*~CHAPTER 6~*
Now this was no ordinary chest that Danny and I were both staring in amazement
at. This was a 30 foot chest that was so big, it took up the whole room. It was freezing in
this room, and I looked at the thermostat on the chest and saw that the temperature was
negative zero degrees. Danny had this twisted grin on his face and I couldn't believe that
even Sloane got to this, and even knew it existed. You see, staring back at us in the chest
was a big block of ice and in the ice was the preserved dead body of Milo Rambaldi.
Yes, you heard me correctly, and no, you're not dreaming, I said Milo Rambaldi. Suddenly
it all made sense of what Sloane wanted to do. He'd been looking for this body for ages,
and he'd also been in the process of making his genetic doubling device. So, obviously,
after a couple of practice doubles, Sloane was ready for his most important double ever-
The double of Milo Rambaldi. If Sloane could locate the preserved body of Rambaldi,
then get his genes, and scramble them. All he needed was another body and Sloane would
have himself a present-day Rambaldi. This is when I realized Sloane was a GENIUS. Who
else could have ever thought of this. Of course! When something or someone is preserved,
their genes, cells, and chromosones stay exactly the same, until they are unfrozen. Once
Sloane un-thawed Rambaldi's body, all he had to do was get his genes and scramble them
into someone else. Then Rambaldi would exist again, and he could tell Sloane where all of
his artifacts were located at. There was something here that was so horrible, but true,
Sloane would be king of the world of intelligence. With something like this, all of this,
the mad scavanger hunt for Rambaldi artifacts would be over. Arvin Sloane would have
everything. It would all be his. The sad part of this was all hitting me in the face. Sloane
would rule the world. I couldn't stand this any longer. I needed the body for the CIA, only
one small problem. How was I supposed to escape from Danny, get Vaughn and the other
agents back at the CIA, get the probably 500 pound chest, and bring it all back to the
Central Intelligence Agency safe and unharmed by Sloane? It was impossible. It would
never happen. It wasn't even worth fantizising about.
"How are you getting this back to L.A.?" I asked Danny.
"Don't worry, Syd, we have it all under control."
Danny was still smiling and he wasn't going to stop. It suddenly struck me that I
was never going to be ahead of Sloane. This, this body, was like winning the jackpot of
the lottery. We were done. America was done, we were doomed. All do to one man, who
should have been dead a long time ago. Danny was walking around the body in circles.
He came over to me and hugged me. I pushed him away. His face was lit up and he was all
smiles, he reminded me of a bright little kid on Christmas morning looking at all of his
presents. That's when I got an idea. I could bait Danny. I could try, anyway. He said it
himself back in LA, that he did one thing wrong when he was pretending to be interested
in me, he fell in love with me. If I pretended to love him, I could somehow tell him that I
would be on his side. That I'd help him with the artifact. If Vaughn or my dad could
somehow escape, then I could kill Danny, get more agents down here, get the body, and
escape. Of course, we'd need to kill Sloane, evil Francie, Sark, and yes- even my mother. I
was thinking this whole plan was stupid, when I decided that it was worth a try, because,
it was infact the only other option I had. So basically I had two choices here, 1. Try my
plan, or 2. basically let Sloane become the president of the world. Now I wasn't about to
let that happen, let me tell you what. Now, Danny might fall for this, but Sloane certainly
would not. So I needed to let Danny not tell Sloane about me being nice to him at all.
So, shaking, I did the only thing left in the world I could do. This was for the good of my
country, I thought, I needed revenge on the man that ruined my life. I walked up to
Danny, and nervously said, "Danny, this-this is brilliant! How could you guys, ever find
this thing?"
"Well, it took me pretending to be dead, and a lot of hard work, that's for sure!"
"I'm so proud of you, Danny, you're a wonderful agent. And even though I can't
believe you did this, I can learn to forgive you. You are an amazing person, Danny, I love
you!" Danny was expressionless at first, and I was scared, thinking I had probably said
too much and made it obvious I was sucking up. So, I quickly turned away. But, I was
obviously a good actress, because Danny fell for it.
"Oh, sweetie...thanks."
Then Danny leaned in and we kissed a nice, long kiss for a couple of minutes.
"So, how do we get this out of here?" I asked.
"Oh, um..I'm not sure, to be honest with you. Sloane wasn't exactly sure if this was
the location the body was at, so I'll have to call in for a team to come down here and get
it. That will mean, getting Sark and Francie. Sloane will be left to guard your..friends."
"Oh, and Syd, I'm sorry, that all this had to end up this way, you really were an
awesome girl."
I turned away, innocently.
"So we have time, Syd, plenty of time. There's a back room in here that's warmer,
we need to guard the body until our team comes."
So hand-in hand we went back to the room.Unfortunately the room was carpeted
and there was a fireplace. I shuttered, as I realized what I was going to have to do.
Quietly, but willingly, Danny and I layed on the floor above sheets and pillows. We kissed
slowly and then I slipped under the covers. This was the only way, tomorrow at this time,
god willing, Danny will be dead, and hopefully someone can come to my rescue and help
get the artifact. But the one thing that I couldn't get out of my head, was that even if some
agents or Vaughn did come to my rescue, there was no way for me to message them and
tell them to bring a truck to load up a preserved body of a philosipher that died 500 years
ago. I didn't know what to do. I just prayed and hoped and that was all I could do for
now.
Now this was no ordinary chest that Danny and I were both staring in amazement
at. This was a 30 foot chest that was so big, it took up the whole room. It was freezing in
this room, and I looked at the thermostat on the chest and saw that the temperature was
negative zero degrees. Danny had this twisted grin on his face and I couldn't believe that
even Sloane got to this, and even knew it existed. You see, staring back at us in the chest
was a big block of ice and in the ice was the preserved dead body of Milo Rambaldi.
Yes, you heard me correctly, and no, you're not dreaming, I said Milo Rambaldi. Suddenly
it all made sense of what Sloane wanted to do. He'd been looking for this body for ages,
and he'd also been in the process of making his genetic doubling device. So, obviously,
after a couple of practice doubles, Sloane was ready for his most important double ever-
The double of Milo Rambaldi. If Sloane could locate the preserved body of Rambaldi,
then get his genes, and scramble them. All he needed was another body and Sloane would
have himself a present-day Rambaldi. This is when I realized Sloane was a GENIUS. Who
else could have ever thought of this. Of course! When something or someone is preserved,
their genes, cells, and chromosones stay exactly the same, until they are unfrozen. Once
Sloane un-thawed Rambaldi's body, all he had to do was get his genes and scramble them
into someone else. Then Rambaldi would exist again, and he could tell Sloane where all of
his artifacts were located at. There was something here that was so horrible, but true,
Sloane would be king of the world of intelligence. With something like this, all of this,
the mad scavanger hunt for Rambaldi artifacts would be over. Arvin Sloane would have
everything. It would all be his. The sad part of this was all hitting me in the face. Sloane
would rule the world. I couldn't stand this any longer. I needed the body for the CIA, only
one small problem. How was I supposed to escape from Danny, get Vaughn and the other
agents back at the CIA, get the probably 500 pound chest, and bring it all back to the
Central Intelligence Agency safe and unharmed by Sloane? It was impossible. It would
never happen. It wasn't even worth fantizising about.
"How are you getting this back to L.A.?" I asked Danny.
"Don't worry, Syd, we have it all under control."
Danny was still smiling and he wasn't going to stop. It suddenly struck me that I
was never going to be ahead of Sloane. This, this body, was like winning the jackpot of
the lottery. We were done. America was done, we were doomed. All do to one man, who
should have been dead a long time ago. Danny was walking around the body in circles.
He came over to me and hugged me. I pushed him away. His face was lit up and he was all
smiles, he reminded me of a bright little kid on Christmas morning looking at all of his
presents. That's when I got an idea. I could bait Danny. I could try, anyway. He said it
himself back in LA, that he did one thing wrong when he was pretending to be interested
in me, he fell in love with me. If I pretended to love him, I could somehow tell him that I
would be on his side. That I'd help him with the artifact. If Vaughn or my dad could
somehow escape, then I could kill Danny, get more agents down here, get the body, and
escape. Of course, we'd need to kill Sloane, evil Francie, Sark, and yes- even my mother. I
was thinking this whole plan was stupid, when I decided that it was worth a try, because,
it was infact the only other option I had. So basically I had two choices here, 1. Try my
plan, or 2. basically let Sloane become the president of the world. Now I wasn't about to
let that happen, let me tell you what. Now, Danny might fall for this, but Sloane certainly
would not. So I needed to let Danny not tell Sloane about me being nice to him at all.
So, shaking, I did the only thing left in the world I could do. This was for the good of my
country, I thought, I needed revenge on the man that ruined my life. I walked up to
Danny, and nervously said, "Danny, this-this is brilliant! How could you guys, ever find
this thing?"
"Well, it took me pretending to be dead, and a lot of hard work, that's for sure!"
"I'm so proud of you, Danny, you're a wonderful agent. And even though I can't
believe you did this, I can learn to forgive you. You are an amazing person, Danny, I love
you!" Danny was expressionless at first, and I was scared, thinking I had probably said
too much and made it obvious I was sucking up. So, I quickly turned away. But, I was
obviously a good actress, because Danny fell for it.
"Oh, sweetie...thanks."
Then Danny leaned in and we kissed a nice, long kiss for a couple of minutes.
"So, how do we get this out of here?" I asked.
"Oh, um..I'm not sure, to be honest with you. Sloane wasn't exactly sure if this was
the location the body was at, so I'll have to call in for a team to come down here and get
it. That will mean, getting Sark and Francie. Sloane will be left to guard your..friends."
"Oh, and Syd, I'm sorry, that all this had to end up this way, you really were an
awesome girl."
I turned away, innocently.
"So we have time, Syd, plenty of time. There's a back room in here that's warmer,
we need to guard the body until our team comes."
So hand-in hand we went back to the room.Unfortunately the room was carpeted
and there was a fireplace. I shuttered, as I realized what I was going to have to do.
Quietly, but willingly, Danny and I layed on the floor above sheets and pillows. We kissed
slowly and then I slipped under the covers. This was the only way, tomorrow at this time,
god willing, Danny will be dead, and hopefully someone can come to my rescue and help
get the artifact. But the one thing that I couldn't get out of my head, was that even if some
agents or Vaughn did come to my rescue, there was no way for me to message them and
tell them to bring a truck to load up a preserved body of a philosipher that died 500 years
ago. I didn't know what to do. I just prayed and hoped and that was all I could do for
now.