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A/N: Hey guys. I'm really sorry this took so long. I had a major case of writer's block with this one. Lol.

Thank yous: Thanx so much to Yana for letting me base a character on her when I know she didn't want me to and Shannon (Aliasangel) for reading and correcting this story so I wouldn't look stupid. Lol. Everyone read her stuff, it's good! :-) Thanks!! Also, to everyone who's been reviewing. This is my first Alias fic and it's really great to know that people are enjoying it. :-)

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Chapter Five

          We met around five the afternoon, a little park just off of 47th street. We sat down on a bench swing.

            "Alright, tonight at 12:30. Not many people will be out then. We meet up at the front of the library. It's boarded and locked up. It appears abandoned to everyone here, but we know what's really inside. We do, but the police don't so we're going to have to be careful sneaking in."

"Not a problem," I sighed.

"You okay?" Vaughn asked me.

"Yeah. I just keep wondering about Anya. It just seems so weird…" I trailed off.

Vaughn shrugged. "She looks like me, and we liked talking. Not too weird."

"I know, but there was something else. The first time I met her, right before I left she gave me her phone number. She said just in case I wanted to talk about work or something…. Anyway, I called her because I thought I left my purse at the site, and we ended up just talking about a lot. She really is cool to talk to." I paused.

Vaughn raised his eyebrows. "And this is weird?"

"No, let me finish. We talked about tons of things, right down to our birthdays. She was born in 1968, just like you-"

"A lot of people were," Vaughn cut in.

"You have an interrupting problem today, don't you? Not only is her birthday in 1968, but it's in November. It's November 27, 1968, to be exact."

Vaughn eyed me suspiciously. "She…she has my birthday?"

I nodded.

"It has to just be a coincidence. No big deal, right?"

"Right. It was just kind of on my mind, you know? No big deal. I'll see you tonight."

Vaughn and I got up from the swing and exchanged a smile before strolling off our separate ways to our hotels. As we stood, our hands brushed on another's, sending a pleasant jolt through my system.

"Bye," Vaughn said.

"See you," I replied.

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12:15 A.M. ~THE LIBRARY

"Okay, how do we sneak into this place?" I whispered. The night was dark and there were no stars to be seen and no moon to cast a glow on the earth, but the streetlights still showed the hint of two people standing side by side in front of the building.

"We'll go in through the back entrance. There's less of a chance that someone will be watching from back there. Pull the boards, that'll be easy. Then we sneak in and prepare for any guards who could be waiting for us."

I nodded and we silently crept alongside the wall, keeping our backs pressed to the bricks and crouching to shrink the dark shadows of our figures that slunk along the pavement.

As Vaughn had said, breaking into the building was the least of our problems. We removed the boards and picked the lock with ease. Upon entering, the first thing we saw was a man standing there, as though waiting for us. He wore a gray suit, an awful black toupee, and an evil smirk on his bearded face.

"Bristow. We've been expecting you. Too bad you'll never destroy the second Circumference." He had a voice that froze by blood.

He pulled out a gun and reached out to attack Vaughn and me. He pulled my arm and pointed the gun at my temple. But we reacted quickly. Vaughn grabbed his arm and twisted it around his back, grabbing the gun out of his hand as I threw him a kick in his devilish face. Vaughn threw the gun across the room and pushed him down to the floor. I gave him a few more punches to knock him unconscious, then one more kick in the stomach just to be sure.

"Nice work," he complimented me as we stepped over the limp body.

"You too," I smiled at him. "Thanks. You saved me once again."

He shrugged. "What are guardian angels for?"

For a second, we kept eye contact, then remembered our mission and continued through the library.

It seemed like something out of a horror movie. The Haunting or House on Haunted Hill. Maybe Scream. I was half expecting a black caped mystery man to jump out from behind a shadowed book shelf. But then, I don't know much about Scream. I knew that the girl's name was Sidney, spelled differently than me. But I only saw the third one in the trilogy. For some reason, I always had a soft spot for that guy Roman, who ends up dying or being the killer or… I don't even remember now. But I thought he was cool.

"Syd? Sydney?" Vaughn was whispering to me. I couldn't believe I'd been so lost in my train of thought.

I shook my head, taking my gaze off the cobwebbed shelf, the torn out, cracked page of a book being the only remnant that anything was ever stored here. "Sorry. Spaced out there for a second."

"I think I found something," Vaughn answered softly, pointing to a shelf that was slightly eschewed. We pulled it out further and sure enough, found a considerably large room behind it.

"Wow," I whispered upon looking around.

Vaughn nodded in agreement.

I searched the room for the huge, rotating orb but saw nothing. I felt something cold hit my ankle and looked down. I realized we were standing in a puddle of half inch high water.

In fact, the entire room was soaked. I didn't question why, for I found my answer a moment later. There was the large pole in front of which the Circumference should have been.

The enemy man's words from 15 minutes ago rang out like an alarm in my mind. "…you'll never destroy the second Circumference."

He had been right. He had been all too right. We wouldn't destroy the second Circumference, because it had been destroyed already. 

A/N: like the chap? Lol that whole scream 3 reference had nothing to do with anything except that I thought it was the perfect time to make an offhand joke about JG and Scott Foley. (Scott Foley was Roman in Scream 3, by the way.) lol. Please review!