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This plane ride was definitely not going on my top ten favorites list. First of all, my seat couldn't recline and my tray table couldn't pull out. Needless to say, I didn't start in the best mood. The highlight of the flight was the screaming baby two seats behind us and the man across the aisle that snored really loudly. I normally can sleep pretty well on planes, but this time it was not going so well. I might actually need to take Vaughn up on that offer on a vacation. It certainly would be pleasant right now. We were almost there and I was getting this weird flip-flop feeling in my stomach. This made me quite nervous.
"Hey, you okay?" Dixon asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine, didn't get much sleep though," I tell him through my teeth. I don't want to say anything because the only other time I've had that flip-flop feeling is when bad things have happened. Like when Dixon was shot and when my Dad and I were captured by Hassan in Cuba last year. Oh well, I had to shrug it off. Nothing bad was going to happen on this mission. It seemed easy enough, right?
We got to the hotel where we got our supplies ready. We were planning on going later that night, so we had three hours to spare, so I grabbed a bite to eat and laid down for a quick nap.
::KNOCK KNOCK::
I was startled. What time was it? Oh crap! I have to go soon. Oh, who keeps knocking that door? Probably Dixon. So I decided to head over to the door and answer. I peeked through and indeed it was Dixon, so I opened the door.
"Hey," I say in between yaws.
"Hey, you okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, I just got some sleep. Let me just get changed and then I'll meet you in the lobby and we can go, okay?"
"Sure thing."
We got to our location where we were to set up. I got my lovely black attire on, complete with matching black wig. I was ready to go and we had everything in place. Still. I was not to sure about this.
"You ready to go Syd," Dixon asks me.
"You bet, I'll see you at the extraction point, okay?"
"Good luck and be careful, as usual," Dixon says, mildly reassuring me as usual. He can be so sweet, but only if he knew the truth about who he was working for.
I headed down to the area that Vaughn said that the secret door would be at. It didn't seem like anyone was in the area. Looked okay so far.
"Alright Dixon, I'm going radio silent for the entrance," I tell him. I told him my dad had said there was a radio locator and that any radio transmissions would have been detected and we would have been found. He easily believed it, as usual.
"Good luck Syd," he said.
I bent down to open the handle that I had found when all of a sudden I heard the not so familiar noise of a gun being pointed at my head and felt it too.
"Let me guess," I say. "How do you do, once again, Sark?"
"Now how did you know it was me?" he remarks in that ever so lovely accent that I'd rather puke on.
"Hm, I just figured you wouldn't like to break tradition you know. The fact you try to sabotage every one of my missions, that's all," I tell him
"Indeed, I do happen to like to do that, don't I?" he says.
At this point it occurs to me that Vaughn is probably listening to this and probably, hopefully, telling the agents in the tunnel to bust out of there and give it to Sark.
"And if your wondering," he starts, "I took the liberty of, how would I like to say it, kill the agents that were waiting for you in that lovely tunnel."
I did really hate him, just to clarify.
"How pleasant of you," I add.
"It truly was, wasn't it? Now on to business. You see, the last time we were here in this esteemed city, it just so happened that I proposed to you that you come work for me."
"Oh yes, I seem to recall that. Then I pulled the alarm and got out of there, map in hand," I remark.
"Oh, trust me, I didn't forget. Which makes me ask you a second time, how about you join forces with me. I certainly have more benefits than working for that retched SD-6 would. So what do you think?" he asks.
"Once again, I'm going to pass," I say. Like I am going to work for your pathetic killing organization. I'd rather die.
"Well then, I guess I'm going to have to assist you in your decision," he tells me.
"And that inclines." and all of a sudden, five men dressed in black garb come and attack me. One shot me with something because one moment I was in Moscow and the next the screen went black.
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This plane ride was definitely not going on my top ten favorites list. First of all, my seat couldn't recline and my tray table couldn't pull out. Needless to say, I didn't start in the best mood. The highlight of the flight was the screaming baby two seats behind us and the man across the aisle that snored really loudly. I normally can sleep pretty well on planes, but this time it was not going so well. I might actually need to take Vaughn up on that offer on a vacation. It certainly would be pleasant right now. We were almost there and I was getting this weird flip-flop feeling in my stomach. This made me quite nervous.
"Hey, you okay?" Dixon asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine, didn't get much sleep though," I tell him through my teeth. I don't want to say anything because the only other time I've had that flip-flop feeling is when bad things have happened. Like when Dixon was shot and when my Dad and I were captured by Hassan in Cuba last year. Oh well, I had to shrug it off. Nothing bad was going to happen on this mission. It seemed easy enough, right?
We got to the hotel where we got our supplies ready. We were planning on going later that night, so we had three hours to spare, so I grabbed a bite to eat and laid down for a quick nap.
::KNOCK KNOCK::
I was startled. What time was it? Oh crap! I have to go soon. Oh, who keeps knocking that door? Probably Dixon. So I decided to head over to the door and answer. I peeked through and indeed it was Dixon, so I opened the door.
"Hey," I say in between yaws.
"Hey, you okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, I just got some sleep. Let me just get changed and then I'll meet you in the lobby and we can go, okay?"
"Sure thing."
We got to our location where we were to set up. I got my lovely black attire on, complete with matching black wig. I was ready to go and we had everything in place. Still. I was not to sure about this.
"You ready to go Syd," Dixon asks me.
"You bet, I'll see you at the extraction point, okay?"
"Good luck and be careful, as usual," Dixon says, mildly reassuring me as usual. He can be so sweet, but only if he knew the truth about who he was working for.
I headed down to the area that Vaughn said that the secret door would be at. It didn't seem like anyone was in the area. Looked okay so far.
"Alright Dixon, I'm going radio silent for the entrance," I tell him. I told him my dad had said there was a radio locator and that any radio transmissions would have been detected and we would have been found. He easily believed it, as usual.
"Good luck Syd," he said.
I bent down to open the handle that I had found when all of a sudden I heard the not so familiar noise of a gun being pointed at my head and felt it too.
"Let me guess," I say. "How do you do, once again, Sark?"
"Now how did you know it was me?" he remarks in that ever so lovely accent that I'd rather puke on.
"Hm, I just figured you wouldn't like to break tradition you know. The fact you try to sabotage every one of my missions, that's all," I tell him
"Indeed, I do happen to like to do that, don't I?" he says.
At this point it occurs to me that Vaughn is probably listening to this and probably, hopefully, telling the agents in the tunnel to bust out of there and give it to Sark.
"And if your wondering," he starts, "I took the liberty of, how would I like to say it, kill the agents that were waiting for you in that lovely tunnel."
I did really hate him, just to clarify.
"How pleasant of you," I add.
"It truly was, wasn't it? Now on to business. You see, the last time we were here in this esteemed city, it just so happened that I proposed to you that you come work for me."
"Oh yes, I seem to recall that. Then I pulled the alarm and got out of there, map in hand," I remark.
"Oh, trust me, I didn't forget. Which makes me ask you a second time, how about you join forces with me. I certainly have more benefits than working for that retched SD-6 would. So what do you think?" he asks.
"Once again, I'm going to pass," I say. Like I am going to work for your pathetic killing organization. I'd rather die.
"Well then, I guess I'm going to have to assist you in your decision," he tells me.
"And that inclines." and all of a sudden, five men dressed in black garb come and attack me. One shot me with something because one moment I was in Moscow and the next the screen went black.
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