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"I'm Home!" Sydney called into the house, no response came back to meet her. She put her purse and keys on a near by table, "Amanda?" she said, as she took off her jacket, she walked over towards Francie's room and peaked in, nobody, a strange look grew on her face, "Amanda?" she called again and walked to her room to see if she maybe crashed there, she peaked in and saw nobody, "Anybody home?" She called, suddenly the shrill of the phone ringing answer Sydney. She walked over, and picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Joey's Pizza?" the voice spoke, maybe this was the answer to Sydney's question.
"Wrong Number." She said and grabbed her purse and keys and ran to her car. She had a feeling at the bottom of her stomach that something was wrong. She arrived at the Warehouse and ran to the very familiar cage, "Where is Amanda?" she asked before Vaughn had a chance to say anything. He sighed in return.
"On her way to San Juan," Vaughn told her, "She took Will with her."
"Will? Why would she want Will?" Sydney asked, crossing her arms.
"We don't know. We found different files transferred from our computers to an unknown source, we believe it's the man." Vaughn told her, Sydney's mouth dropped open.
"So, she has been lying to me for the past week?" Sydney said, sitting down in the vacant chair that sat across from Vaughn.
"Not entirely, but just enough to allow you to trust her to get into files. She was a undercover spy." Vaughn told her, Sydney lowered her head remembering what Sloan had said in the meeting she had earlier 'We've gotten word that 'The Man' is planning to meet with one of his undercover agents this Saturday. They will be exchanging valuable information, we want this information' Sloane echoed in her head.
"How could I be so stupid? How could I've not noticed?" Sydney asked herself softly, "They're exchanging information with my mother." Sydney told Vaughn, lifting her head.
"What?" he asked.
"There's a Rave going on Saturday night. My new Partner and I are assigned to go to this Rave and steal the information from them. Sloane has no idea about Amanda or my mother actually being 'The Man.'"
"Well," Vaughn said leaning back and running his fingers through his hair, "First you have to find some way to ditch your new partner while you're at the Rave. Then get the information back from Amanda before she hands it off to your mother, and get fake information for SD-6."
"It's not going to be easy."
"I know." Vaughn nodded
"I want you to come with me," Sydney asked, looking at Vaughn.
"Are you sure? Last time I went on this kind of mission I nearly drowned." He told her, leaning forward.
"I know, but this is San Juan," Vaughn lowered his head, "I Know I can't do this mission without you." Vaughn thought about it for a moment, biting his lips. He was risking his life again, risking his life for his country. A small smile grew on his face, risking his life for Sydney, "Okay, I'm in."
- - - - Amanda and Will Arrive at San Juan - - - - -
Will slowly opened his eyes, he felt like he was hit over the head with a baseball bat. He tried to pull his arms from behind them but couldn't, he had handcuffs on. He groaned, he remember this situation. He prayed that the evil dentist guy was nowhere in site. Will heard a door open and he lifted his head.
"Mr. Tippin, you just don't know how to stay out of trouble do you?" Sark laughed lightly has a walked into the poorly lightened room.
"You got the Circumference, you don't need me." He told him, looking up at Sark. He wasn't beaten this time, he seemed perfectly fine minus the large bump on the back of his head from falling. Why didn't he stop her from shooting, he didn't know.
"Your right, we don't need you. I mean, you should be dead right now. But your not." Sark said, a smile curled at his lip, "I found, in the deepest pit of my heart, a reason why we should keep you alive. We're going to use you."
"Why would you use me? I'm nothing to the CIA, I'm in training for crying out loud."
"Your correct, your nothing to the CIA. But you are something to Miss Bristow," Sark said, slowly walking around Will's chair, "She would give anything to save your life, we have no doubt about that. She possibly give more Rimbaldi secrets our agent Amanda was unable to reach."
"Your sick son-of-a-bitch," Will yelled at him.
"Well, I'm not the one handcuffed to a chair for the second time," Sark told him as he began to walk towards the door. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Will, "Get a good night's rest Mr. Tippin. You'll be having a busy day tomorrow." He said and shut off the light. Complete darkness filled the room.
- - - - Outside of the room - - - - -
After Sark closed the door, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Sydney's number. Back in Los Angeles, Sydney was gathering her things together. Her cell phone sat on a near by table when it began to ring. Sydney sighed in frustration and picked up the phone, "Hello."
"Miss Bristow, so nice to speak with you again." He said as he walked down the hallway to the Limousine that waited for him outside.
"Where is Will?" she said, recognizing the voice.
"Mr. Tippin is fine, as long as you follow my direction carefully and precisely," Sydney sighed at this.
"What do you want now, don't you have everything you want?
"No I don't, there was one file we could not reach in the CIA files. We want that file; bring it with you to San Juan. If you choose not to follow this direction, Will dies. Do I make myself clear?" Sark asked as he nodded to reach of the guards that stood by the door. Sydney felt tears rush to her eyes, but she choked them back
"Yes, we do,"
"Good, see you in San Juan on Saturday. You know where." He said as he hung up the phone and stepped into the limousine. Sydney clicked off the phone and stood there, thinking of what to do. She turned the phone back on and dialed Vaughn's number. After a few rings he answered.
"Hello?" he asked, Vaughn was also in the process of packing. He was heading out on a flight after Sydney.
"Sark called me,"
"What? What'd he want?" Vaughn asked, he sat down on his bed next to his suitcase.
"He wants this file that was unreachable in the CIA system. Do you know what he's talking about?" Vaughn searched through his head, thinking of all the files for Rambaldi. Then one popped in his eyes.
"Yes, Devlin locked it underneath a password that changes every 2 hours. I know what to do, just continue getting ready. Don't worry, okay?"
"Okay."
"Do you remember our plan?"
"Every detail. I'll see you then," she said and hung up the phone. She suddenly got a feeling, like everything would be okay but only if Vaughn said it was. She believed him, she trusted him. He was one of the few she did trust. She continued to pack; she already knew that this Mission was going to be difficult and complicated.
*Like Always, PLEASE REVIEW!! Also who caught the Today show and The View? I did, and may I saw Mr. Vartan was looking his adorable self as usual *sigh * he is just too cute for words :o) *
"I'm Home!" Sydney called into the house, no response came back to meet her. She put her purse and keys on a near by table, "Amanda?" she said, as she took off her jacket, she walked over towards Francie's room and peaked in, nobody, a strange look grew on her face, "Amanda?" she called again and walked to her room to see if she maybe crashed there, she peaked in and saw nobody, "Anybody home?" She called, suddenly the shrill of the phone ringing answer Sydney. She walked over, and picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Joey's Pizza?" the voice spoke, maybe this was the answer to Sydney's question.
"Wrong Number." She said and grabbed her purse and keys and ran to her car. She had a feeling at the bottom of her stomach that something was wrong. She arrived at the Warehouse and ran to the very familiar cage, "Where is Amanda?" she asked before Vaughn had a chance to say anything. He sighed in return.
"On her way to San Juan," Vaughn told her, "She took Will with her."
"Will? Why would she want Will?" Sydney asked, crossing her arms.
"We don't know. We found different files transferred from our computers to an unknown source, we believe it's the man." Vaughn told her, Sydney's mouth dropped open.
"So, she has been lying to me for the past week?" Sydney said, sitting down in the vacant chair that sat across from Vaughn.
"Not entirely, but just enough to allow you to trust her to get into files. She was a undercover spy." Vaughn told her, Sydney lowered her head remembering what Sloan had said in the meeting she had earlier 'We've gotten word that 'The Man' is planning to meet with one of his undercover agents this Saturday. They will be exchanging valuable information, we want this information' Sloane echoed in her head.
"How could I be so stupid? How could I've not noticed?" Sydney asked herself softly, "They're exchanging information with my mother." Sydney told Vaughn, lifting her head.
"What?" he asked.
"There's a Rave going on Saturday night. My new Partner and I are assigned to go to this Rave and steal the information from them. Sloane has no idea about Amanda or my mother actually being 'The Man.'"
"Well," Vaughn said leaning back and running his fingers through his hair, "First you have to find some way to ditch your new partner while you're at the Rave. Then get the information back from Amanda before she hands it off to your mother, and get fake information for SD-6."
"It's not going to be easy."
"I know." Vaughn nodded
"I want you to come with me," Sydney asked, looking at Vaughn.
"Are you sure? Last time I went on this kind of mission I nearly drowned." He told her, leaning forward.
"I know, but this is San Juan," Vaughn lowered his head, "I Know I can't do this mission without you." Vaughn thought about it for a moment, biting his lips. He was risking his life again, risking his life for his country. A small smile grew on his face, risking his life for Sydney, "Okay, I'm in."
- - - - Amanda and Will Arrive at San Juan - - - - -
Will slowly opened his eyes, he felt like he was hit over the head with a baseball bat. He tried to pull his arms from behind them but couldn't, he had handcuffs on. He groaned, he remember this situation. He prayed that the evil dentist guy was nowhere in site. Will heard a door open and he lifted his head.
"Mr. Tippin, you just don't know how to stay out of trouble do you?" Sark laughed lightly has a walked into the poorly lightened room.
"You got the Circumference, you don't need me." He told him, looking up at Sark. He wasn't beaten this time, he seemed perfectly fine minus the large bump on the back of his head from falling. Why didn't he stop her from shooting, he didn't know.
"Your right, we don't need you. I mean, you should be dead right now. But your not." Sark said, a smile curled at his lip, "I found, in the deepest pit of my heart, a reason why we should keep you alive. We're going to use you."
"Why would you use me? I'm nothing to the CIA, I'm in training for crying out loud."
"Your correct, your nothing to the CIA. But you are something to Miss Bristow," Sark said, slowly walking around Will's chair, "She would give anything to save your life, we have no doubt about that. She possibly give more Rimbaldi secrets our agent Amanda was unable to reach."
"Your sick son-of-a-bitch," Will yelled at him.
"Well, I'm not the one handcuffed to a chair for the second time," Sark told him as he began to walk towards the door. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Will, "Get a good night's rest Mr. Tippin. You'll be having a busy day tomorrow." He said and shut off the light. Complete darkness filled the room.
- - - - Outside of the room - - - - -
After Sark closed the door, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Sydney's number. Back in Los Angeles, Sydney was gathering her things together. Her cell phone sat on a near by table when it began to ring. Sydney sighed in frustration and picked up the phone, "Hello."
"Miss Bristow, so nice to speak with you again." He said as he walked down the hallway to the Limousine that waited for him outside.
"Where is Will?" she said, recognizing the voice.
"Mr. Tippin is fine, as long as you follow my direction carefully and precisely," Sydney sighed at this.
"What do you want now, don't you have everything you want?
"No I don't, there was one file we could not reach in the CIA files. We want that file; bring it with you to San Juan. If you choose not to follow this direction, Will dies. Do I make myself clear?" Sark asked as he nodded to reach of the guards that stood by the door. Sydney felt tears rush to her eyes, but she choked them back
"Yes, we do,"
"Good, see you in San Juan on Saturday. You know where." He said as he hung up the phone and stepped into the limousine. Sydney clicked off the phone and stood there, thinking of what to do. She turned the phone back on and dialed Vaughn's number. After a few rings he answered.
"Hello?" he asked, Vaughn was also in the process of packing. He was heading out on a flight after Sydney.
"Sark called me,"
"What? What'd he want?" Vaughn asked, he sat down on his bed next to his suitcase.
"He wants this file that was unreachable in the CIA system. Do you know what he's talking about?" Vaughn searched through his head, thinking of all the files for Rambaldi. Then one popped in his eyes.
"Yes, Devlin locked it underneath a password that changes every 2 hours. I know what to do, just continue getting ready. Don't worry, okay?"
"Okay."
"Do you remember our plan?"
"Every detail. I'll see you then," she said and hung up the phone. She suddenly got a feeling, like everything would be okay but only if Vaughn said it was. She believed him, she trusted him. He was one of the few she did trust. She continued to pack; she already knew that this Mission was going to be difficult and complicated.
*Like Always, PLEASE REVIEW!! Also who caught the Today show and The View? I did, and may I saw Mr. Vartan was looking his adorable self as usual *sigh * he is just too cute for words :o) *