any reason, you have to go check out "Les
Miserables" at the Imperial Theatre!! It's awesome. I love the
music.listening to it right now. And it's the first Broadway show I've ever
seen.but it's so good. =)
[U]Chapter 21[/U]
"Thank you," Dixon said to the waiter, handing him the menus. "All right. We ordered. Now -"
"I'll tell you what you want to know. But you've got to believe me," Sydney replied, staring Dixon straight in the eye. "And not a word can be repeated."
"Why?"
"Just promise me Dixon," Sydney said seriously.
"OK," Dixon responded, bewildered.
"Because if you repeat anything, we'll all be dead. That's what happened to Danny. I figured since I was going to marry him, he had the right to know what I did for a living. He had to know. I couldn't keep lying. So I told him, and I don't think he ever saw it coming. Hell, I was just a graduate student working at a bank. Then he left a message on my answering machine, saying that he didn't care about me being a spy. That spies stop being spies sometime in their life. Somehow, Sloane heard it, and when I returned, Danny was dead."
Dixon had opened his mouth to say something consoling, but Sydney waved it away.
"Then someone from security section attempted to kill me, obviously with Sloane's authorization. That was the night I found out that my father was working for SD-6 too. My father told me all about SD-6 and who they really are. The very people we thought we were fighting against, Dixon. It's true. SD-6 isn't some black ops division of the CIA. It's part of the Alliance of Twelve. Enemies of the United States. But I had to gain Sloane's trust again, so I went to Taipei and took the gadget he wanted. Then after I did that, I went to the real CIA.and now I'm a double."
"SD-6 isn't part of the CIA? Sydney, that's a very convincing story, but it's not that believable," Dixon replied critically.
--
"I'm sorry," Erin said suddenly, sounding genuinely sorry.
"For what?" Vaughn responded warily. If this woman could change her attitude like that, who knew what else she was capable of?
"Acting like a bitch. It's just that - How's Sydney?" she asked suddenly.
"Why?"
"Because, it just seems like you would know."
"What makes you think that?" Vaughn asked cautiously.
"Because, you're like her puppet. You jump whenever she lifts her finger."
"I do not "jump whenever she lifts her finger,"" Vaughn said sarcastically.
"Yes you do. Don't you want to know how she is? She's sitting right there," Erin said furtively.
"What?" Vaughn responded, glancing towards the direction Erin had pointed.
Sure enough, there was Sydney.and Dixon. What a coincidence, Vaughn thought. A very.coincidental coincidence. I wonder how she's doing with convincing him.
--
"Dixon.what else do you want to know?"
"Why did you go to Taipei the second time? Why did you go for a midnight swim?"
"To save my friend. We had to exchange him for the Rambaldi page."
"You stole from the SD-6 lab."
"Took. Borrowed." Sydney corrected.
Dixon stared at her. "Is there a difference? Fine, you [I]took[/I] from the lab. What was it?"
"Well, do you believe me?" Sydney countered. "If you don't, there's no point in telling. It'll just be like feeding the enemy crucial information."
"Oh, so now I'm the enemy?"
"You could be.if you still believe you're working for the CIA."
"Let's just say I do think you're telling the truth."
"Do you, really, I mean?"
"I'm not sure. But to be honest, reporting you to Security Section is still on my list of to do things," Dixon warned.
"But -"
"No buts, Syd. Either you give me some real proof.or -"
"Fine," Sydney relented. She was desperate. This was not good.but Vaughn did say she could call him, if Dixon didn't believe her.
"What are you doing?" Dixon asked, watching her pull out her tiny black cell phone.
Sydney ignored him, and dialed the numbers she had memorized so long ago.
"Sydn-"
"Hello? It's me."
"What's up?" Vaughn answered, his voice sounded a little far away, with all the chatter in the background.
"He doesn't believe me."
"All right. Do you two have time to meet me?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I am. I can't risk him reporting you."
"OK. We'll be there in half an hour," Sydney said.
"Great. It'll probably take thirty minutes to get there, so I'm going to go now. Maybe I'll see you in the parking lot?" Vaughn joked, ending the conversation.
--
"Erin, I have to go now. Sydney needs me," Vaughn said, stuffing his cell phone back into his pocket.
"I'm sure she does," Erin replied sarcastically.
"What? Oh, no.Erin.Why don't you just.do you need a ride home?" Vaughn answered, catching himself before he told her to stuff it.
"No. I drove myself. I do know how to drive, you know," Erin responded, standing up.
"Thanks for the lovely dinner," she said with a hint of sarcasm.
Vaughn said nothing. He just watched as he saw Sydney and Dixon walk out the door, after paying for the food. Sydney looked stressed, while Dixon had a perplexed look on his face, mixed with a look of distrust.
He stood up, and turned to Erin. "I already paid for the food. Don't go home so early on account of me."
Erin sighed.
"Just go," she said, waving him away.
[U]Chapter 21[/U]
"Thank you," Dixon said to the waiter, handing him the menus. "All right. We ordered. Now -"
"I'll tell you what you want to know. But you've got to believe me," Sydney replied, staring Dixon straight in the eye. "And not a word can be repeated."
"Why?"
"Just promise me Dixon," Sydney said seriously.
"OK," Dixon responded, bewildered.
"Because if you repeat anything, we'll all be dead. That's what happened to Danny. I figured since I was going to marry him, he had the right to know what I did for a living. He had to know. I couldn't keep lying. So I told him, and I don't think he ever saw it coming. Hell, I was just a graduate student working at a bank. Then he left a message on my answering machine, saying that he didn't care about me being a spy. That spies stop being spies sometime in their life. Somehow, Sloane heard it, and when I returned, Danny was dead."
Dixon had opened his mouth to say something consoling, but Sydney waved it away.
"Then someone from security section attempted to kill me, obviously with Sloane's authorization. That was the night I found out that my father was working for SD-6 too. My father told me all about SD-6 and who they really are. The very people we thought we were fighting against, Dixon. It's true. SD-6 isn't some black ops division of the CIA. It's part of the Alliance of Twelve. Enemies of the United States. But I had to gain Sloane's trust again, so I went to Taipei and took the gadget he wanted. Then after I did that, I went to the real CIA.and now I'm a double."
"SD-6 isn't part of the CIA? Sydney, that's a very convincing story, but it's not that believable," Dixon replied critically.
--
"I'm sorry," Erin said suddenly, sounding genuinely sorry.
"For what?" Vaughn responded warily. If this woman could change her attitude like that, who knew what else she was capable of?
"Acting like a bitch. It's just that - How's Sydney?" she asked suddenly.
"Why?"
"Because, it just seems like you would know."
"What makes you think that?" Vaughn asked cautiously.
"Because, you're like her puppet. You jump whenever she lifts her finger."
"I do not "jump whenever she lifts her finger,"" Vaughn said sarcastically.
"Yes you do. Don't you want to know how she is? She's sitting right there," Erin said furtively.
"What?" Vaughn responded, glancing towards the direction Erin had pointed.
Sure enough, there was Sydney.and Dixon. What a coincidence, Vaughn thought. A very.coincidental coincidence. I wonder how she's doing with convincing him.
--
"Dixon.what else do you want to know?"
"Why did you go to Taipei the second time? Why did you go for a midnight swim?"
"To save my friend. We had to exchange him for the Rambaldi page."
"You stole from the SD-6 lab."
"Took. Borrowed." Sydney corrected.
Dixon stared at her. "Is there a difference? Fine, you [I]took[/I] from the lab. What was it?"
"Well, do you believe me?" Sydney countered. "If you don't, there's no point in telling. It'll just be like feeding the enemy crucial information."
"Oh, so now I'm the enemy?"
"You could be.if you still believe you're working for the CIA."
"Let's just say I do think you're telling the truth."
"Do you, really, I mean?"
"I'm not sure. But to be honest, reporting you to Security Section is still on my list of to do things," Dixon warned.
"But -"
"No buts, Syd. Either you give me some real proof.or -"
"Fine," Sydney relented. She was desperate. This was not good.but Vaughn did say she could call him, if Dixon didn't believe her.
"What are you doing?" Dixon asked, watching her pull out her tiny black cell phone.
Sydney ignored him, and dialed the numbers she had memorized so long ago.
"Sydn-"
"Hello? It's me."
"What's up?" Vaughn answered, his voice sounded a little far away, with all the chatter in the background.
"He doesn't believe me."
"All right. Do you two have time to meet me?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I am. I can't risk him reporting you."
"OK. We'll be there in half an hour," Sydney said.
"Great. It'll probably take thirty minutes to get there, so I'm going to go now. Maybe I'll see you in the parking lot?" Vaughn joked, ending the conversation.
--
"Erin, I have to go now. Sydney needs me," Vaughn said, stuffing his cell phone back into his pocket.
"I'm sure she does," Erin replied sarcastically.
"What? Oh, no.Erin.Why don't you just.do you need a ride home?" Vaughn answered, catching himself before he told her to stuff it.
"No. I drove myself. I do know how to drive, you know," Erin responded, standing up.
"Thanks for the lovely dinner," she said with a hint of sarcasm.
Vaughn said nothing. He just watched as he saw Sydney and Dixon walk out the door, after paying for the food. Sydney looked stressed, while Dixon had a perplexed look on his face, mixed with a look of distrust.
He stood up, and turned to Erin. "I already paid for the food. Don't go home so early on account of me."
Erin sighed.
"Just go," she said, waving him away.