School has kept me so busy, so I haven't had time to write much. Sorry. But any ways, here's the next chapter. Thank god for weekends.
"You sent Sydney on that suicide mission!" Jack spat at Slone. Even though Jack knew the plans for the mission Sydney was on, if all went according to plan, he was somewhere on the list to go on the same mission, he still didn't like the idea that Sydney was being sent so early on.
"She'll come back safe and sound Jack. You know her. She and Dixon are our two best agents." Slone said. He glared at Jack.
"There are half a dozen other agents just as capable. True, they're not the best, but they can place that pen just as easily, and they are more expendable."
"What's done is done. She'll be back tomorrow Jack, just you see." Jack gave one last threatening glare at Slone and stormed out of his office.
Slone turned back to his computer, hoping what he just told Jack was what he really truly believed in his heart. Already he had sent ten agents on this mission, and now two more to make twelve. Marshall had made five, now six pens. No one had made it back. No pen had made it back. Slone was starting to get worried. It was hard to recruit that many new agents. "They will make it back." Slone reassured himself.
Sydney and Dixon cautiously approached the house. "Looks normal." Dixon said, as he drove the van across the street. "I don't see any snipers yet. You'll want to be careful once you're in the house." Dixon instructed. Sydney nodded.
"Wish me luck." Sydney said, jumping out of the van.
"Good luck." Dixon said.
Silently, Sydney slipped into the house. Sydney looked around the house for her captors, but saw none. "Dixon, I see no one." She said into her ear piece. Only a silent static answered. "Dixon?" She tried again, but the silence only answered.
"We already have him." A voice said from behind her.
Sydney spun around. "Vaughn. Did you hurt him in the process?" She asked.
"No, but why would it matter?"
"You can't hurt him, or I will be mad." Sydney teased, leaning close to Vaughn.
"Ok." Vaughn tenderly kissed her. "Are you ready for three weeks of grueling pain, in a small room?" He asked her.
"Yeah." She said. Vaughn took her hand, gave a comforting smile and started to lead her to the door. Sydney took one last look at the room. "Wait! We have to make it look like a fight happened here." She quickly protested. "Do you have any ideas on how we could do that without actually fighting?" She asked.
"Yeah, we could have wild sex on the floor." He joked. Sydney punched him in the arm.
"I mean it. Really, what do you think?"
"Ok, seriously, we should throw things around, bust the pen open so that there's ink on it, and then take the bug part away." Vaughn said, he picked up a mug, and dropped it.
"Ok, and a couple of pans, I like to use pans when I fight for some reason." She said, looking through the cupboards, and randomly threw things on the floor.
"Bullets?" Vaughn asked. Careful not to hit each other, Sydney and Vaughn began shooting at things.
"I think that's good." Sydney said, looking around, surveying the damage. "And now to beat me up." She said.
Vaughn starred at her. "I don't know."
"Do you remember what you promised me at dinner?" Sydney asked. "You promised that you wouldn't be a pansy, and would beat me up if you had to. Now I can't punch myself in the face." Sydney said.
Vaughn winced, and then punched Sydney hard in the face. Sydney fell to the floor. He quickly scrambled down to help her up. "Thanks," She said. Sydney pulled Vaughn in for a long passionate kiss. "Come on, now we're ready to go." He pulled her up, and put a blindfold on her. He then forcefully led her out to a white van, where he pushed her into it. He then took off the blindfold, and sat near the driver.
"Dixon!" Sydney said. Dixon had obviously been captured minutes earlier, and had been placed across from her.
"Silence!" Vaughn shouted.
"I'm making sure my partner is ok!" Sydney spat.
"I'm fine. I heard guns, were you hit." Dixon replied
"No."
"Quiet or I will shoot him." Vaughn said, the gun placed against Dixon's head.
Sydney and Dixon leaned back, getting Vaughn's message. Sydney had to stare at the wall. Every time she looked over at Vaughn, she just wanted to go over there and kiss him. They couldn't see which way they turned, but they drove for almost 2 hours, in complete silence. Vaughn couldn't stand it any longer. He called to the driver through the metal wall. "Hey, turn on the radio."
"How 'bout a cd instead?" The driver asked. Sydney recognized the voice as Weiss'.
"Whatever." Vaughn said. With the music going, Sydney had even more of an urge to go kiss Vaughn. She scooted closer to the back door. "Hey!" Vaughn shouted, quickly going over to her side. "Get over there." He ordered. With his back turned to Dixon, he gave a weak smile and a reassuring wink. It took all of Sydney's effort not to kiss Vaughn, but it took even more, not to crack a smile. With a straight defensive face, Sydney scooted back to her seat. There were two taps from the Weiss, and Vaughn promptly crawled over and put a blindfold over Dixon's eyes. He then took another one out of his pockets. After another wink, he covered Sydney's eyes, and gave her hand a comforting squeeze. When the van stopped, Sydney and Dixon were jerked around. She felt herself being guided up some stairs. She could hear only two pairs of feet going up, and two others appeared to be walking away from her.
"Where are you taking him?" She demanded.
"None of your concern yet." Weiss said. He led her into a room, and undid the blindfold.
"You didn't tell me that you were on this mission too." She said, as she sat down.
"It wasn't necessary."
"Ok."
"The CIA needs you to fill out this paper work." Weiss said, pulling paper and pens from a bag in the corner.
"How many are there?"
"A few."
"A few for the CIA, or a few for a human being?"
"A few for the CIA."
"Ok, but before I start, what exactly is going to happen?"
"It's pretty simple. When this is done, we'll take you down with the other agents to a room, about the size of a gym. There are about thirty agents down there, so you guys will be dangerously out numbered. Everyone is in a uniform. That includes you. And sadly, you guys won't be able to bathe, or change for three weeks. Thank goodness that we ventilated the room well. And once a week for an hour we will take each person out for some interrogating. You on the other hand will get some good food and a break from that room. Pretty simple. We'll give you guys some cards to pass the time, but pretty much, you're on your own for entertainment." Weiss explained.
"Sounds like it will be a good three weeks. When do I call Francie?" She asked.
"We'll get you tonight." Weiss said. Sydney picked up the pen, and began to read over and fill out the papers that the CIA had given her to fill out.