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Chapter 3: Revenge on the Ken Doll
Sydney woke up the next morning at her usual time. Francie and Will had skidaddled early that morning, so she didn't see them. They had probably been surprised by her behavior the previous night. They had better get used to it, she thought as she walked up to the big double doors of the "bank". Credit Dauphine was an imposing building if you knew it was a bank, and even more so if you knew that it hid a segment of the Alliance. The Devil's Den, she thought. She felt more relaxed than she had in a while. Maybe it was the effect of letting some aggression loose, she mused. Kicking butt on a daily basis was exciting and helped her let off steam, but it was so much more gratifying when it was the person that she was fuming over! Everyone always says honesty is the best policy, this is just adding a little oomph to it!!

She passed by the security measures without a hitch and walked into the great room in the basement of the building. Computer cords ran from dozens of desks up to the ceiling. Off to the right were the glass windows showing Sloan's office. He was sitting at his desk reading something off his computer. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on his wall, she thought.

After hours of monotony, punctuated by a thrilling conversation with Marshall about his new invention, she left to go home. Hmm, maybe I'll go out with Francie and Will for a while, she planned, it's been way too long since I went out with them. They're probably feeling a little neglected. She walked in her apartment to find her answering machine blinking. She had one new message, she saw. She hit the button.

"Syd? Syd, if your there pick up." Francie's voice said. She sounded excited. "Ok, I guess you're not there. Will and I are going to be working late tonight, the restaurant is packed to the brim. I'll talk to ya later, ok? Bye."

Ok, she thought, going out with them is not an option. It's still light out, I think I'll go for a jog.

RING

She picked up the phone "Hello?"

"Joey's Pizza?" It was Vaughn. He sounded a little timid.

"Sorry, wrong number." She said in a warm voice. She hung up and went to put on her jogging clothes. Kendall must want to see me, she mused, I just saw Vaughn for a debriefing last night.

She walked into the safe-house breathing heavier than normal from her exercise. She saw Kendall and walked up to him. "Kendall," she said.

"Hello Agent Bristow," he replied with a glance at her attire. "I just wanted to talk to you for a minute. I know your working hard at SD-6 to get information for us, but you need to try harder. We need more information to take down the Alliance. The stuff your giving us is good, but not good enough. You have to do better."

Her hand started to tingle. Breathe, Sydney, breathe, she told herself. you cant just go off and start hitting your boss. 1 . . . 2 . . .

THWACK!!

"Sydney!!!" Vaughn came walking up to her. Kendall was sitting on the floor, holding the side of his head, reeling. "What are you DOING?!?!" Vaughn hissed as he came up by her.

"Vaughn," she turned on him. He ducked. "You need to butt out of this! This is between me and Kendall!" she turned back to Kendall, who was looking up at her dazed. "I have HAD it with your degrading comments!" she raged, "I work my BUTT off for this agency and all I get is 'You need to work harder, Bristow'. I save this nation twice a week and all I get is criticism! All I would like is a little respect!" And with that she turned on her heel and stormed out of the building, leaving a stunned office behind her.

"I think she means that." Kendall said to Vaughn, standing up dizzily.

"I KNOW she does," Vaughn answered, rubbing the back of his head, remembering the night before.