Chapter Three: Flight
I awoke to the shrill ringing of my alarm clock at five thirty. I yawned and got out of my warm, inviting bed. I went to the bathroom, took a shower and splashed really cold water on my face.
There were huge bags under my eyes. I grabbed my huge compact of cover up and applied it. I put on the rest of my make-up and went back into my room. I knew that I shouldn't even sit on my bed. If I did, I would easily fall asleep and sleep until kingdom come.
I was about to put on a black shirt when Francie came into the room.
Francie: You're wearing THAT?
Me: Yes.
I was a little offended. I mean, who is she to judge me when she thinks that Will has good hair?
Francie: Oh, come on! Don't be an old maid, Syd!
Me: I'll have you know that I am twenty-eight years old! I am not an old maid.
Francie: You like this guy.
I tried to interrupt her there, but she ignored me.
Francie: You should dress a little differently, show a little more skin, Syd.
She held up a leather miniskirt to prove her point.
Me: He's seen me in less than that before. Believe me, he's seen a lot of skin.
Francie raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Francie: Oh, really. When?
I was blushing furiously.
Me: Eeew, FRANCIE! You have a dirty mind! He has sooo not seen me like that!
Francie smirked at my discomfort. She shrugged.
Francie: Maybe he wants to see you like that.
She smirked again. I would not let my face flush. I focused on my inner Irina. Mom would not blush. Mom would be observing, not speaking until the moment was perfect...And then, she would pounce on you, like a cat, jarring your senses with a blow that she knew would get to you. She knew this, of course, because she watched and waited and calculated for the right time and thing...she was not one to waste words.
Me: Francie, I can assure you that he does not think of me in that way or in any other related way.
Little did we know, that minutes earlier, Vaughn had woken up to images of me like that. He grudgingly admitted that to me months later.
Francie: Sure.
She paused. She picked up a white shiny dress with slits up to the top of my thighs.
Francie: How about this?
Me: No.
Francie was determined. She would find something for me, whether I liked it or not. She grabbed a rubber turquoise tube top and a fire engine red miniskirt. She searched the floor and found a hot pink leather duster. She grabbed a pair of six-inch clear stilettos. She finished the outfit with silver hoop earrings and a gold choker with a blue sapphire shaped like a raindrop the size of my ear.
Francie: This is soo you.
I looked skeptically at the clothes. I snorted.
Me: Yeah right. Francie, you are not a fashion designer. If you were, I'd listen to you.
Francie looked mad. She gave me a death glare.
Francie: You will wear this, or you will have to buy dinner for a year.
That shut me up. I was a super spy. I could kick her butt in more languages than she could know. I would deal with her later.
Me: Okay, fine.
I begrudgingly put the clothes on. Francie smiled. A few moments later, the doorbell rung.
Francie: Yay! I finally get to meet Mr. Picture Frame!
She went to open the door. She opened the door and a smiling, relaxed Vaughn stood there. In his arms, he held a steaming pizza box.
Vaughn: Joey's Pizza?
Me: Come on in! And you brought food!
I was giggling. Vaughn shrugged.
Vaughn: I owe you for getting me food yesterday. It was the least I could do.
Then it hit me.
Me: What about Mom?
Francie: What about your mom?
Vaughn: I left your dad to pick her up.
We smirked. Francie had a confused look on her face.
Francie: What? I thought that your mom was dead.
We turned around at the same time.
Me and Vaughn: She's not.
Francie: So this is the picture frame guy. He's hotter than I thought he'd be.
Vaughn blushed.
Francie: Yep, that man is one gorgeous man.
She paused.
Francie: Can I steal him from you, Syd?
Vaughn looked scared. He grabbed unto my arm for dear life.
Francie: That reminds me, we haven't been properly introduced.
Vaughn: I'm Michael Vaughn. I work with Sydney at the bank.
They shook hands.
Vaughn finally took a look at me. He doubled over, choking on the pizza. He regained control after a moment.
Vaughn: You look...Well...Amazing!
I blushed. I averted my eyes.
Me: Thanks.
Vaughn: You're welcome.
Me: Well, Fran, we've got to be going now. Bye.
I waved at Francie. I then grabbed Vaughn's hand firmly in my own, snatched the pizza box, and put it in Vaughn's other hand. I pulled him along while I grabbed my luggage. I then kicked the door open, getting a curious look from Francie, and dragged the baggage out the door.
A man stepped out of the limo. It was Weiss. He grabbed my bags and moved to put them in the trunk. I slammed the door open and slid in. Devlin greeted us.
Devlin: Agent Vaughn, Agent Bristow.
He nodded at us.
Devlin: Next time, Agent Bristow, I'd appreciate it if you wore more clothing. Just because you have a nice body doesn't mean that you have to go and show it off to Agent Vaughn here.
Vaughn: DEVLIN!
Devlin: Vaughn, wait, I'm not finished! You need to dress like you are not in a Britney Spears movie. You are too old for this costumery. Barbie dolls wear more clothing than you!
Me: Shut up, Devlin! You are not, nor have ever been my father. You have no control over me. You have absolutely no right to insult my wardrobe, I mean, you wear the same suit every single day! I've worn much less clothing for SD-6 missions.
Devlin: You were probably about to do what you did to Noah!
That struck a nerve. Vaughn flinched at the name. Typical, I thought. I understood the meaning beneath his words. He meant that I was a slut.
Me: Well...Well...YOU LIKE MY MOM!
I was a spy. There was no way that I couldn't pick up on this. Both Devlin and Sloane were in love with my mom. After saying that, I slapped Devlin so hard that he was knocked unconscious.
Vaughn and I moved to the back seat. Weiss came in a minute later.
Weiss: SYDNEY! What did you do to him?
Me: He got what he deserved.
That shut him up. He began driving. Vaughn and I ate pizza and laughed and watched TV. Weiss would drop Devlin off at HQ. We were going to meet up with Mom and Dad at the airport. Weiss dropped us off.
As we gathered our bags and left the car, I had a feeling that I would enjoy this trip very much.
TO BE CONTINUED................................
I awoke to the shrill ringing of my alarm clock at five thirty. I yawned and got out of my warm, inviting bed. I went to the bathroom, took a shower and splashed really cold water on my face.
There were huge bags under my eyes. I grabbed my huge compact of cover up and applied it. I put on the rest of my make-up and went back into my room. I knew that I shouldn't even sit on my bed. If I did, I would easily fall asleep and sleep until kingdom come.
I was about to put on a black shirt when Francie came into the room.
Francie: You're wearing THAT?
Me: Yes.
I was a little offended. I mean, who is she to judge me when she thinks that Will has good hair?
Francie: Oh, come on! Don't be an old maid, Syd!
Me: I'll have you know that I am twenty-eight years old! I am not an old maid.
Francie: You like this guy.
I tried to interrupt her there, but she ignored me.
Francie: You should dress a little differently, show a little more skin, Syd.
She held up a leather miniskirt to prove her point.
Me: He's seen me in less than that before. Believe me, he's seen a lot of skin.
Francie raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Francie: Oh, really. When?
I was blushing furiously.
Me: Eeew, FRANCIE! You have a dirty mind! He has sooo not seen me like that!
Francie smirked at my discomfort. She shrugged.
Francie: Maybe he wants to see you like that.
She smirked again. I would not let my face flush. I focused on my inner Irina. Mom would not blush. Mom would be observing, not speaking until the moment was perfect...And then, she would pounce on you, like a cat, jarring your senses with a blow that she knew would get to you. She knew this, of course, because she watched and waited and calculated for the right time and thing...she was not one to waste words.
Me: Francie, I can assure you that he does not think of me in that way or in any other related way.
Little did we know, that minutes earlier, Vaughn had woken up to images of me like that. He grudgingly admitted that to me months later.
Francie: Sure.
She paused. She picked up a white shiny dress with slits up to the top of my thighs.
Francie: How about this?
Me: No.
Francie was determined. She would find something for me, whether I liked it or not. She grabbed a rubber turquoise tube top and a fire engine red miniskirt. She searched the floor and found a hot pink leather duster. She grabbed a pair of six-inch clear stilettos. She finished the outfit with silver hoop earrings and a gold choker with a blue sapphire shaped like a raindrop the size of my ear.
Francie: This is soo you.
I looked skeptically at the clothes. I snorted.
Me: Yeah right. Francie, you are not a fashion designer. If you were, I'd listen to you.
Francie looked mad. She gave me a death glare.
Francie: You will wear this, or you will have to buy dinner for a year.
That shut me up. I was a super spy. I could kick her butt in more languages than she could know. I would deal with her later.
Me: Okay, fine.
I begrudgingly put the clothes on. Francie smiled. A few moments later, the doorbell rung.
Francie: Yay! I finally get to meet Mr. Picture Frame!
She went to open the door. She opened the door and a smiling, relaxed Vaughn stood there. In his arms, he held a steaming pizza box.
Vaughn: Joey's Pizza?
Me: Come on in! And you brought food!
I was giggling. Vaughn shrugged.
Vaughn: I owe you for getting me food yesterday. It was the least I could do.
Then it hit me.
Me: What about Mom?
Francie: What about your mom?
Vaughn: I left your dad to pick her up.
We smirked. Francie had a confused look on her face.
Francie: What? I thought that your mom was dead.
We turned around at the same time.
Me and Vaughn: She's not.
Francie: So this is the picture frame guy. He's hotter than I thought he'd be.
Vaughn blushed.
Francie: Yep, that man is one gorgeous man.
She paused.
Francie: Can I steal him from you, Syd?
Vaughn looked scared. He grabbed unto my arm for dear life.
Francie: That reminds me, we haven't been properly introduced.
Vaughn: I'm Michael Vaughn. I work with Sydney at the bank.
They shook hands.
Vaughn finally took a look at me. He doubled over, choking on the pizza. He regained control after a moment.
Vaughn: You look...Well...Amazing!
I blushed. I averted my eyes.
Me: Thanks.
Vaughn: You're welcome.
Me: Well, Fran, we've got to be going now. Bye.
I waved at Francie. I then grabbed Vaughn's hand firmly in my own, snatched the pizza box, and put it in Vaughn's other hand. I pulled him along while I grabbed my luggage. I then kicked the door open, getting a curious look from Francie, and dragged the baggage out the door.
A man stepped out of the limo. It was Weiss. He grabbed my bags and moved to put them in the trunk. I slammed the door open and slid in. Devlin greeted us.
Devlin: Agent Vaughn, Agent Bristow.
He nodded at us.
Devlin: Next time, Agent Bristow, I'd appreciate it if you wore more clothing. Just because you have a nice body doesn't mean that you have to go and show it off to Agent Vaughn here.
Vaughn: DEVLIN!
Devlin: Vaughn, wait, I'm not finished! You need to dress like you are not in a Britney Spears movie. You are too old for this costumery. Barbie dolls wear more clothing than you!
Me: Shut up, Devlin! You are not, nor have ever been my father. You have no control over me. You have absolutely no right to insult my wardrobe, I mean, you wear the same suit every single day! I've worn much less clothing for SD-6 missions.
Devlin: You were probably about to do what you did to Noah!
That struck a nerve. Vaughn flinched at the name. Typical, I thought. I understood the meaning beneath his words. He meant that I was a slut.
Me: Well...Well...YOU LIKE MY MOM!
I was a spy. There was no way that I couldn't pick up on this. Both Devlin and Sloane were in love with my mom. After saying that, I slapped Devlin so hard that he was knocked unconscious.
Vaughn and I moved to the back seat. Weiss came in a minute later.
Weiss: SYDNEY! What did you do to him?
Me: He got what he deserved.
That shut him up. He began driving. Vaughn and I ate pizza and laughed and watched TV. Weiss would drop Devlin off at HQ. We were going to meet up with Mom and Dad at the airport. Weiss dropped us off.
As we gathered our bags and left the car, I had a feeling that I would enjoy this trip very much.
TO BE CONTINUED................................