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Vaughn glanced around the bedroom. He searched for something, anything that might help them. His eyes landed on a hairbrush that was on Sydney's bedside table. He briefly noted that the frame he had given her was there as well, but thoughts like that would just slow him down. He pushed any thoughts of the frame being by Sydney's bedside from his mind. Thoughts like that would only slow him down.
Vaughn scooped up the hairbrush and waited as the door opened more. As the door dragged across the floor, Vaughn prepared to throw the hairbrush. It would be a diversion. Hopefully, the hairbrush would hit the person on the other side, giving him and Sydney enough time to get out the window and hope that there weren't more agents waiting for them.
The door suddenly flew open, as if the agent had just now realized that there was someone in there. Vaughn threw the hairbrush and prayed that his plan would work. He knew that it never would, but this was their only chance.
Vaughn watched the hairbrush as it soured towards its target. But, before it even got halfway there he heard a gunshot and Sydney scream. He took his eyes off the hairbrush and stared at Sydney. Sydney was lying on the ground shaking. If he hadn't known better he would have said she'd been shot. But, lying next to her hands was a smoking gun.
The agent was lying outside the doorway, a bullet hole between his eyes and the hairbrush on top of him. In other circumstances Vaughn would have laughed. How useless and stupid that hairbrush seemed now, when just moments before it could have saved both of their lives.
Vaughn directed his attention to the bullet hole. Obviously, Sydney's mind had forgotten how to aim, but her hands hadn't. The bullet had gone straight through the agent's head and into the wall behind him. Vaughn had to look away. As he did, he noticed that Sydney was leaning up against her bed.
He crawled over to her, suddenly too tired and exhausted to get up. He knew that an extraction team would come for the agent, but it was all he could do to get to Sydney.
She was still shaking and silently crying. Vaughn hesitated for a second, then put his hand on her shoulder. "Shhh," he said. "Sydney, you did what you had to do. It's ok."
She pushed his hand away and buried her face in her arms. "Vaughn, that's no excuse. I killed a man. I could go to jail. You could go to jail for just being here. Though, from what you've said I've killed before. But, it doesn't help when I can't remember. It shouldn't help at all." She started sobbing. "Vaughn, I killed a man."
Vaughn was afraid. For the millionth time, when it concerned Sydney, he didn't know what to do. But, he did the only thing that he could do. He hugged her. It didn't last long, though. A car had pulled up outside. Sydney's head shot up and she looked at Vaughn. He nodded. This was far from over.
Vaughn slowly stood up and grabbed Sydney's hand. He pointed towards the window and Sydney ran to open it. Vaughn stayed for a second to grab the gun and check the clip. There were two bullets left.
He turned to whisper for Sydney, but he heard the front door burst open. He ran up to Sydney and pushed her out the window. He was about to follow when he saw Sydney's cell phone. He grabbed it and scrambled out the window, just as an agent came through the bedroom door. Vaughn grabbed Sydney's hand and started running.
He heard gunshots as they ran into the early dawn light. He didn't know where they would go or what they would do. All that he knew was they had to stay clear of SD-6 and somehow get Sydney's spying skills back, if she was ever to survive.
Vaughn took one last look behind him and saw the agents setting fire to Sydney's house. He didn't let he know. He just kept running. It would be a painful enough road as it was, without Sydney seeing her own house burn up.
Vaughn glanced around the bedroom. He searched for something, anything that might help them. His eyes landed on a hairbrush that was on Sydney's bedside table. He briefly noted that the frame he had given her was there as well, but thoughts like that would just slow him down. He pushed any thoughts of the frame being by Sydney's bedside from his mind. Thoughts like that would only slow him down.
Vaughn scooped up the hairbrush and waited as the door opened more. As the door dragged across the floor, Vaughn prepared to throw the hairbrush. It would be a diversion. Hopefully, the hairbrush would hit the person on the other side, giving him and Sydney enough time to get out the window and hope that there weren't more agents waiting for them.
The door suddenly flew open, as if the agent had just now realized that there was someone in there. Vaughn threw the hairbrush and prayed that his plan would work. He knew that it never would, but this was their only chance.
Vaughn watched the hairbrush as it soured towards its target. But, before it even got halfway there he heard a gunshot and Sydney scream. He took his eyes off the hairbrush and stared at Sydney. Sydney was lying on the ground shaking. If he hadn't known better he would have said she'd been shot. But, lying next to her hands was a smoking gun.
The agent was lying outside the doorway, a bullet hole between his eyes and the hairbrush on top of him. In other circumstances Vaughn would have laughed. How useless and stupid that hairbrush seemed now, when just moments before it could have saved both of their lives.
Vaughn directed his attention to the bullet hole. Obviously, Sydney's mind had forgotten how to aim, but her hands hadn't. The bullet had gone straight through the agent's head and into the wall behind him. Vaughn had to look away. As he did, he noticed that Sydney was leaning up against her bed.
He crawled over to her, suddenly too tired and exhausted to get up. He knew that an extraction team would come for the agent, but it was all he could do to get to Sydney.
She was still shaking and silently crying. Vaughn hesitated for a second, then put his hand on her shoulder. "Shhh," he said. "Sydney, you did what you had to do. It's ok."
She pushed his hand away and buried her face in her arms. "Vaughn, that's no excuse. I killed a man. I could go to jail. You could go to jail for just being here. Though, from what you've said I've killed before. But, it doesn't help when I can't remember. It shouldn't help at all." She started sobbing. "Vaughn, I killed a man."
Vaughn was afraid. For the millionth time, when it concerned Sydney, he didn't know what to do. But, he did the only thing that he could do. He hugged her. It didn't last long, though. A car had pulled up outside. Sydney's head shot up and she looked at Vaughn. He nodded. This was far from over.
Vaughn slowly stood up and grabbed Sydney's hand. He pointed towards the window and Sydney ran to open it. Vaughn stayed for a second to grab the gun and check the clip. There were two bullets left.
He turned to whisper for Sydney, but he heard the front door burst open. He ran up to Sydney and pushed her out the window. He was about to follow when he saw Sydney's cell phone. He grabbed it and scrambled out the window, just as an agent came through the bedroom door. Vaughn grabbed Sydney's hand and started running.
He heard gunshots as they ran into the early dawn light. He didn't know where they would go or what they would do. All that he knew was they had to stay clear of SD-6 and somehow get Sydney's spying skills back, if she was ever to survive.
Vaughn took one last look behind him and saw the agents setting fire to Sydney's house. He didn't let he know. He just kept running. It would be a painful enough road as it was, without Sydney seeing her own house burn up.