- ok. This sucks.I need to ease myself back into the writing mode.so yeah,
this sucks.
SPOILERS: Counteragent and so on
[U] Chapter 22 [/U]
Dixon looked around the warehouse suspiciously, while keeping one eye on Sydney, as if she might run any second.
"Hey," an unfamiliar voice said, and a second later, a handsome man appeared in front of them. He was wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase in hand.
"Hi. Thanks for coming," Sydney replied, flashing the man a tiny smile of gratitude.
"Dixon, this is -"
"Michael Vaughn. Agent of the Central Intelligence Agency. Nice to meet you finally," Vaughn said formally, holding out his hand.
Dixon looked at Vaughn's outstretched hand warily, but shook it.
"Agent Bristow tells me that you -"
"I don't believe her," Dixon said bluntly. "Why would SD-6 lie to all their employees?"
"That's an easy question. Because who in their right mind would work against their government?" Vaughn replied rhetorically. He set his shiny black briefcase on the table, and unsnapped the clasps. Pulling out a thick manila folder, he handed it to Dixon.
"What's this?"
"Read it. It should answer any questions you have," Vaughn responded.
Half an hour later, Dixon was finished reading. He closed the folder and slid it towards Vaughn.
"We're not forcing you to join up, but it is very dangerous if you don't. You'll have to be put in the WPP."
"Witness Protection Program," Dixon said softly. "Sydney, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you."
"It's all right Dixon. I'm just glad you understand now," Sydney smiled encouragingly.
"I had planned on going to Sloane about this after we had our conversation.if I still wasn't convinced. And now, I'm just glad I hadn't done anything. So.you're the mole, huh?"
Sydney grinned.
"All right. I want to know how I can join the CIA - the real one," Dixon said, looking at Vaughn.
"Are you sure Dixon? It's a tough time-consuming job to be a double," Sydney replied. "You have a family to take care of."
"I know. But I can't just go to work every day knowing I'm working for the wrong side," Dixon responded sensibly.
"Well, basically, you're in. But we just need to get your statement. And we have to get it reviewed," Vaughn said, slipping the folder back into the briefcase.
"It's that easy?"
"Actually, the CIA has been keeping tabs on you. You know, just in case you told someone about Sydney - er, Agent Bristow. So that's why steps are being skipped. But getting in is the easy part. Lying through your teeth, or, at least, seeing Sloane and restraining yourself from killing him, is the hard part."
"How many doubles are in SD-6?"
"Three, including you," Sydney said.
"Three? You, me, and?"
"Oh, um, my father."
"You're father? Are you sure you're all right? OK, that came out wrong. What I meant, was that you're father.he's a senior officer at SD- 6.how could he be a double?"
"What can I say? We've got moles in high places," Sydney said lightly.
--
"Hey Mike?" Erin asked, holding a manila folder in her hand.
Vaughn looked up from his computer. "What is it?"
"Devlin just got intel about the circumference. He told me to give this to you," she replied, placing the folder on his desk. "He wants to see you after you read it."
"Thanks Erin," Vaughn said, watching her leave his office. Once the door was closed behind her, he took the folder and opened it.
He shuffled through the official documents, but stopped when he read one line. "There was found to be contaminants in the liquid. Symptoms do not appear until a significant amount of time has passed since exposure."
--
"Vaughn, come in. Sit," Devlin said warmly.
He's being too nice, Vaughn thought warily.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes. I'm glad Miss Duval got a hold of you. I'm certain you've read that," Devlin motioned towards the folder that Vaughn clutched in his hand.
Vaughn nodded slowly. "So, what are you planning on doing? Run some tests?"
"Actually, yes. Both you and Miss Bristow need to be checked out. Just in case."
"So what contaminant was found in the water?" Vaughn asked cautiously.
"A radioactive substance that could potentially be harmful if exposed fully. I've set up an appointment for you and Miss Bristow tomorrow afternoon at two thirty. Be down at the lab by that time. Oh, and please inform Miss Bristow about it too."
--
"What?"
Vaughn watched Sydney pace around the small area, her sneakers squeaking with each movement.
"Devlin's set up an appointment for us tomorrow. We have to be at the CIA lab by two thirty."
"Tomorrow! What about -"
"He spoke with your father. Your father is to tell Sloane that you have a dentist appointment," Vaughn said.
"But."
"Don't worry Syd, nothing's going to happen. It's just a test. Just in case. They have to take the necessary precautions, and they are."
"I hope you're right," Sydney replied, the worried look in her eyes faded a little. Secretly, she was worried for Vaughn. He had been in the water for god knows how long.
--
- I suck at this.
SPOILERS: Counteragent and so on
[U] Chapter 22 [/U]
Dixon looked around the warehouse suspiciously, while keeping one eye on Sydney, as if she might run any second.
"Hey," an unfamiliar voice said, and a second later, a handsome man appeared in front of them. He was wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase in hand.
"Hi. Thanks for coming," Sydney replied, flashing the man a tiny smile of gratitude.
"Dixon, this is -"
"Michael Vaughn. Agent of the Central Intelligence Agency. Nice to meet you finally," Vaughn said formally, holding out his hand.
Dixon looked at Vaughn's outstretched hand warily, but shook it.
"Agent Bristow tells me that you -"
"I don't believe her," Dixon said bluntly. "Why would SD-6 lie to all their employees?"
"That's an easy question. Because who in their right mind would work against their government?" Vaughn replied rhetorically. He set his shiny black briefcase on the table, and unsnapped the clasps. Pulling out a thick manila folder, he handed it to Dixon.
"What's this?"
"Read it. It should answer any questions you have," Vaughn responded.
Half an hour later, Dixon was finished reading. He closed the folder and slid it towards Vaughn.
"We're not forcing you to join up, but it is very dangerous if you don't. You'll have to be put in the WPP."
"Witness Protection Program," Dixon said softly. "Sydney, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you."
"It's all right Dixon. I'm just glad you understand now," Sydney smiled encouragingly.
"I had planned on going to Sloane about this after we had our conversation.if I still wasn't convinced. And now, I'm just glad I hadn't done anything. So.you're the mole, huh?"
Sydney grinned.
"All right. I want to know how I can join the CIA - the real one," Dixon said, looking at Vaughn.
"Are you sure Dixon? It's a tough time-consuming job to be a double," Sydney replied. "You have a family to take care of."
"I know. But I can't just go to work every day knowing I'm working for the wrong side," Dixon responded sensibly.
"Well, basically, you're in. But we just need to get your statement. And we have to get it reviewed," Vaughn said, slipping the folder back into the briefcase.
"It's that easy?"
"Actually, the CIA has been keeping tabs on you. You know, just in case you told someone about Sydney - er, Agent Bristow. So that's why steps are being skipped. But getting in is the easy part. Lying through your teeth, or, at least, seeing Sloane and restraining yourself from killing him, is the hard part."
"How many doubles are in SD-6?"
"Three, including you," Sydney said.
"Three? You, me, and?"
"Oh, um, my father."
"You're father? Are you sure you're all right? OK, that came out wrong. What I meant, was that you're father.he's a senior officer at SD- 6.how could he be a double?"
"What can I say? We've got moles in high places," Sydney said lightly.
--
"Hey Mike?" Erin asked, holding a manila folder in her hand.
Vaughn looked up from his computer. "What is it?"
"Devlin just got intel about the circumference. He told me to give this to you," she replied, placing the folder on his desk. "He wants to see you after you read it."
"Thanks Erin," Vaughn said, watching her leave his office. Once the door was closed behind her, he took the folder and opened it.
He shuffled through the official documents, but stopped when he read one line. "There was found to be contaminants in the liquid. Symptoms do not appear until a significant amount of time has passed since exposure."
--
"Vaughn, come in. Sit," Devlin said warmly.
He's being too nice, Vaughn thought warily.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes. I'm glad Miss Duval got a hold of you. I'm certain you've read that," Devlin motioned towards the folder that Vaughn clutched in his hand.
Vaughn nodded slowly. "So, what are you planning on doing? Run some tests?"
"Actually, yes. Both you and Miss Bristow need to be checked out. Just in case."
"So what contaminant was found in the water?" Vaughn asked cautiously.
"A radioactive substance that could potentially be harmful if exposed fully. I've set up an appointment for you and Miss Bristow tomorrow afternoon at two thirty. Be down at the lab by that time. Oh, and please inform Miss Bristow about it too."
--
"What?"
Vaughn watched Sydney pace around the small area, her sneakers squeaking with each movement.
"Devlin's set up an appointment for us tomorrow. We have to be at the CIA lab by two thirty."
"Tomorrow! What about -"
"He spoke with your father. Your father is to tell Sloane that you have a dentist appointment," Vaughn said.
"But."
"Don't worry Syd, nothing's going to happen. It's just a test. Just in case. They have to take the necessary precautions, and they are."
"I hope you're right," Sydney replied, the worried look in her eyes faded a little. Secretly, she was worried for Vaughn. He had been in the water for god knows how long.
--
- I suck at this.