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The Death of Sydney Bristow
"Any word from Mountaineer?" Agent Michael Vaughn asked his friend Agent Eric Weiss.
"Nope, sorry Vaughn."
"Jesus, she should have checked in by now," Vaughn said, frantically running a hand threw his hair. "How long since we were last in contact with Sydney?"
"Twelve hours," Weiss responded grimly.
"Agent Vaughn. I think you should listen to this." Vaughn went up to the computer assigned to Agent Patricia Kenmore. "I accidentally stumbled on this transmission between two police officers in Sweet Water, Nebraska." Vaughn froze. Sweet Water was the City where Sydney's mission was.
"Play it," Vaughn ordered, but not really wanting to hear it.
"This is C-241 requesting the presence of an ambulance, over."
"Copy that C-241, what is your situation?"
"I'm located on Demark Avenue. I've got a young Caucasian female who has been shot. Looks like an attempted robbery. She has no identification."
"Rescue is on its way, over and out."
"C-241 over and out." The radio turned to static. Vaughn remained motionless. To any other beholder the transmission would mean nothing. Nothing but a daily transmission of a fatal robbery attempt. However, Sydney's drop off point was located on Demark Avenue, and the fact that female had been found there murdered was too much of a coincidence for Vaughn.
"Agent Kendall," Vaughn called to the FBI agent. Kendall approached Vaughn.
"What do you have?" he asked.
"We have reason to believe that Agent Bristow may be in trouble. I think we should go to Sweet Water and make sure she's alright."
"And what are you basing this on, Agent Vaughn?" Vaughn told Agent Kenmore to play the recording again.
"I think the women is Agent Bristow. The attack happened at the place of the drop off," Vaughn explained.
"Agent Kenmore, what time did this transmission take place?" Kendall asked ignoring Vaughn.
"9:23 p.m., Sir."
"Thank you," Kendall said, and began to walk away, but Vaughn grabbed his arm.
"What about Sydney?" Vaughn inquired.
"We have no evidence that anything has happened to Agent Bristow. The evidence that the recording presents is not sufficient enough to risk Agent Bristow's life. Speaking that this mission is for Sloane and not for the CIA, sending in a team would raise too much suspicion." Kendall paused. "Furthermore, Agent Vaughn, the time sequence, if you have cared to notice, does not match. Sydney Bristow was scheduled to make the drop off at 10:05 p.m. This does not put Agent Bristow at the scene of the shooting."
"But Sydney has not checked in for twelve hours," Vaughn argued.
"You know as well as I do, Agent Vaughn, that many different scenarios could have arisen. She may have not have had a chance to leave the sight of her partner in time to check in." Kendall gave Vaughn a hard stare. "My advice to you Agent Vaughn, is to not let your emotions get in the way of your logic." Leaving his words for Vaughn to ponder, Kendall left.
Vaughn slammed on the desk, frustrated by Kendall's stubbornness, and was soon approached by Jack Bristow.
"Have you heard from her yet?" he asked.
"No, Mr. Bristow, nothing." Vaughn could tell from his expression that he was worried.
"What does Kendall have to say about the lack of contact from Sydney?"
"He's not worried. I want to get someone out there, just to investigate."
Jack Bristow thought for a minute. "I've got a contact we can use. He works in the police department. Since it's too dangerous to send agents in, we'll inquire secretly."
"Agent Bristow, Agent Vaughn," Agent Kenmore called. They both rushed to her computer. "Look at this." She stopped apparent video footage so that they had a view of a grocery store that was closed. A trashcan sat next a light post, the only source of light in the whole footage.
"This was taken by the bank on the opposite side of the street," Agent Kenmore explained. "Apparently they have outside video cameras."
The next second a woman entered the screen. She was still in the dark portion of the shot, but it was apparent that she was young and had dark hair. She also seemed to be carrying a manila envelope. The next second, she was in the light. Vaughn could recognize her features exactly. It was Sydney. He watched as she walked over to the trashcan slowly, and placed the manila envelope inside. She began to walk away, but she was stopped. A man had jumped out of the shadows, a gun in his hand.
Sydney didn't waste an instant. A quick kick and the gun went flying. She stayed in a fighting stance, prepared for hand-to-hand combat, but the masked man had something else in mind. He reached into his pocket and withdrew another gun, and fired. Sydney stumbled backwards, and he fired again. Sydney hit the ground with a sickening thud, and the shooter grabbed the first gun and ran into the shadows of the night.