Here's chapter 11...luckily, I got a chance to update sooner than I thought. Well, I have to apologize... I'm not good at writing action stuff, so I kind of skimmed over that part in this chapter... I hope that doesn't make everybody mad :( Also, the below assumes that none of the events in Phase One really happened, although I borrowed the very very basic general idea. Not that I didn't love Phase One (BECAUSE I REALLY REALLY REALLY DID). But it just didn't fit in with the timeline/plot of my story :) Read and review! I've really appreciated the reviews I've gotten so far!!
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Chapter 11: Over
She couldn't go with us, and it was killing me. Sydney's doctors had insisted she stay off her feet, and no amount of arguing on her part could convince them otherwise. While she was stuck in a hospital bed, her body still weak and recovering despite her loud and opinionated protests, our team was going in to take down the organization that had made her life a living Hell.
She deserved to be there.
Not that I wasn't perfectly happy to take her place. I had plenty of pent-up hostility towards SD-6 and the Alliance, almost entirely for the pain that they had caused Sydney over the years. There were no words for what I wanted to do to Arvin Sloane. All I can say is that it wouldn't be pretty.
I had kept my hostilities bottled up over the past years, though, for Sydney's sake. I knew that someone needed to stay detached—keep a clear head. And as hard as it was sometimes, she needed that person to be me.
I was anything but detached now, though, and I realized as I tightened my bulletproof vest and fastened my gun holster to my side that it was going to feel damn good to take out my anger on Sloane, and on those who had known about SD-6's deception from the beginning.
And it was going to feel even better to wrap my arms around Sydney and tell her that it was all over.
I sighed nervously, feeling the adrenaline building in my body as our team tensed, waiting for the word from Kendall to begin our attack on Credit Dauphine.
The majority of SD-6 employees would not fight back, we knew. Most of them were desk workers. The ones that we'd have to worry about were the field agents, and those select few who knew the truth about SD-6. The field agents would fight back, because they believed that they were defending the CIA—the country. The others would fight back to keep their dirty secret.
I heard Kendall's voice in my ear, and we moved forward as one, rushing the SD-6 offices.
We took out the guards first, then focused our attention on those field agents, Dixon included, who had been fast enough to react to our sudden entrance. Several agents in our team had moved immediately to Sloane's office, refusing to allow the man any chance of escape.
As I crouched at the other end of the room, my gun trained at the SD-6 employees lying captive on the ground, I could see my team members press Sloane's head fiercely against his desk as they read him his rights and cuffed him. I wanted to be in there with them. So badly it hurt. I wanted to show Sloane exactly how he had hurt Sydney. I wanted him to feel that pain. And I realized suddenly that it was probably good I wasn't in that room with him.
Because I would have killed him without a second thought.
I shook that thought off, not exactly sure if it was true, and not wanting to find out.
The raid was over more quickly than I could have imagined. Tearing my eyes away from Sloane, I watched, almost in awe, as person after person was led out of the building, hands cuffed behind their backs. It was depressing. Most of those people probably thought that they had been captured by some rogue terrorist organization. Who else would deliberately raid an office of the CIA?
I frowned, realizing that the truth they would soon learn would be even harder for them to bear.
They had been deceived. Their families had been lied to. Their trust had been betrayed. For the first time, I felt like I could truly understand how Sydney had felt when she found out the truth—that her life had been a lie.
I stood, stretching stiff legs as the last of the SD-6 employees were led from the building. I surveyed the damage that surrounded me. My eyes fell again upon Arvin Sloane, surrounded by five agents, as he was lead out the door to a waiting vehicle.
I felt my chest swell with sudden pride as I watched Sloane's retreating figure, satisfied that I had finally done something I had always wanted to do for Sydney—I had taken away the source of her pain.
My eyes moved from Sloane, and I noticed Weiss approaching me from across the room, a smile plastered across his face.
"Hey, man," he greeted me. I returned his smile.
"It's over," I said.
"Looks that way. I just got off the phone with Kendall, and all of the Alliance cells have been taken. I nodded, and we stood in silence, appreciating the moment.
"How long do we need to be here?" I asked finally. Weiss grinned at me.
"You're pathetic," he said, chuckling.
"What?" I asked, confused at his comment.
"You can't wait to see her, can you?" He replied, rolling his eyes.
I blushed, knowing he was right.
"She's so got you whipped, Mike," Weiss said, pretending to be disgusted. I nodded, realizing that my feelings for Sydney were—and always had been—too obvious to hide.
"Yeah… she really does," I chuckled.
"Go on," Weiss muttered, waving me off with his hand. "Get out of here."
I hesitated. "Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah…" Weiss grumbled. "I'll cover for you." He paused, and his voice turned serious. "Sydney deserves to know that this is over." He gestured to what remained of SD-6 headquarters.
"Thanks, Eric. I owe you one." I said, heading to the door.
"Yeah, yeah... you owe me more like twenty." Weiss muttered.
"I'll make it up to you, buddy," I called over my shoulder. "Maybe Sydney can hook you up with Francie."
Weiss visibly perked up at my words, and I chuckled as the door slammed shut behind me. I was feeling better than I had in two years.
It was over.
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Yippee! Ding, dong, SD-6 is gone. I'm sensing the end of this story soon... but it's still hard to tell yet... please let me know what you thought about this chapter, and if you have any ideas on what I should do next, I'm always open to hearing them. My email is adele1013@email.com.
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Chapter 11: Over
She couldn't go with us, and it was killing me. Sydney's doctors had insisted she stay off her feet, and no amount of arguing on her part could convince them otherwise. While she was stuck in a hospital bed, her body still weak and recovering despite her loud and opinionated protests, our team was going in to take down the organization that had made her life a living Hell.
She deserved to be there.
Not that I wasn't perfectly happy to take her place. I had plenty of pent-up hostility towards SD-6 and the Alliance, almost entirely for the pain that they had caused Sydney over the years. There were no words for what I wanted to do to Arvin Sloane. All I can say is that it wouldn't be pretty.
I had kept my hostilities bottled up over the past years, though, for Sydney's sake. I knew that someone needed to stay detached—keep a clear head. And as hard as it was sometimes, she needed that person to be me.
I was anything but detached now, though, and I realized as I tightened my bulletproof vest and fastened my gun holster to my side that it was going to feel damn good to take out my anger on Sloane, and on those who had known about SD-6's deception from the beginning.
And it was going to feel even better to wrap my arms around Sydney and tell her that it was all over.
I sighed nervously, feeling the adrenaline building in my body as our team tensed, waiting for the word from Kendall to begin our attack on Credit Dauphine.
The majority of SD-6 employees would not fight back, we knew. Most of them were desk workers. The ones that we'd have to worry about were the field agents, and those select few who knew the truth about SD-6. The field agents would fight back, because they believed that they were defending the CIA—the country. The others would fight back to keep their dirty secret.
I heard Kendall's voice in my ear, and we moved forward as one, rushing the SD-6 offices.
We took out the guards first, then focused our attention on those field agents, Dixon included, who had been fast enough to react to our sudden entrance. Several agents in our team had moved immediately to Sloane's office, refusing to allow the man any chance of escape.
As I crouched at the other end of the room, my gun trained at the SD-6 employees lying captive on the ground, I could see my team members press Sloane's head fiercely against his desk as they read him his rights and cuffed him. I wanted to be in there with them. So badly it hurt. I wanted to show Sloane exactly how he had hurt Sydney. I wanted him to feel that pain. And I realized suddenly that it was probably good I wasn't in that room with him.
Because I would have killed him without a second thought.
I shook that thought off, not exactly sure if it was true, and not wanting to find out.
The raid was over more quickly than I could have imagined. Tearing my eyes away from Sloane, I watched, almost in awe, as person after person was led out of the building, hands cuffed behind their backs. It was depressing. Most of those people probably thought that they had been captured by some rogue terrorist organization. Who else would deliberately raid an office of the CIA?
I frowned, realizing that the truth they would soon learn would be even harder for them to bear.
They had been deceived. Their families had been lied to. Their trust had been betrayed. For the first time, I felt like I could truly understand how Sydney had felt when she found out the truth—that her life had been a lie.
I stood, stretching stiff legs as the last of the SD-6 employees were led from the building. I surveyed the damage that surrounded me. My eyes fell again upon Arvin Sloane, surrounded by five agents, as he was lead out the door to a waiting vehicle.
I felt my chest swell with sudden pride as I watched Sloane's retreating figure, satisfied that I had finally done something I had always wanted to do for Sydney—I had taken away the source of her pain.
My eyes moved from Sloane, and I noticed Weiss approaching me from across the room, a smile plastered across his face.
"Hey, man," he greeted me. I returned his smile.
"It's over," I said.
"Looks that way. I just got off the phone with Kendall, and all of the Alliance cells have been taken. I nodded, and we stood in silence, appreciating the moment.
"How long do we need to be here?" I asked finally. Weiss grinned at me.
"You're pathetic," he said, chuckling.
"What?" I asked, confused at his comment.
"You can't wait to see her, can you?" He replied, rolling his eyes.
I blushed, knowing he was right.
"She's so got you whipped, Mike," Weiss said, pretending to be disgusted. I nodded, realizing that my feelings for Sydney were—and always had been—too obvious to hide.
"Yeah… she really does," I chuckled.
"Go on," Weiss muttered, waving me off with his hand. "Get out of here."
I hesitated. "Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah…" Weiss grumbled. "I'll cover for you." He paused, and his voice turned serious. "Sydney deserves to know that this is over." He gestured to what remained of SD-6 headquarters.
"Thanks, Eric. I owe you one." I said, heading to the door.
"Yeah, yeah... you owe me more like twenty." Weiss muttered.
"I'll make it up to you, buddy," I called over my shoulder. "Maybe Sydney can hook you up with Francie."
Weiss visibly perked up at my words, and I chuckled as the door slammed shut behind me. I was feeling better than I had in two years.
It was over.
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Yippee! Ding, dong, SD-6 is gone. I'm sensing the end of this story soon... but it's still hard to tell yet... please let me know what you thought about this chapter, and if you have any ideas on what I should do next, I'm always open to hearing them. My email is adele1013@email.com.
