Mental Break
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Written By Secret Agent Girl and Jennifer ~
Alternating Chapters
When a young woman is discovered to be the key to the Rambaldi mystery, she is suddenly taken deep into a world that she has nearly forgotten; one filled with mental games and the most complex mystery to ever surface. She knows it all. If only she could remember.
Chapter Four: SAG
4.
She leaned against the cushioned airplane seats, thankful that for once the CIA had splurged for a comfortable plane. She sighed deeply as she ran a hand through her hair, trying to clear her mind and relax; hoping the headache would leave on its own.
How had things gotten so screwed up? Just two years ago she had been a young graduate student. She was dating a wonderful guy, a doctor even. She had great friends. She was working for people and thought she was making a difference in the world (for the better not worse). Everything was great. Yeah, her relationship with her father wasn't the greatest, but that can sometimes happen when your mother dies when you are only 6.
Now, she was sitting on a plane, going after said mother, trying to stop her from destroying someone else's life and bringing about the works of a man who had died 500 years before.
He looked up from the report in front of him and watched as she collapsed against the seat. He knew every part of this mission was being help on a personal level for her and it broke his heart to see her so distressed.
He stood up and walked over to her, collapsing in the seat next to her and slipping his hand around hers as it rested on the arm rest.
"You ok?" He asked softly, shaking her out of her reservoir.
"Hmm? Yeah. It's just…" She trailed off as she closed her eyes and sighed.
"Just what?" he prodded, lightly running his thumb over her hand.
"My mom, Sloane, this whole thing. I just want it to be over with." She leaned deep into the cushions and turned her face to face him. "I want to finish this."
"I know." Vaughn sighed as he leaned back to be eye level with her.
"When this is all over, I want to just, get away from this all. Like take a leave of absence and go someplace I've never been."
"Yeah? Like where?"
"New Hampshire."
"New Hampshire?" He laughed lightly. "You've never been?"
"Nope. Francie has family there, like a hour outside of Boston, and she loves it and I've always meant to go, but with work I never could. Apparently its nice there."
"Well, when this is over maybe you and I could…"
"Sydney." Vaughn was cut off as Jack approached and sat down opposite them.
The two instantly sat up straighter and unclasped their hands as Jack began to lay out the plan for their arrival.
"Do we know where the train was headed?" Vaughn asked as he flitered in all the new information.
"Morocco. Casablanca to be exact." Jack replied.
"What could they possibly want there?" Sydney questioned as she ran through every possibility in her head.
"That seems to be the million dollar question." Jack replied as he watched his daughter sigh again and sag back into the seat. "We shouldn't be there for another few hours or so. Why don't you get some sleep." He suggested as Sydney nodded and he stood making his way back to his seat.
"Your dad is right Syd, get some sleep." Vaughn coerced as he stood, brushing his hand across hers softly as he made his way back towards Jack.
Sydney nodded and pushed back her chair, pulling the pillow to lean against the window. Closing her eyes she was surprised at how fast she drifted off to sleep.
Images whirled around in her head, playing across her eyelids like a film playing on fast forward. She could feel the cold around her, the touch on her skin as the cool fingers raked though her hair, across her cheek. Every touch was flared across her skin, igniting it and cooling it all at the same time. The cool voice chilled her to her very core. Everything about the images was unsettling.
The woman began to pull at the blindfold. Unfolding it from her eyes. Her fingers playing across her cheek were cold and sent shivers down her spine. She jumped at the feel of them on her wrist.
"Rambaldi."
"Your real name."
"Rachele… Rachele Milia Rambaldi."
"Regression therapy…painless…I've gone through it."
The fingers reached over to her again and gripped her arm.
Sydney bolted up in her chair, sweat pouring down her face as she felt a hand fall on her wrist.
"Syd? Are you ok?" Vaughn's eyes were full of concern as he looked at her.
"I know what she wants."
TBC…
Sorry for the major delay…life got in the way!
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