From Russia, With Love
Okay, you know in the episode Getaway, how they look up Vaughn on the comp. Something there isn't right. One is the Alliance retrieve Kane's items wouldn't they see Vaughn's file? *thumps her head * critical thinking here!
* * * * * *Chapter Six: Please Pass The C4 * * * * * *
Nineteenth floor, office space. Eighteenth floor, debriefing rooms. Seventeenth floor, laboratories. Sydney racked her brain to keep herself focused. She was on a mission, and certainly not at whim to engage in any other ideas at hand. She had a duty to her fallen mother, to Weiss, to Vaughn, to her country, to survive and complete the task she had been assigned. Yet, at this moment neither objective was concluded. She knew this wasn't how it was supposed to be.
The ground came hurtling towards them. Bracing for impact, she recoiled her legs and held a firm grip on Vaughn. With a soft thump, they landed on terra firma. Vaughn halfway to the forest, barely realized that Sydney wasn't in his company. For a fleeting moment, he saw her disappear into the shadows.
Retracing his path, he encountered his lost companion hidden from view behind some barrels. Sydney was speedily removing her left boot knocking on the heel. A small blue bottle came into view. Putting her finger to her lips, she signaled to the sealed basement window. It was no more than a foot in diameter. She pointed the spray towards the frame and released a clear jet. Within seconds, the glass dissolved giving way to the KGB's weakness.
She slipped her slender body through the window and remained motionless as Vaughn followed the suit. Sydney reached for seven blocks of C4 that were strapped to Vaughn's jacket lining. Strategically, she placed one for each pillar of power. The first for her mother's stolen life, second for the father who suffered, a third to the endless deceit, fourth for the destroyed careers, a fifth for the mass of death, and sixth for the life she cannot lead. Finally, she tied the seven to the last column, the strongest of them all, for the seven years of SD-6, the seven years she had lost, only seven for the times she had almost given up.
With little reproach from Vaughn, she exited the way she entered. Her brisk walk to the forest increased as she willed her body to give her one more burst of speed. Ducking behind a fall wood, her fingers wrapped around the green button. It all came to a standstill. Vaughn leapt into position. Two figures darted the blaze. The building aged a thousand lifetimes and surrendered to the consuming flames.
Satan's demon had fallen from his imperial perch.
Behind horrified tears, she watched a limping Irina and badly shaken Weiss come forth from the debris. Maybe, there was a god looking out for her. Maybe, good was to come from trials and tribulations of despair. A faint heavenly light glowed from behind her. It was over now and she could rest.
"Agent Bristow? Agent Bristow? Ah, you're awake." The room was brighter now. Sanitary tiles replaced evergreens and heavy woolen sheets replaced strong arms. A doctor softened the overhead light causing Sydney's pupils to readjust to her surroundings.
"Well, you had a quite a bit of post traumatic stress after your success in Moscow-" said the doctor jubilantly.
Sydney absorbing in these new details protested, "Success?"
"Maybe, I should have someone else release this information to you, perhaps?" whispered the doctor as he flipped through her medical charts. As the commentary settled, the door opened. Michael Vaughn stepped through the plastic curtains and straightened himself out in the plastic chair.
Her brow creased as she accepted his hand, "Where am I? How was the mission a success? How did Weiss and Irina get out? Where are they now?"
He held his hand up to calm her down, "One at a time, or I'll get kicked out of here. First of all you're in Saint Catherine's Mercy Hospital, that is not affiliated with SD-6 in any way. Secondly, Weiss and Irina are being treated now for minor injuries. And lastly the mission was accomplished." Her eyes flicked in disbelief begging him to recount her 12 hours of hell.
"When Irina stayed behind she managed to..."
* * * * FLASHBACK TO IRINA'S LAST STAND * * * *
With unwavering devotion, Irina decked out her weaponry. Bullets ascended upon the swarming hordes of soldiers. One by one they fell, until she was overcome by the last remaining guard. She dropped her gun as a white flag and rested her limbs on her head. As the man bent to claim the gun, she lurched forward and assaulted him with a vicious roundhouse kick. Reclaiming her last defense, she continued her departure to freedom.
Weak traces of fatigue devoured her body. As she glanced at her surroundings, she finally understood what compelled her to this location. "If I were Agent Weiss, where would I be?" Bingo. The staff breakroom. Fortunately, he intuition failed her not and before her weary eyes was Weiss snacking upon a chocolate éclair.
"Weiss, our cover has been blow and soon this building will be too."
Springing from the seat, with a box of éclairs in hand, they slunk into the crowd of terrified employees and exited through the nearest door. They were approaching the final leg of their journey to the forests when the building behind them was enclosed by flames. Thankfully, Irina, who dragged Weiss, avoided near fatality, by dodging the fiery blast under a curved rock.
* * * * END OF FLASHBACK * * * *
"Did we retrieve any information on Rambaldi because the disk I downloaded was repossessed while I was in captivity-" she once more was hushed.
Vaughn tried suppressed a grin with little effort, "Believe it or not Weiss was able to extract the Intel off a computer. Since, he was posing as a security officer, he was able to gain access to all restricted points. He even downloaded the info with little problem. It seems his niece was offering computer lessons in preparation for the operation."
"Wow." She mustered up the words to say. She sat up in her hospital bed and pinched herself. Vaughn noticed her action and worriedly cradled her arms, "Too good to be true?"
Sydney shook her head, "Yeah, Weiss actually being the hero of the story is a bit to take in."
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The End
Weiss the hero. I'm cracking up. Oh and he did managed to save the éclairs. I can imagine him now asking Irina where her company purchases them.
Love Always from your psychotic author,
~Stephanie~
Okay, you know in the episode Getaway, how they look up Vaughn on the comp. Something there isn't right. One is the Alliance retrieve Kane's items wouldn't they see Vaughn's file? *thumps her head * critical thinking here!
* * * * * *Chapter Six: Please Pass The C4 * * * * * *
Nineteenth floor, office space. Eighteenth floor, debriefing rooms. Seventeenth floor, laboratories. Sydney racked her brain to keep herself focused. She was on a mission, and certainly not at whim to engage in any other ideas at hand. She had a duty to her fallen mother, to Weiss, to Vaughn, to her country, to survive and complete the task she had been assigned. Yet, at this moment neither objective was concluded. She knew this wasn't how it was supposed to be.
The ground came hurtling towards them. Bracing for impact, she recoiled her legs and held a firm grip on Vaughn. With a soft thump, they landed on terra firma. Vaughn halfway to the forest, barely realized that Sydney wasn't in his company. For a fleeting moment, he saw her disappear into the shadows.
Retracing his path, he encountered his lost companion hidden from view behind some barrels. Sydney was speedily removing her left boot knocking on the heel. A small blue bottle came into view. Putting her finger to her lips, she signaled to the sealed basement window. It was no more than a foot in diameter. She pointed the spray towards the frame and released a clear jet. Within seconds, the glass dissolved giving way to the KGB's weakness.
She slipped her slender body through the window and remained motionless as Vaughn followed the suit. Sydney reached for seven blocks of C4 that were strapped to Vaughn's jacket lining. Strategically, she placed one for each pillar of power. The first for her mother's stolen life, second for the father who suffered, a third to the endless deceit, fourth for the destroyed careers, a fifth for the mass of death, and sixth for the life she cannot lead. Finally, she tied the seven to the last column, the strongest of them all, for the seven years of SD-6, the seven years she had lost, only seven for the times she had almost given up.
With little reproach from Vaughn, she exited the way she entered. Her brisk walk to the forest increased as she willed her body to give her one more burst of speed. Ducking behind a fall wood, her fingers wrapped around the green button. It all came to a standstill. Vaughn leapt into position. Two figures darted the blaze. The building aged a thousand lifetimes and surrendered to the consuming flames.
Satan's demon had fallen from his imperial perch.
Behind horrified tears, she watched a limping Irina and badly shaken Weiss come forth from the debris. Maybe, there was a god looking out for her. Maybe, good was to come from trials and tribulations of despair. A faint heavenly light glowed from behind her. It was over now and she could rest.
"Agent Bristow? Agent Bristow? Ah, you're awake." The room was brighter now. Sanitary tiles replaced evergreens and heavy woolen sheets replaced strong arms. A doctor softened the overhead light causing Sydney's pupils to readjust to her surroundings.
"Well, you had a quite a bit of post traumatic stress after your success in Moscow-" said the doctor jubilantly.
Sydney absorbing in these new details protested, "Success?"
"Maybe, I should have someone else release this information to you, perhaps?" whispered the doctor as he flipped through her medical charts. As the commentary settled, the door opened. Michael Vaughn stepped through the plastic curtains and straightened himself out in the plastic chair.
Her brow creased as she accepted his hand, "Where am I? How was the mission a success? How did Weiss and Irina get out? Where are they now?"
He held his hand up to calm her down, "One at a time, or I'll get kicked out of here. First of all you're in Saint Catherine's Mercy Hospital, that is not affiliated with SD-6 in any way. Secondly, Weiss and Irina are being treated now for minor injuries. And lastly the mission was accomplished." Her eyes flicked in disbelief begging him to recount her 12 hours of hell.
"When Irina stayed behind she managed to..."
* * * * FLASHBACK TO IRINA'S LAST STAND * * * *
With unwavering devotion, Irina decked out her weaponry. Bullets ascended upon the swarming hordes of soldiers. One by one they fell, until she was overcome by the last remaining guard. She dropped her gun as a white flag and rested her limbs on her head. As the man bent to claim the gun, she lurched forward and assaulted him with a vicious roundhouse kick. Reclaiming her last defense, she continued her departure to freedom.
Weak traces of fatigue devoured her body. As she glanced at her surroundings, she finally understood what compelled her to this location. "If I were Agent Weiss, where would I be?" Bingo. The staff breakroom. Fortunately, he intuition failed her not and before her weary eyes was Weiss snacking upon a chocolate éclair.
"Weiss, our cover has been blow and soon this building will be too."
Springing from the seat, with a box of éclairs in hand, they slunk into the crowd of terrified employees and exited through the nearest door. They were approaching the final leg of their journey to the forests when the building behind them was enclosed by flames. Thankfully, Irina, who dragged Weiss, avoided near fatality, by dodging the fiery blast under a curved rock.
* * * * END OF FLASHBACK * * * *
"Did we retrieve any information on Rambaldi because the disk I downloaded was repossessed while I was in captivity-" she once more was hushed.
Vaughn tried suppressed a grin with little effort, "Believe it or not Weiss was able to extract the Intel off a computer. Since, he was posing as a security officer, he was able to gain access to all restricted points. He even downloaded the info with little problem. It seems his niece was offering computer lessons in preparation for the operation."
"Wow." She mustered up the words to say. She sat up in her hospital bed and pinched herself. Vaughn noticed her action and worriedly cradled her arms, "Too good to be true?"
Sydney shook her head, "Yeah, Weiss actually being the hero of the story is a bit to take in."
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The End
Weiss the hero. I'm cracking up. Oh and he did managed to save the éclairs. I can imagine him now asking Irina where her company purchases them.
Love Always from your psychotic author,
~Stephanie~