"The Alliance has no current plans to use the weapon codes from Rome
themselves. However, they are waiting for the right price and willing to
sell." Jack Bristow cleared his throat, signaling he was done giving his
report.
"So. what now?" Sydney spun slightly in her chair to face her CIA boss, Devlin.
"Establish ourselves as a buyer."
"What? CIA doesn't give money to terrorist organizations, and besides they won't just sell to anyone."
Devlin looked slightly annoyed. "True, which is why we have to put this in the works now. But, I said 'establish' as a buyer, not buy. In the future Agent Bristow, refrain from telling me what the CIA does and does not do."
Sydney blushed and tightened her jaw.
Vaughn cleared his throat uncomfortably from across the table. "Sir?"
Devlin looked at him and then stared back at Sydney, continuing what he was saying. "CIA has already made contact with the Alliance posing as a terrorist group. But, we need to have an account at this London bank." Devlin passed an envelope of pictures to Sydney. "They deal strictly with high rollers and nobility. Sydney, you'll be going to London to set up an account. Vaughn will go with you, and Jack will stay and make sure everything at SD-6 is going well. That's all."
Everyone got up to leave. Devlin added, "Vaughn may I speak to you a for a second?"
Vaughn stayed behind and as the door clicked, Devlin began. "I saw the footage from the hotel in Rome. You're her handler. Do not forget that. You can't afford it, she can't and the CIA will not allow it. Understand?"
Vaughn's face felt red. "Yes sir."
"That's all. Be careful in London. I don't want to have to reassign you."
Vaughn nodded and walked out of the office. Sydney was waiting. "What did Devlin say?"
Vaughn looked at her. "Nothing." Sydney knew something more was going on, but didn't probe. Vaughn lightened his tone. "Ready to go to the bank?"
Sydney nodded, "Why not?"
The bank that Sydney would be setting up an account at was small and underground yet swank. Sydney reached to pull the door open, but paused and looked at a man sitting on a bench not far from the bank. Vaughn. He sat at his computer with glasses and a suit on, looking very investor savvy. She smiled to herself, pulled the door open and strode in confidently. She strolled up to the banker counter, looking rich. "Hello, I would like to setup a new account here." Sydney smiled, her British accent right on.
The woman behind the counter smiled. "Okay, this will take a few minutes."
"Not a problem."
Thirty minutes later, Sydney walked away from the counter, new account information and number in hand. She headed out the door, not breaking character. On the street, she breezed past Vaughn, who began to close up his lap top. He remained a good 8 steps behind her all the way to the London underground. They got on the same trains, but didn't even make eye contact.
Sydney sat in her seat on the train, looking up but not meeting eyes with anyone around her. Her mind was on other things, like the angst of Vaughn being so close yet so far away, as well as what had Devlin said. She didn't notice the grungy homeless man get on. Not until he suddenly seized her by the wrist. He pulled out a gun and pushed it against her temple. Several people on the train screamed, bolting for the doors to the othe cars.
"Everyone get down NOW!"
Some people squeezed into the other cars, but most hit the ground instantly. Vaughn made a quick movement for the gunman, who shot in his general direction. Sydney winced only to see that Vaughn had been missed.
"Next time I won't miss. Get down." The man's words were slurred and he reeked of alcohol.
Sydney felt sweat forming around her hairline. She made eye contact with Vaughn, holding an intense gaze with him. And then she socked her attacker in the groin.
The man was caught off guard, and he crumbled to the ground. Sydney kicked away his gun, before an unarmed security guard came up and tackled the man. Sydney backed away, looking fearfully at the gun.
The next stop came and the train stopped, with officers waiting at the station. The people in the car with Sydney and Vaughn flooded out the door and Sydney lost Vaughn in the commotion.
"Come on, lets slip out this way." Vaughn was suddenly by her side, tugging her elbow. She backed away looking spooked, more spooked then Vaughn had ever seen her.
Vaughn called the CIA headquarters. He filled Devlin in on what had happened and passed on the information from Sydney's account.
"But what about us? I think we should lay low. We might be tailed?" Vaughn responded bravely. He then listened intently to the other end of the phone. Sydney could have sworn he blushed as well. "Okay, will do sir." He hung up.
"What's the deal?"
"Devlin said to check into a hotel and stay here for a day."
Sydney grinned despite the fact that she was still shook up. "I've always wanted to vacation in London."
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"So. what now?" Sydney spun slightly in her chair to face her CIA boss, Devlin.
"Establish ourselves as a buyer."
"What? CIA doesn't give money to terrorist organizations, and besides they won't just sell to anyone."
Devlin looked slightly annoyed. "True, which is why we have to put this in the works now. But, I said 'establish' as a buyer, not buy. In the future Agent Bristow, refrain from telling me what the CIA does and does not do."
Sydney blushed and tightened her jaw.
Vaughn cleared his throat uncomfortably from across the table. "Sir?"
Devlin looked at him and then stared back at Sydney, continuing what he was saying. "CIA has already made contact with the Alliance posing as a terrorist group. But, we need to have an account at this London bank." Devlin passed an envelope of pictures to Sydney. "They deal strictly with high rollers and nobility. Sydney, you'll be going to London to set up an account. Vaughn will go with you, and Jack will stay and make sure everything at SD-6 is going well. That's all."
Everyone got up to leave. Devlin added, "Vaughn may I speak to you a for a second?"
Vaughn stayed behind and as the door clicked, Devlin began. "I saw the footage from the hotel in Rome. You're her handler. Do not forget that. You can't afford it, she can't and the CIA will not allow it. Understand?"
Vaughn's face felt red. "Yes sir."
"That's all. Be careful in London. I don't want to have to reassign you."
Vaughn nodded and walked out of the office. Sydney was waiting. "What did Devlin say?"
Vaughn looked at her. "Nothing." Sydney knew something more was going on, but didn't probe. Vaughn lightened his tone. "Ready to go to the bank?"
Sydney nodded, "Why not?"
The bank that Sydney would be setting up an account at was small and underground yet swank. Sydney reached to pull the door open, but paused and looked at a man sitting on a bench not far from the bank. Vaughn. He sat at his computer with glasses and a suit on, looking very investor savvy. She smiled to herself, pulled the door open and strode in confidently. She strolled up to the banker counter, looking rich. "Hello, I would like to setup a new account here." Sydney smiled, her British accent right on.
The woman behind the counter smiled. "Okay, this will take a few minutes."
"Not a problem."
Thirty minutes later, Sydney walked away from the counter, new account information and number in hand. She headed out the door, not breaking character. On the street, she breezed past Vaughn, who began to close up his lap top. He remained a good 8 steps behind her all the way to the London underground. They got on the same trains, but didn't even make eye contact.
Sydney sat in her seat on the train, looking up but not meeting eyes with anyone around her. Her mind was on other things, like the angst of Vaughn being so close yet so far away, as well as what had Devlin said. She didn't notice the grungy homeless man get on. Not until he suddenly seized her by the wrist. He pulled out a gun and pushed it against her temple. Several people on the train screamed, bolting for the doors to the othe cars.
"Everyone get down NOW!"
Some people squeezed into the other cars, but most hit the ground instantly. Vaughn made a quick movement for the gunman, who shot in his general direction. Sydney winced only to see that Vaughn had been missed.
"Next time I won't miss. Get down." The man's words were slurred and he reeked of alcohol.
Sydney felt sweat forming around her hairline. She made eye contact with Vaughn, holding an intense gaze with him. And then she socked her attacker in the groin.
The man was caught off guard, and he crumbled to the ground. Sydney kicked away his gun, before an unarmed security guard came up and tackled the man. Sydney backed away, looking fearfully at the gun.
The next stop came and the train stopped, with officers waiting at the station. The people in the car with Sydney and Vaughn flooded out the door and Sydney lost Vaughn in the commotion.
"Come on, lets slip out this way." Vaughn was suddenly by her side, tugging her elbow. She backed away looking spooked, more spooked then Vaughn had ever seen her.
Vaughn called the CIA headquarters. He filled Devlin in on what had happened and passed on the information from Sydney's account.
"But what about us? I think we should lay low. We might be tailed?" Vaughn responded bravely. He then listened intently to the other end of the phone. Sydney could have sworn he blushed as well. "Okay, will do sir." He hung up.
"What's the deal?"
"Devlin said to check into a hotel and stay here for a day."
Sydney grinned despite the fact that she was still shook up. "I've always wanted to vacation in London."
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