Branches
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1, Star Gate and Alias no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
"Sydney!" Vaughn exclaimed and both he and Teal'c rushed to the balcony. The thick cover of night made it hard to see what was going on, but the diluted light shinning through other guest's pulled curtains revealed the shadowy form of Sydney, a floor lower than she should've been.
"Sydney, are you all right?" Vaughn asked pressing his hand on his ear piece.
"Yeah. I think I caught on something"
"You caught on ME" they heard Cassi respond, "Hurry up and get on to the balcony so I can let go!"
"You're holding her up?" Vaughn asked, shocked.
"Agent Vaughn, what is happening?" Murry asked from beside him.
"Sydney's rope caught on Cassi's. I think"
"May I make use of your communication device?" Vaughn grabbed one from the desk in the room.
"Cassi?" the man sounded concerned.....Vaughn thought. His tone didn't change much.
"Murry?" Cassi's voice sounded a bit strained.
"Are you holding Agent Bristo?"
"Yep"
"Can she move when you do so?" Vaughn gave him an odd look. What were they talking about?
"She's working on it"
"Is it very difficult?" Only a grunt answered.
"Your father will be unhappy with me. As will Dr. Fraiser" Another grunt was all he got, "I will prepare proper nutrition"
"There's money in my pack. In the laser pocket" was the response this time. Vaughn couldn't believe she was going to be hungry after that gigantic meal she had eaten just a couple hours before. "Murry" dashed into their room and returned again. Vaughn felt helpless, just waiting for some kind of news.
"I must procure food for Cassi. Will you be able to assist them without me?" he asked. Vaughn nodded an affirmative.
"I shall return swiftly, Agent Vaughn" he said and was gone. Unable to see any thing else below, Vaughn returned to his "look out" post.
"Sydney's on the balcony" Cassi said quietly in his ear, "I'm decending"
Below, Cassi safely reached the correct blacony and Sydney pulled her on. The CIA agent pulled up the end of her rope which had been completely severed.
"What did this catch on?" she hissed, knowing full well she should be a splatter on the pavement far below.
"Never mind" Cassi brushed it aside, "Is he in there?" Sydney let the rope go and held a hand held heat detector to the window.
"Yes. He's in the bed. But I don't know if he's asleep or not" she answered quietly. Cassi closed her eyes, as if listening, for just a second.
"He is" she informed her partner and went to slide the door open. It was locked. She smirked at Sydney.
"Guess he wasn't expecting us" she said. Sydney shook her head with a slightly bemused smile. She wondered if O'Neill would have a comment for every situation they got into. The girl knelt by the lock and then slid the door open. Sydney nearly gaped.
"You must be the fastest pick ever" she complimented her.
You've no idea! she heard, but wasn't sure Cassi had spoken. She brushed it aside as they moved into the room. Niether spoke as Sydney pulled the "mascara" out. She was surprised when Kolsaki didn't even flinch when she pushed the needle through his skin. She was thinking this whole mission had been far too easy when they retreated to the balcony.
"How am I going to get back up?" she asked, more of herself than of Cassi, while examining the useless harness.
"Take mine" Cassi said, handing her the equipment.
"Then how are you going to get back up?" Sydney asked.
"I'll climb" the girl answered, rearranging herself to carry the broken harness they couldn't risk leaving behind. Sydeny looked up the building dubiously. Other than the balconies, which were about 6 feet above each other and a good ten feet apart, the walls were perfectly smooth.
"You'll CLIMB?" Cassi gave her an exasperated look, shoving her harness into Sydney.
"Just go!" she hissed. Sydeny suited up and started pulling herself up, with the mechanic aid of her harness. Vaughn helped pull her over the saftey rail just as the door opened and Murry came back in, his arms full of several containers. They both turned back around to watch as their strange Air Force attache balanced on the rail of a balcony and leapt up to the next one, pulled herself up almost silently onto that on and repeated the procedure until she reached their balcony and the agents pulled her to safety. She stood a little wobbly, and breathing hard. Her friend looked at her for a moment.
"You're father will be most displeased" was all he said. Cassi just smiled, moving her head as if she were talking. Murry straightened his shoulders and raised a brow that disappeared beneath the hat he never seemed to take off. Cass had removed all of her gear and gave it to Vaughn. She took a step and stumbled. Sydeny caught her, but Murry was close.
"You have overextended yourself" he stated, helping her to the chair and table where he had deposited her food. She hungril dug into the menagerei of dishes.
"I didn't overextend myself" she told him through a mouth of mashed potatoes and swiss meatballs, "I did it physically, that last part"
"Is there any other way to do it?" Vaughn asked as he and Sydney stored their gear. Niether attache responded. Murry joined them on the balcony.
"What will be our objective tomorrow?" he asked.
"Make sure the tracker works, then follow him" Sydney answered. They all turned at the sound of crashing stierafoam. Cass had fallen asleep, all the food gone.
"Guess she was tired" Vaughn commented. Murry collected his "charge" from the chair.
"You will dispose of the containers?"
"Sure, no problem" Vaughn answered. Murry carried Cass back to their room. Sydney watched from around the corner as he stripped her to her tank top and pants and then slid her beneath the covers.
"Tik?" she murmered sleepily.
"Hush. Sleep" he responded, pulling the switch on the light.
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1, Star Gate and Alias no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
"Sydney!" Vaughn exclaimed and both he and Teal'c rushed to the balcony. The thick cover of night made it hard to see what was going on, but the diluted light shinning through other guest's pulled curtains revealed the shadowy form of Sydney, a floor lower than she should've been.
"Sydney, are you all right?" Vaughn asked pressing his hand on his ear piece.
"Yeah. I think I caught on something"
"You caught on ME" they heard Cassi respond, "Hurry up and get on to the balcony so I can let go!"
"You're holding her up?" Vaughn asked, shocked.
"Agent Vaughn, what is happening?" Murry asked from beside him.
"Sydney's rope caught on Cassi's. I think"
"May I make use of your communication device?" Vaughn grabbed one from the desk in the room.
"Cassi?" the man sounded concerned.....Vaughn thought. His tone didn't change much.
"Murry?" Cassi's voice sounded a bit strained.
"Are you holding Agent Bristo?"
"Yep"
"Can she move when you do so?" Vaughn gave him an odd look. What were they talking about?
"She's working on it"
"Is it very difficult?" Only a grunt answered.
"Your father will be unhappy with me. As will Dr. Fraiser" Another grunt was all he got, "I will prepare proper nutrition"
"There's money in my pack. In the laser pocket" was the response this time. Vaughn couldn't believe she was going to be hungry after that gigantic meal she had eaten just a couple hours before. "Murry" dashed into their room and returned again. Vaughn felt helpless, just waiting for some kind of news.
"I must procure food for Cassi. Will you be able to assist them without me?" he asked. Vaughn nodded an affirmative.
"I shall return swiftly, Agent Vaughn" he said and was gone. Unable to see any thing else below, Vaughn returned to his "look out" post.
"Sydney's on the balcony" Cassi said quietly in his ear, "I'm decending"
Below, Cassi safely reached the correct blacony and Sydney pulled her on. The CIA agent pulled up the end of her rope which had been completely severed.
"What did this catch on?" she hissed, knowing full well she should be a splatter on the pavement far below.
"Never mind" Cassi brushed it aside, "Is he in there?" Sydney let the rope go and held a hand held heat detector to the window.
"Yes. He's in the bed. But I don't know if he's asleep or not" she answered quietly. Cassi closed her eyes, as if listening, for just a second.
"He is" she informed her partner and went to slide the door open. It was locked. She smirked at Sydney.
"Guess he wasn't expecting us" she said. Sydney shook her head with a slightly bemused smile. She wondered if O'Neill would have a comment for every situation they got into. The girl knelt by the lock and then slid the door open. Sydney nearly gaped.
"You must be the fastest pick ever" she complimented her.
You've no idea! she heard, but wasn't sure Cassi had spoken. She brushed it aside as they moved into the room. Niether spoke as Sydney pulled the "mascara" out. She was surprised when Kolsaki didn't even flinch when she pushed the needle through his skin. She was thinking this whole mission had been far too easy when they retreated to the balcony.
"How am I going to get back up?" she asked, more of herself than of Cassi, while examining the useless harness.
"Take mine" Cassi said, handing her the equipment.
"Then how are you going to get back up?" Sydney asked.
"I'll climb" the girl answered, rearranging herself to carry the broken harness they couldn't risk leaving behind. Sydeny looked up the building dubiously. Other than the balconies, which were about 6 feet above each other and a good ten feet apart, the walls were perfectly smooth.
"You'll CLIMB?" Cassi gave her an exasperated look, shoving her harness into Sydney.
"Just go!" she hissed. Sydeny suited up and started pulling herself up, with the mechanic aid of her harness. Vaughn helped pull her over the saftey rail just as the door opened and Murry came back in, his arms full of several containers. They both turned back around to watch as their strange Air Force attache balanced on the rail of a balcony and leapt up to the next one, pulled herself up almost silently onto that on and repeated the procedure until she reached their balcony and the agents pulled her to safety. She stood a little wobbly, and breathing hard. Her friend looked at her for a moment.
"You're father will be most displeased" was all he said. Cassi just smiled, moving her head as if she were talking. Murry straightened his shoulders and raised a brow that disappeared beneath the hat he never seemed to take off. Cass had removed all of her gear and gave it to Vaughn. She took a step and stumbled. Sydeny caught her, but Murry was close.
"You have overextended yourself" he stated, helping her to the chair and table where he had deposited her food. She hungril dug into the menagerei of dishes.
"I didn't overextend myself" she told him through a mouth of mashed potatoes and swiss meatballs, "I did it physically, that last part"
"Is there any other way to do it?" Vaughn asked as he and Sydney stored their gear. Niether attache responded. Murry joined them on the balcony.
"What will be our objective tomorrow?" he asked.
"Make sure the tracker works, then follow him" Sydney answered. They all turned at the sound of crashing stierafoam. Cass had fallen asleep, all the food gone.
"Guess she was tired" Vaughn commented. Murry collected his "charge" from the chair.
"You will dispose of the containers?"
"Sure, no problem" Vaughn answered. Murry carried Cass back to their room. Sydney watched from around the corner as he stripped her to her tank top and pants and then slid her beneath the covers.
"Tik?" she murmered sleepily.
"Hush. Sleep" he responded, pulling the switch on the light.
