Chapter 3: Reality Check
A/N: **=flash back, /**=end flashback.
The plane ride was long and there were kids behind me that kept on screaming. I tried to sleep but this blonde cutie kept on talking to me. He seemed vaguely familiar and I humored him for a while until I pretended to fall asleep.
"Ladies and gentlemen we are now reaching Cairo, please fasten your seatbelts." The pilot said, and I pretended to wake up. The Blondie smiled at me and I returned the gesture.
Walking off the plane, I quickly dashed into the ladies room. There was a long, long line and I was already 5 minutes off schedule. Quickly and discreetly, I slipped around the corner and snagged a stall. I changed into the SD-6 provided outfit, which consisted of a short, black dress, with a very low-neck line, a flaming red wig, and fishnet stockings. I slipped on the knee-high boots and strode out of the stall, completely aware of the shocked ladies covering their children's eyes and gasping. I knew I looked like a whore but what else could I do? I just smiled at them and winked which shocked them more, I love the attention.
I dodged the oncoming people and made my way outside. I was hit with a wave of heat and I slipped on a pair of sunglasses.
**"Now these Ms. Bristow look like normal, chic, sunglasses right? Like the ones that rich and famous people wear when they want to be mysterious." Marshall said smiling shyly at me. He put them on and modeled them. Sloan gave a sigh of frustration. "But no, they are actually infrared glasses so that you can see people in another room, through the walls. You just have to press the little button here." Marshall pressed the button "And voila! You can see through walls" /**
I hailed a cab, it wasn't an ordinary cab, and it was Dixon, dressed in a suit. I jumped in and slammed the door just in time for Dixon slammed on the gas and we sped off.
"How was your flight Syd?" He asked looking at me in the rearview mirror.
"Fine." I answered smiling at him.
We arrived at the building; it was a huge art museum. Dixon handed me my id and ticket to get in and sped off again, leaving me on the steps. I casually walked up the steps and into the building, flashing my id, and handing my ticket to the officer at the front door. Walls and rooms full of modern art paintings met me. I walked to one; it was a cluster of dark blue squares surrounded by black and white squares.
"Beautiful isn't it?" A voice questioned startling me. I turned to see a man in a white suit. He had long blonde hair and a goatee. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of green. There was something about him.
"Perhaps you can help me understand it?" I asked giving him a coy smile. "I've never really understood this modern art."
"Yes, I am an art dealer, I can help you understand any.piece of art in this building." He puffed out his chest and started to explain the piece. The was something about him.
"Do you get it now?" He asked after 20 minutes of talking about how the squares resembled this and the colors that.
"Yes I do, thank you." I said and started to walk away, I was behind schedule.
"Would you like to come upstairs? I have many more pieces that you might be er.interested in."
"Yes I would thank you." This was going to be easier than I thought. He would get me past security and right up into the office. Then I could knock him out. What the hell was it about him??
He led me up the stairs, his hand on my back. We went past an officer who nodded to Mr..I hadn't got his name. Stupid Syd!
"What did you say your name was?" I asked as we stopped in front of a door.
"I didn't, its Vaughn, Miguel Vaughn." He smiled and then walked through the now open door. I almost fainted.
"M-m-Miguel you me Michael?" I said in a hoarse whisper.
"No it is Miguel, is something the matter with my name?" he asked and led me into the room. He closed the door and all of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned to see him holding a syringe in his hand and an evil smile played across his lips.
"W-who are you?" I asked feeling my head spin. The room went fuzzy.
"That is none of your concern Sydney." He answered just before I blacked out.
A/N: **=flash back, /**=end flashback.
The plane ride was long and there were kids behind me that kept on screaming. I tried to sleep but this blonde cutie kept on talking to me. He seemed vaguely familiar and I humored him for a while until I pretended to fall asleep.
"Ladies and gentlemen we are now reaching Cairo, please fasten your seatbelts." The pilot said, and I pretended to wake up. The Blondie smiled at me and I returned the gesture.
Walking off the plane, I quickly dashed into the ladies room. There was a long, long line and I was already 5 minutes off schedule. Quickly and discreetly, I slipped around the corner and snagged a stall. I changed into the SD-6 provided outfit, which consisted of a short, black dress, with a very low-neck line, a flaming red wig, and fishnet stockings. I slipped on the knee-high boots and strode out of the stall, completely aware of the shocked ladies covering their children's eyes and gasping. I knew I looked like a whore but what else could I do? I just smiled at them and winked which shocked them more, I love the attention.
I dodged the oncoming people and made my way outside. I was hit with a wave of heat and I slipped on a pair of sunglasses.
**"Now these Ms. Bristow look like normal, chic, sunglasses right? Like the ones that rich and famous people wear when they want to be mysterious." Marshall said smiling shyly at me. He put them on and modeled them. Sloan gave a sigh of frustration. "But no, they are actually infrared glasses so that you can see people in another room, through the walls. You just have to press the little button here." Marshall pressed the button "And voila! You can see through walls" /**
I hailed a cab, it wasn't an ordinary cab, and it was Dixon, dressed in a suit. I jumped in and slammed the door just in time for Dixon slammed on the gas and we sped off.
"How was your flight Syd?" He asked looking at me in the rearview mirror.
"Fine." I answered smiling at him.
We arrived at the building; it was a huge art museum. Dixon handed me my id and ticket to get in and sped off again, leaving me on the steps. I casually walked up the steps and into the building, flashing my id, and handing my ticket to the officer at the front door. Walls and rooms full of modern art paintings met me. I walked to one; it was a cluster of dark blue squares surrounded by black and white squares.
"Beautiful isn't it?" A voice questioned startling me. I turned to see a man in a white suit. He had long blonde hair and a goatee. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of green. There was something about him.
"Perhaps you can help me understand it?" I asked giving him a coy smile. "I've never really understood this modern art."
"Yes, I am an art dealer, I can help you understand any.piece of art in this building." He puffed out his chest and started to explain the piece. The was something about him.
"Do you get it now?" He asked after 20 minutes of talking about how the squares resembled this and the colors that.
"Yes I do, thank you." I said and started to walk away, I was behind schedule.
"Would you like to come upstairs? I have many more pieces that you might be er.interested in."
"Yes I would thank you." This was going to be easier than I thought. He would get me past security and right up into the office. Then I could knock him out. What the hell was it about him??
He led me up the stairs, his hand on my back. We went past an officer who nodded to Mr..I hadn't got his name. Stupid Syd!
"What did you say your name was?" I asked as we stopped in front of a door.
"I didn't, its Vaughn, Miguel Vaughn." He smiled and then walked through the now open door. I almost fainted.
"M-m-Miguel you me Michael?" I said in a hoarse whisper.
"No it is Miguel, is something the matter with my name?" he asked and led me into the room. He closed the door and all of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned to see him holding a syringe in his hand and an evil smile played across his lips.
"W-who are you?" I asked feeling my head spin. The room went fuzzy.
"That is none of your concern Sydney." He answered just before I blacked out.