There was a surprising knock on the window and I bolted to an upright
position. It was Weiss. His voice was muffled though the window but I
could make out what he was saying.
"Hey, you two. Doesn't Kendall want you two guys in for the meeting too?"
"Yea, we were just, uh, talking." Michael opened the door slowly.
"Right, I talk a lot with my girlfriend too." Weiss said sarcastically. "How was dinner?"
"Fine. And we were just talking." Even when he was lying, Michael was just so sexy.
"Uh huh. Right. Come on." Weiss headed towards the entrance. We got out of the car and walked professionally towards the building. The last thing either of us needed was an angry Kendall.
When we stopped to open the door and I whispered nonchalantly into Michael's ear, "Thanks."
I could tell that he had shot a glance my way, but I kept walking. It took my escort a minute before he continued. I didn't turn back to wait for him. Too suspicious.
As I walked through the rotunda of the building, I felt a presence on my left side. It was my father.
"Glad to see you, Sydney." My father said.
"You too. Any idea on what this is about?" I asked.
"Helix." His answer was short.
I followed in the direction that he was walking and before I knew it, I was in the conference rooms. There was a fuzzy picture on the screen and two people were in it. One of the people I recognized as Sark but the other was in a shadow. (AN: For some reason that sentence does not make any sense!)
I took a seat at the table and looked around the room. Weiss, Morse and a few other Agents I recognized, but there were some unfamiliar faces. Kendall was standing in front of the large monitor, and was waiting for our attention.
"This picture was taken late Tuesday night." The room got silent as Kendall was talking. "A street camera in East L.A. took a picture of this van on the corner on 11th and Hunter Street. Mr. Sark is in the van as well. The unknown person with Mr. Sark was seen getting out of the van. We are taking measures to insure all CIA employees and their safety. Therefore, all of you who have made contact with Mr. Sark will be relocated temporarily and the majority of everyone else will have to follow some brief guide lines until Mr. Sark and his accomplices are in custody." He went on. "The manila folders you have contain your plan. Any questions, then see myself."
I knew this couldn't be good. Worried faces we scanning through folders followed by groans and moans. Sark and I had made contact more then once, and I knew I was going to be relocated along with a certain someone. Or maybe a certain someone and some others.
A hand was placed on my shoulder. "I think you will be happy with the arrangements you have. If things couldn't work out here, then maybe they should work out somewhere else. You never know." My father actually seemed somewhat compassionate. What was I saying? The very man who I blew up at earlier now wanted my life to be nice? Yeah, right. My father moved on to talk to Kendall. I starred at his back.
"So, where are you going?" Weiss's voice became louder as he come closer.
"Mmmm...not sure. I haven't checked yet."
"What? Sydney, not on top of things? Wow!" Weiss murmured.
"Lay off her man, she's been going through a lot lately." Vaughn's voice came out of nowhere.
"We all have." I thought he was finished, but he continued as he looked through his folder, "I'm going to Norfolk."
"Damn it." Vaughn said.
"Why?" Both Weiss and I said simultaneously.
"Guess where I'm going?" He said sarcastically.
"France?" I offered.
"No, Norfolk." Vaughn sounded mad, yet relieved. I chuckled. Weiss slapped him on the back.
"Yeah, man! Score one for me, I'm not a loner with no friends." Even Michael had a laugh out of that one.
"I'm going, at least if I'm going somewhere," I said, scanning my folder. "Norfolk." What my father had said had been true, I was happy with the arrangements.
I exchanged a smile with Michael and Weiss continued reading his folder. "Oh lets see, roommates...moved...old apartment burned down...married?!?!" We were all astounded by that piece of information.
"Who's mar, when, wait who was married?" Michael stuttered out that question.
"Yeah, right, me and Syd or me and you. You and Syd. Maybe I am a loner with no friends." Weiss walked off in a daze.
"Hey, you two. Doesn't Kendall want you two guys in for the meeting too?"
"Yea, we were just, uh, talking." Michael opened the door slowly.
"Right, I talk a lot with my girlfriend too." Weiss said sarcastically. "How was dinner?"
"Fine. And we were just talking." Even when he was lying, Michael was just so sexy.
"Uh huh. Right. Come on." Weiss headed towards the entrance. We got out of the car and walked professionally towards the building. The last thing either of us needed was an angry Kendall.
When we stopped to open the door and I whispered nonchalantly into Michael's ear, "Thanks."
I could tell that he had shot a glance my way, but I kept walking. It took my escort a minute before he continued. I didn't turn back to wait for him. Too suspicious.
As I walked through the rotunda of the building, I felt a presence on my left side. It was my father.
"Glad to see you, Sydney." My father said.
"You too. Any idea on what this is about?" I asked.
"Helix." His answer was short.
I followed in the direction that he was walking and before I knew it, I was in the conference rooms. There was a fuzzy picture on the screen and two people were in it. One of the people I recognized as Sark but the other was in a shadow. (AN: For some reason that sentence does not make any sense!)
I took a seat at the table and looked around the room. Weiss, Morse and a few other Agents I recognized, but there were some unfamiliar faces. Kendall was standing in front of the large monitor, and was waiting for our attention.
"This picture was taken late Tuesday night." The room got silent as Kendall was talking. "A street camera in East L.A. took a picture of this van on the corner on 11th and Hunter Street. Mr. Sark is in the van as well. The unknown person with Mr. Sark was seen getting out of the van. We are taking measures to insure all CIA employees and their safety. Therefore, all of you who have made contact with Mr. Sark will be relocated temporarily and the majority of everyone else will have to follow some brief guide lines until Mr. Sark and his accomplices are in custody." He went on. "The manila folders you have contain your plan. Any questions, then see myself."
I knew this couldn't be good. Worried faces we scanning through folders followed by groans and moans. Sark and I had made contact more then once, and I knew I was going to be relocated along with a certain someone. Or maybe a certain someone and some others.
A hand was placed on my shoulder. "I think you will be happy with the arrangements you have. If things couldn't work out here, then maybe they should work out somewhere else. You never know." My father actually seemed somewhat compassionate. What was I saying? The very man who I blew up at earlier now wanted my life to be nice? Yeah, right. My father moved on to talk to Kendall. I starred at his back.
"So, where are you going?" Weiss's voice became louder as he come closer.
"Mmmm...not sure. I haven't checked yet."
"What? Sydney, not on top of things? Wow!" Weiss murmured.
"Lay off her man, she's been going through a lot lately." Vaughn's voice came out of nowhere.
"We all have." I thought he was finished, but he continued as he looked through his folder, "I'm going to Norfolk."
"Damn it." Vaughn said.
"Why?" Both Weiss and I said simultaneously.
"Guess where I'm going?" He said sarcastically.
"France?" I offered.
"No, Norfolk." Vaughn sounded mad, yet relieved. I chuckled. Weiss slapped him on the back.
"Yeah, man! Score one for me, I'm not a loner with no friends." Even Michael had a laugh out of that one.
"I'm going, at least if I'm going somewhere," I said, scanning my folder. "Norfolk." What my father had said had been true, I was happy with the arrangements.
I exchanged a smile with Michael and Weiss continued reading his folder. "Oh lets see, roommates...moved...old apartment burned down...married?!?!" We were all astounded by that piece of information.
"Who's mar, when, wait who was married?" Michael stuttered out that question.
"Yeah, right, me and Syd or me and you. You and Syd. Maybe I am a loner with no friends." Weiss walked off in a daze.