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Chapter 6

Sydney's POV

Sydney sat in the cold, dank room and listened to drips of water as they splashed onto the floor. It wasn't supposed to be like this. The mission was supposed to be easy. Grab the disk, exchange it with the fake one, and that was it. Unfortunately, it didn't end up that way.

****** Flashback******

5 hours earlier

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle. May I take your coat?" Sydney handed the man her wool coat as she flipped her new blonde hair behind her shoulders. Tonight she was Lorena Sky, international supermodel, visiting France for some photo shoots. She made a note to herself that when this was all over, she would make Sloane pay for having her wear these scantily clad dresses. Not only did they not leave much to the imagination, but they were uncomfortable as well.

After mingling with the guests a bit and trying to avoid a very determined French man, she made her way upstairs to find the disk.

Sydney walked down the corridor of the third floor trying to find the room where the disk was. She had about three minutes to find the room, grab the disk, and head to the extraction point. Dixon wasn't with her today so there would be no backup if she screwed up. Just as she made it to the right door, Sydney heard footsteps coming close to her. Quickly rushing inside, she quietly shut the door and looked around for the painting of the Mona Lisa. It was a replica of course, and behind it was a safe. Since people assume you won't hide it in the most obvious place, that is exactly where you hide it. Sticking the decoder on the safe, Sydney waited for the numbers to appear. Just as the last number was about to click into place, the door burst open. In came one of the guards from the party. Before she had time to react, he had a gun pointing straight at her.

"Don't move, mademoiselle." Sydney hit the floor just in time as she heard gun shots piercing into the walls above her. She quickly crawled behind a sofa and took out her gun. After firing back a couple of times, she heard a couple clicks of a gun, but no gun shot sounds. Taking a peak at the guard, she noticed that his gun had ran out of ammo. Quickly taking the brief opportunity, she came up from behind the couch and kicked the gun out of the man's hand. Giving him a quick kick in the legs and delivering a blow to his head, she was able to take him out.

Running back over to the safe, she punched in the numbers and quickly took out the disk. Sticking it in a safe place, Sydney made her way out the door. Oddly enough, there were no other guards around once she exited the room. She started walking towards the stairs faster and faster. Sydney had the feeling that something was wrong and she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Just as she was about to descend down the stairs, she felt a gun pressed against her lower back and a pair of handcuffs being attached to her hands.

****** End Flashback *******

Everything after that had been a blur. Sydney figured that she had become unconscious and they had taken her to this place. She still had her dress on and was literally shivering from the cold in the room. What they were going to do with her; she had no clue. When she had woken up two hours earlier, Sydney had searched every inch of the room for some kind of escape. There was none. There was only a door that had no lock from the inside. There was a small hole at the top of the door that let air into the room, but it was too small to even stick anything worthwhile through, let alone a person.

After many minutes of panicking, trying to figure a way out, and pounding on the door, Sydney had given up and was now sitting bunched up in a corner. She didn't even have the disk anymore. They must have taken it from her when she was unconscious.

Sydney wondered what they were going to do with her. Torture her probably. Make her feel like hell until she confessed whatever they needed to know. That was what usually happened. Sydney laughed at herself. What kind of life was this when she already knew all about torture and had experienced it first hand? She was studying to become a teacher. Never in a million years did she ever think she would end up working as a double agent for the CIA. Then again, she might be neither if things went badly for her here.

She wondered whether Sloane would send a team out to look for her. Probably not. The man was a crude and ruthless person who only did things for his own gain. All Sydney could hope for is to get out of this alive so that she can avenge Danny's death. Danny. Her wonderful fiance that had been killed for knowing the supposed truth. Sydney didn't seem to have very good luck with guys. First Michael left, and then Danny was killed. All because of her. If she hadn't thought so much about her feelings and what she wanted, maybe none of this would have even happened. Sydney sighed.

At least the CIA would send a team to find her. Although She and Michael had issues, she knew he still cared about her and would make sure she came home safely. Besides he knows that if he doesn't do anything, Sydney's father would make his life a living hell.

Sydney pulled out of her thoughts as she heard the door start to open. She stood up and crossed her arms, preparing for what was to come.

"Hello Sydney. It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

"Who are you?"

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Vaughn's POV

Vaughn sat in his office staring at the many files that were piled on his desk. It was pretty early in the morning. He couldn't sleep last night because he was worrying about Sydney. He knew from the files that she was good at her job, but after knowing her for so long, Vaughn couldn't help but worry. He knew how his mother felt now whenever his dad had gone somewhere on a mission.

Sydney was supposed to check in any minute now. Vaughn tapped his pencil on the desk as he waited for confirmation. He looked up as he saw an agent walk into his office.

"Agent Vaughn, Agent Bristow wasn't on the plane that came from France and she has not contacted us with any changes in the operation. We have reason to believe that she is missing."

"What?" Vaughn jumped out of his chair in alarm.

"One of our correspondents in France was at the party Agent Bristow attended. He reported seeing her go up the stairs, but never saw her come back down. When he went upstairs to search for her, she was nowhere to be found."

Vaughn sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. "How could this have happened?"

Ignoring the agent, Vaughn rushed towards Devlin's office and opened the door without knocking.

Devlin looked up at Vaughn in surprise. "What can I do for you, Agent Vaughn?"

"I need to go to France."