UsagiPrincess: Okay, since I'm uploading, I feel like writing a note, lol.
In case you didn't figure it out, that was PrincessScout91589's chapter and
here comes mine. If I had my way, and this was my story, this would be
filled with tons of Syd/Sark stuff. Unfortunately, someone is conspiring to
kill me if I don't control myself in writing this, so I can't get too
Syd/Sark, or else there won't be any more from me, lol.
I'd also like to say here, since nothing else of mine is ready to go, that I am back on the Syd/Vaughn side of the fence and everyone is happy about it. I'll still write Syd/Sark, since everything is there for them (like Syd/Vaughn, only better) but I just wanted to warn everyone that I may suddenly start writing Syd/Vaughn. I guess I was inspired by last night's episode (which was fantastic, by the way.) Anyhow, enough of my aimless rambling. On with it!
Chapter Two
Vaughn followed me as I dug through filing cabinets, trying to find Irina's old records.
"You're sure that Sark didn't do anything to you?"
I sighed. We'd been over this ten times. "Once again," I began. For the good-looking handler, my mind added. "Sark grabbed my arm and told me to give him the letter. That's when you reminded me about the gun. I put it to his head and he backed off."
"We're sending you to Afghanistan," he said.
"I take it that the CIA is docking pay and getting rid of female agents first," I said sarcastically, not happy to be sent to a wasteland that was constantly being bombed. "Really, Vaughn," I continued. "What the heck are you doing sending me to Afghanistan?"
"Don't blame me- blame Kendall and Rambaldi. That guy really knows how to hide his stuff."
"Please tell me that this isn't another cave trip."
"It's not. You're going to rob a grave in Kabul. Here's the details."
***
I crept into the cemetery.
"Hello Clarice." Oh boy, it was Vaughn trying to be scary over a radio. I smiled.
"Are we trying to be scary, or annoying?" I asked teasingly. "Which grave am I robbing?"
"Actually, you're not robbing a grave. The stone should be next to a weeping willow."
I found the willow and found a stone next to it. "I found it."
"1892-1974?"
"Yep."
"Code is 7241-9891."
"724," I repeated, pressing the numbers. The headstone moved back, revealing stairs.
"Good luck, Sydney."
"Uh, Vaughn, are you sure that this is the right place?"
"Yeah," he said, turning on his video link to me. He saw something move in the shadows. It looked like a person.
"Freelancer! Abort!"
"What?" I was roughly yanked back. A hand covered my mouth. I opened to bite it, but felt a gun placed at my head.
"Don't you dare," a voice told me. It was faintly accented. I rolled my eyes. Sark, I thought.
"Sydney?" Vaughn's voice came through the radio.
Sark uncovered my mouth. "Guess who?" he asked with a cocky grin.
"Rambaldi," I said sarcastically. "He wants his artifacts back."
"Where is the microphone?" he slowly pulled back the trigger.
I pulled the microphone off of my jacket and handed it to him.
"Hello there, Agent Vaughn," Sark said.
"Syd? Where are you?"
"Feel free to send in a CIA team for Ms. Bristow, but unfortunately, she'll be out of the county." He shut off the microphone and I slipped the now useless earpiece out of my ear.
Sark pushed me into the passenger seat of the truck.
"I see no need to restrain you, as I have a gun. You jump and I shoot- it's that simple.
I nodded, wondering where he was taking me . He led me to a dimly lit cell-ish room. I sat down in the cold metal chair, waiting for him to tie me up. Instead, he stood across from me.
"I need you assistance in taking down Sloane."
"Why?"
"I have my reasons."
"What are those?"
"I can't tell you."
"They can't be that bad."
"He killed my parents," he told me quietly. What was I doing having a conversation with Sark. Still, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly.
He stood to leave and pointed to the cot. "You can sleep here for the night until I can get you a more comfortable room."
He leaned down and quickly kissed me. There wasn't enough time for me to even try and pull away. He left the room.
I started up at the ceiling and thought about Vaughn rescuing me, if he could find me, although I.I wasn't really sure if I wanted him to.
I'd also like to say here, since nothing else of mine is ready to go, that I am back on the Syd/Vaughn side of the fence and everyone is happy about it. I'll still write Syd/Sark, since everything is there for them (like Syd/Vaughn, only better) but I just wanted to warn everyone that I may suddenly start writing Syd/Vaughn. I guess I was inspired by last night's episode (which was fantastic, by the way.) Anyhow, enough of my aimless rambling. On with it!
Chapter Two
Vaughn followed me as I dug through filing cabinets, trying to find Irina's old records.
"You're sure that Sark didn't do anything to you?"
I sighed. We'd been over this ten times. "Once again," I began. For the good-looking handler, my mind added. "Sark grabbed my arm and told me to give him the letter. That's when you reminded me about the gun. I put it to his head and he backed off."
"We're sending you to Afghanistan," he said.
"I take it that the CIA is docking pay and getting rid of female agents first," I said sarcastically, not happy to be sent to a wasteland that was constantly being bombed. "Really, Vaughn," I continued. "What the heck are you doing sending me to Afghanistan?"
"Don't blame me- blame Kendall and Rambaldi. That guy really knows how to hide his stuff."
"Please tell me that this isn't another cave trip."
"It's not. You're going to rob a grave in Kabul. Here's the details."
***
I crept into the cemetery.
"Hello Clarice." Oh boy, it was Vaughn trying to be scary over a radio. I smiled.
"Are we trying to be scary, or annoying?" I asked teasingly. "Which grave am I robbing?"
"Actually, you're not robbing a grave. The stone should be next to a weeping willow."
I found the willow and found a stone next to it. "I found it."
"1892-1974?"
"Yep."
"Code is 7241-9891."
"724," I repeated, pressing the numbers. The headstone moved back, revealing stairs.
"Good luck, Sydney."
"Uh, Vaughn, are you sure that this is the right place?"
"Yeah," he said, turning on his video link to me. He saw something move in the shadows. It looked like a person.
"Freelancer! Abort!"
"What?" I was roughly yanked back. A hand covered my mouth. I opened to bite it, but felt a gun placed at my head.
"Don't you dare," a voice told me. It was faintly accented. I rolled my eyes. Sark, I thought.
"Sydney?" Vaughn's voice came through the radio.
Sark uncovered my mouth. "Guess who?" he asked with a cocky grin.
"Rambaldi," I said sarcastically. "He wants his artifacts back."
"Where is the microphone?" he slowly pulled back the trigger.
I pulled the microphone off of my jacket and handed it to him.
"Hello there, Agent Vaughn," Sark said.
"Syd? Where are you?"
"Feel free to send in a CIA team for Ms. Bristow, but unfortunately, she'll be out of the county." He shut off the microphone and I slipped the now useless earpiece out of my ear.
Sark pushed me into the passenger seat of the truck.
"I see no need to restrain you, as I have a gun. You jump and I shoot- it's that simple.
I nodded, wondering where he was taking me . He led me to a dimly lit cell-ish room. I sat down in the cold metal chair, waiting for him to tie me up. Instead, he stood across from me.
"I need you assistance in taking down Sloane."
"Why?"
"I have my reasons."
"What are those?"
"I can't tell you."
"They can't be that bad."
"He killed my parents," he told me quietly. What was I doing having a conversation with Sark. Still, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly.
He stood to leave and pointed to the cot. "You can sleep here for the night until I can get you a more comfortable room."
He leaned down and quickly kissed me. There wasn't enough time for me to even try and pull away. He left the room.
I started up at the ceiling and thought about Vaughn rescuing me, if he could find me, although I.I wasn't really sure if I wanted him to.