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Sydney picked up the uniform with the up most disgust. It was an ugly yellow color. "They couldn't have picked something with a little more taste?" She asked Weiss.
"No. They needed something that would stand out. Women get yellow, the men get orange."
"Separate colors? Why? What's the need for that?"
"Never mind. Just change." Weiss said. He shut the door behind him, leaving Sydney to change into the ugly yellow jump suit.
"Grey would have been better." She said, stepping out of the room. Weiss took her blindfold out of his pocket. "That too?" She asked.
"We can't have the others know their way around the building. And you need to look average." He covered her eyes. With his gun to direct her, he led her down the hallways.
"Is that loaded?" She asked.
"No. Once we're in the room, I will get a loaded gun, now silence." Frustrated at the prospect of spending the next three weeks in a high school gym sized room, Sydney just needed to babble before her babbling would get her co-workers shot. Weiss led them into a room that looked like a school gym. He promptly took off the blindfold, and stood by the one and only door. Sydney took in her surroundings. There was nothing on the walls. No windows and only a door that was big enough for one person to fit through. There were ten agents scattered on the floor. Most of them looked dazed, sitting against the wall. They weren't ordered to stay quiet, but there wasn't anything to say. Dixon sat with two of the agents. They quietly whispered what had happened, and their current situation. "We'll come get you when its time." Weiss sneered. Around them there were no agents near, so they didn't have to worry about someone over hearing them, but his facial expressions had to be cruel.
Sydney nodded, and went to sit with Dixon. She was shocked to learn that three of the agents had been there for at least a month. After three days, it was hard to tell how long they had been there. With no natural light, days and nights soon just ran together. Sydney leaned against the wall. "What did they want to know?" Dixon asked.
"Just my name."
"You were in there almost an hour after me."
"I wasn't cooperating."
"What broke you?" One of the younger agents asked.
"They threatened my friends. If all they wanted was my name, then they can have my alias." She said.
"So they don't know who you really are?" The young agent asked.
"No. But I have a feeling that they know." Sydney leaned her head against the wall, and shut her eyes. She felt herself falling asleep, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Kate." Dixon said, using Sydney's alias of Kate Jones.
"Yeah?" That guard has been calling you." He said. Sydney opened her eyes. She couldn't believe that she was so out of it, that she didn't even realize that one of the guards was calling her. Sydney looked over at the guard. IT wasn't an agent she knew.
"Jones! Get over here!" The guard ordered. Sydney quickly scrambled up, and jogged over to the guard. "Go with him." He ordered, indicating Vaughn standing there with a gun. Sydney was surprised that she hadn't seen Vaughn there earlier. He looked so strange standing there with the heavy machine gun, with a straight face. It wasn't the Vaughn she knew. The Vaughn she knew always wore a smile, no matter the situation, and the gun looked out of place. Forcefully, the guard put the blindfold over Sydney's eyes. She then could feel the pressure of Vaughn's hand pushing her in the direction they needed to go. Once around two corners, he stopped her, and pulled the blindfold off.
"Thanks." She said. Vaughn pulled her into a kiss.
"I have wanted to do that all day." He said.
"Me too." Vaughn took her hand, they continued walking.
"This is going to be harder than we though huh?" Sydney smiled at Vaughn's feeble attempts at conversation.
"I think we'll manage." She stopped, to give him a quick kiss.
Vaughn led her into a small room, with a phone in it. "When I give you the signal, you have exactly three minutes to tell Francie that you can't get home for three weeks."
"Does that include dialing?"
"Sorry?"
"What if she's not there?"
"I don't know. Sydney, she's your friend. What would you do?" Vaughn snapped.
"Sorry." Sydney quickly apologized. Vaughn's radio crackled, and he nodded at Sydney.
"Go."
Sydney picked up the phone and quickly dialed the number to the house. She crossed her fingers, and held her breath that Francie was home. She let go of her breath when she heard the phone pick up.
"Hello?" Francie said.
"Hey Francie, it's me."
"Hey Syd. Get this, the repair shop called about your car."
"What did they say?"
"Totaled." Sydney groaned. "But don't worry, Will has talked to both your insurance company and his. You are completely covered. I even saw this really cute car, which was pretty cheep for sale."
"Could you check it out for me?"
"Why cant you tomorrow? Speaking of which, I was planning on picking you up from the airport, what time is your flight?"
"That is why I was calling. This trip is longer than I thought. I'm going to be stuck here for at least another three weeks."
"THREE WEEKS!" Francie yelled.
"Yeah. And," Sydney started Vaughn deepened his voice.
"Sydney, lets go." He said.
"Francie, I got to go."
"Yeah ok."
"Luv ya."
"Bye." Sydney sighed as she hung up the phone. "I hate lying."
"I know. Three more weeks, and then you can tell them everything."
"Three weeks in that little room."
"It's not that bad."
"Three weeks without person hygiene."
"Ok, so that's where you are allowed to complain."
"You should too. That room will smell."
"It already does. Ok, next time we go through with this plan; I'll mention it to Devlin that we should allow you guys to take showers and stuff."
"Next time I won't be involved." Sydney said, she and Vaughn began to walk back to the room.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"As soon as SD-6 is gone, I going drop out of intelligence."
"Why? You're really good at it."
"I can't stand lying to my friends."
"Well, for now, I'm the one person you don't have to lie to for now." Vaughn said, as he pulled her in for a hug. They stopped at the corner where Vaughn had first taken off the blindfold. He pulled the blindfold out of his pocket again. "Time for this again."
"Hold on a second. Can I go to the bathroom first?" Sydney asked. Vaughn shrugged his shoulders. "Ok, I saw one just around the corner, I'll be right back." Sydney quickly ran around the corner. Vaughn still stood there waiting for her. He held up the blindfold, and Sydney turned around.
"Hey, on your break tomorrow, we should watch a movie." Vaughn said.
"I'm allowed out of here?"
"No but on by break I can go rent one. There is a break room. Plus, each of us has our own little room somewhere here. You can't tell, but this is a really big warehouse."
"Sounds good." Sydney answered. Vaughn tied the blindfold tight, and picked up his gun. "Let's go." He harshly ordered. When they returned to the room, Sydney scrunched up her nose, and sat down next to Dixon, and a younger agent, Jessica Killjoy.
"We're trying to come up with ways out of here. There are only three guards." The younger agent said.
"Jessica, it won't work. There is only three guards there, but when I was coming back here, I heard at least three other voices at one of the corners, guarding it. My guess is those aren't the only ones." Sydney said, quickly crushing the young agent's dreams of getting freed. Sydney hated doing it. Jessica looked as though she had been on the first team. They had been in that cramped room for over a month.
"You're the infamous Sydney Bristow; you have gotten yourself out of every situation."
"Power in numbers." Dixon added.
"It won't work. In all those other situations I've had something I could use to hit them with. If I could knock the gun out of their hands, then I would have something, but then they would shoot me."
"Power in numbers." Dixon repeated.
"They have numbers too, and weapons." Sydney saw the young agent's face fall. "Listen, I'm not saying give up all hope. I'm saying you got to let me think."
Two female agents, around Jessica's age came up to the trio. "Hey Jess, look changing of the guards." They quietly whispered. The three looked over to the door, and began giggling like school girls. Sydney, out of curiosity looked over as well. Instead of Weiss standing at the door, Vaughn now was.
"What is so funny?" Sydney asked.
"Nothing. We've just been here so long, that seeing a fresh face, and one that cute makes us act like high schoolers again." Jessica said. Sydney took a look at Vaughn again, and had to work really hard not to run over there and kiss him.
"He does have those eyes."
"Are you girls going to talk about this for much longer?" Dixon asked.
"See as we have nothing else to talk about, probably." Jess answered.
"Hey Nancy, you're a girl that can tell a guy's type by looking at him. What do you think his type is like?" The third agent asked. Her name was Alex Phip.
"With looks like that, probably a ditsy blonde." Nancy Wodsman answered, "Or a girl with a major attitude problem. Which is really a shame."
"I don't think so. To me he looks like someone who would go for an intelligent brunette." Sydney said.
"Kinda like you?" Jess teased.
Sydney smiled. If only you knew. She thought inwardly. "I guess dating a guy that hot would be nice." She said. They don't know that I am dating him.
"Amen to that." Alex agreed. A box was thrown into the room, and several of the agents who had been there a while quickly scrambled to pull the box to the end of the room where the other agents were.
"What's in there?" Sydney asked.
"Something they call food." Bags of food were flying through the air, as each agent caught one. Sydney opened her bag, and found a bag of old chips, and a small ham sandwich.
"Twice a day, we get this crap. Stale bread with some sort of lunch meat, and a bag of chips from who knows when. My favorite meal of the day is breakfast. The toss out dry cereal." Nancy said, looking at her sandwich. "Eat quickly. They pick up everything in ten minutes."
Sydney looked at her pitiful food, and took a bite. The sandwich had nothing but ham on it. She sighed, but out of hunger ate the entire thing. "I can't wait until my break tomorrow." She very quietly whispered to herself, after everything had been picked up.
"What was that?" Alex asked.
"Nothing." Sydney quickly recovered.
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