*
"Do you ever go home?" Sydney snaps at Kendall, "It's two days before
Christmas! Don't you have family or a home that you be visiting?"
"Agent Bristow, I don't want to be here anymore than you do."
"Then why are we? Couldn't this have waited?"
"No." Kendall begins to brief her about her mission; very typical. Rambaldi
Artifact. Bad Guys. Steal it Back. Come Home. "I tried to contact Agent
Vaughn, but he was boarding a plane."
Sydney angrily replies, "Do not ruin Vaughn's Christmas too! He's going
home, don't contact him."
"It's too late."
"I'll call and tell him to ignore your orders; this is simple. I don't need a
partner."
Kendall hesitates, "Fine. The Vault..."
"I'll go talk to my mother then."
"Good, that was the plan."
"If there's nothing else, I'd like to start immediately, I want to be home
for Christmas." Sydney says shortly.
*
"Vaughn."
"Hey, it's me."
Sydney could sense him smiling, "Hey."
"I heard Kendall called you, wanted you to work."
"Yah, about that…"
"I know you worry, but I talked to Kendall and you don't have to come back."
"I know, your father called me."
"What?"
"You're father called me about fifteen minutes ago, giving me this exact same spiel."
Sydney has to laugh a little, "Seriously."
"Yah."
"That's good. I didn't want to ruin your holiday."
"You wouldn't have."
She smiles, "Well, I'm still glad you don't have to come back."
"Why? Trying to get rid of me?"
"No."
"Yes, I see now." Vaughn jests, "This is just some scheme to jet off with someone else."
Playing along, "No, honestly, well, maybe. The plane does leave in an hour."
They both chuckle.
"Syd," He voice trails off, yet she knows what he was going to say. He probably
stops incase the phone call is been moderated.
"Merry Christmas, Vaughn."
"You too, Syd."
"Vaughn…"
"Yes."
"Me too."
There's a pause, "See you in a few days."
"Bye."
*
"I need to know how to get into Mr. Justin Rossingnoi's vault." Sydney asks her mother.
Irina puts down her book, "Attempting to steal the Self-Portrait?"
"Yes."
Irina promptly complies, "Justin Rossingnoi's vault is protected by two barriers.
You need his fingerprints and his voice activated password, Magical Mystery Tour."
"Magical Mystery Tour?" Sydney half laughs.
"He's a big Lennon fan."
Smiling, "I was always partial to Ringo."
"Ringo," Irina softly repeats.
"Okay, so I'll talk his glass and strike up a conversation about The Beatles.
Anything else I should know?"
"Yes, I have two personal requests."
Sydney nods and Irina continues, "I have something for you. Rossingnoi was a
very personal contact of mine. Inside his vault will be a package with your
name on it. Be sure to take it with you."
Sydney doesn't know what to say, she numbly nods in affirmation, "I'll do that.
Thank you."
"When I surrendered, I was wearing a single pearl necklace. It holds the utmost
sentimental value to me. I want it back."
"I'm positive it can be arranged." Sydney gets ready to leave, however before
she does she adds in, "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." Sydney is at the gate, when Irina ask, "You don't remember
him, do you?"
She raises her eyebrow, "Who?"
"Michael."
Sydney begins to speak, wanting to know where her mother is going with this
and since when Vaughn and she were on a first name base. Before she says
a word, she stops herself. Maybe it is wanting to get the mission over with,
or wanting to go home, or just not wanting to sink to her mother's level, that
compels Sydney not bite. "Of course I do."
Irina watches Sydney leaves, fully knowing Sydney is lying.
*
"Do you ever go home?" Sydney snaps at Kendall, "It's two days before
Christmas! Don't you have family or a home that you be visiting?"
"Agent Bristow, I don't want to be here anymore than you do."
"Then why are we? Couldn't this have waited?"
"No." Kendall begins to brief her about her mission; very typical. Rambaldi
Artifact. Bad Guys. Steal it Back. Come Home. "I tried to contact Agent
Vaughn, but he was boarding a plane."
Sydney angrily replies, "Do not ruin Vaughn's Christmas too! He's going
home, don't contact him."
"It's too late."
"I'll call and tell him to ignore your orders; this is simple. I don't need a
partner."
Kendall hesitates, "Fine. The Vault..."
"I'll go talk to my mother then."
"Good, that was the plan."
"If there's nothing else, I'd like to start immediately, I want to be home
for Christmas." Sydney says shortly.
*
"Vaughn."
"Hey, it's me."
Sydney could sense him smiling, "Hey."
"I heard Kendall called you, wanted you to work."
"Yah, about that…"
"I know you worry, but I talked to Kendall and you don't have to come back."
"I know, your father called me."
"What?"
"You're father called me about fifteen minutes ago, giving me this exact same spiel."
Sydney has to laugh a little, "Seriously."
"Yah."
"That's good. I didn't want to ruin your holiday."
"You wouldn't have."
She smiles, "Well, I'm still glad you don't have to come back."
"Why? Trying to get rid of me?"
"No."
"Yes, I see now." Vaughn jests, "This is just some scheme to jet off with someone else."
Playing along, "No, honestly, well, maybe. The plane does leave in an hour."
They both chuckle.
"Syd," He voice trails off, yet she knows what he was going to say. He probably
stops incase the phone call is been moderated.
"Merry Christmas, Vaughn."
"You too, Syd."
"Vaughn…"
"Yes."
"Me too."
There's a pause, "See you in a few days."
"Bye."
*
"I need to know how to get into Mr. Justin Rossingnoi's vault." Sydney asks her mother.
Irina puts down her book, "Attempting to steal the Self-Portrait?"
"Yes."
Irina promptly complies, "Justin Rossingnoi's vault is protected by two barriers.
You need his fingerprints and his voice activated password, Magical Mystery Tour."
"Magical Mystery Tour?" Sydney half laughs.
"He's a big Lennon fan."
Smiling, "I was always partial to Ringo."
"Ringo," Irina softly repeats.
"Okay, so I'll talk his glass and strike up a conversation about The Beatles.
Anything else I should know?"
"Yes, I have two personal requests."
Sydney nods and Irina continues, "I have something for you. Rossingnoi was a
very personal contact of mine. Inside his vault will be a package with your
name on it. Be sure to take it with you."
Sydney doesn't know what to say, she numbly nods in affirmation, "I'll do that.
Thank you."
"When I surrendered, I was wearing a single pearl necklace. It holds the utmost
sentimental value to me. I want it back."
"I'm positive it can be arranged." Sydney gets ready to leave, however before
she does she adds in, "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." Sydney is at the gate, when Irina ask, "You don't remember
him, do you?"
She raises her eyebrow, "Who?"
"Michael."
Sydney begins to speak, wanting to know where her mother is going with this
and since when Vaughn and she were on a first name base. Before she says
a word, she stops herself. Maybe it is wanting to get the mission over with,
or wanting to go home, or just not wanting to sink to her mother's level, that
compels Sydney not bite. "Of course I do."
Irina watches Sydney leaves, fully knowing Sydney is lying.
*