After dinner Sydney and Hayden started back toward their room. As they
stepped onto the elevator, Hayden was suddenly reminded of the night's
secondary objective: the Security Office. As they stood in the elevator
waiting for the doors to close, Hayden leaned in close to Sydney. Knowing
that there was a camera watching him, he acted as if he were trying to kiss
her neck, but instead began to whisper in her ear.
"Security Office." Was all he said, but Sydney knew immediately what he meant. She reached out and pushed the two buttons for the floors underneath the lobby.
"Oops." She cried before hitting the button for their actual floor. As she had hoped the elevator went down first and stopped at the first underground floor. Hayden stepped off the elevator as if he hadn't noticed which floor they were on. He quickly scanned the hallway before Sydney pulled him back in. "No honey this isn't our floor." She said grabbing his arm.
"Oh, really." He slurred.
When the elevator stopped on the next floor down, Hayden again exited the car and glanced around. This time he saw two security guards standing outside a door.
"Honey, I think you've had too much to drink." Sydney said as she again pulled him back into the car.
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"No I'm going in alone. I'll need you here to time the camera's." Sydney was tired of arguing with him. She'd had too much wine, and too little sleep to be fighting over who got to break in to the security office.
"Let's at least open up Sark's package. Maybe we won't need to break in." Hayden said pulling the envelope from his pocket.
"Fine." Sydney said grabbing it from his hand. In if she found 30,000 US dollars, as well as several pictures of Serge Boreznev.
"Sark's ordering a hit." Hayden said glancing at the envelope's contents.
"But why Boreznev? And why would he meet the assassin in the same place where Boreznev met his contacts?" Sydney said closing up the envelope.
"Good question." Hayden said as he sat down on the bed and began to pull the fake goatee from his chin.
"I'm going to call Kendall and have Ivan Vynar picked up. We don't want our mission spoiled by Sark's assassination plans." Sydney pulled her cell phone from her pocket. As she talked with Kendall, Hayden began taking off his shoes and coat. When Sydney finished she sighed and set her phone down. "Kendall wants us to get to Boreznev first, and leave Sark and Vynar, to another team."
"What about the security office?" Hayden said sitting back down on the bed.
"He said to pick up Boreznev and interrogate him. We have leverage now, there are people out to kill him. And maybe we can find out why." Sydney said as she walked toward the bathroom.
"So what's the plan then?" Hayden asked, resuming a sarcastic tone.
"Get some sleep, and an early morning visit to the home of Mr. Boreznev." Sydney called from the bathroom.
Hayden looked around at the room, and suddenly realized there was only one bed. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the two of them in bed together. He reluctantly resigned himself to the floor, but decided to get in a jab at Sydney. "So I get the bed right?" He said laying back and stretching out, sighing loudly as he did.
Sydney poked her head out of the bathroom, and gave him a smile. "In your dreams." She said before pulling back into the bathroom. Hayden laughed under his breath, and then began hauling the two large suitcases off of the bed. He threw his in the corner, but set hers nicely on the folding suit case stand, which he wasn't really sure the name of.
When Sydney came out of the bathroom, her wig was gone, and her hair was pulled back in pony tail. Hayden was sitting on the bed and had flipped the TV on, and was surfing channels.
"It's all French." He said, as Sydney rifled through her bag. She found the tank top and sport pants she was looking for and headed back to the bathroom without a word.
After she was changed she exited the bathroom, to find Hayden lying on the floor, a simple rolled up towel under his head. His back was to her and he was facing the small table under the window. Sydney smiled to her self. Hayden wasn't a small man, but somehow he'd managed to find room between the bed and the desk, and had bent his knees to accommodate the strangle narrow room. Sydney glanced at the bed, he'd turned down the covers, and cleared the suitcases. She smiled again as she tried to decided if the bed was indeed big enough for both of them. She crawled in to the side opposite Hayden and pulled the covers up. She laughed as she looked down at the empty space next to her and finally gave in.
"This is ridiculous, I don't need the entire bed, and it's not like it's warm in here or anything." She said loudly. Though she couldn't see him, she could tell Hayden had stirred, though he hadn't jumped at her offer.
"Thanks, but I'm fine." He said.
"Fine have it your way, but don't blame me if your back is killing you in the morning." At this Hayden did jump up, but only to his knees so that he could see her over the edge of the bed. "Just for your information. I've slept on much harder floors than this. And though I appreciate our magnanimous gesture, I think I'll spare myself the undoubted grief you'll give me tomorrow over it." After saying this he promptly laid back down on the floor.
"Fine. A simple no would've sufficed. You're such a baby." She said, regretting the last part after the words escaped her mouth. At this Hayden again jumper up, but this time to his feet holding the towel he'd been using as a pillow, in his hand.
"Alright then, if sleeping here will help you to see that I am actually a grown up, than I will." He quickly began pulling back the covers.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that you don't think I'm worth my salt as an Agent." He said slipping under the covers.
"Well you've done nothing to prove me wrong." She spat.
"Isn't it innocent until proven guilty in your country? Or do you have special rules about judging people before you know them?"
"My country? You say that and you wonder why I don't trust you."
"Look you don't know anything about me. And if you weren't so thick you'd realize that I don't want to be here, just as much as you don't. I didn't agree to be in the CIA to be a babysitter. If I had known that this would be my job, I wouldn't have accepted the CIA's offer."
"What are you talking about?"
"Let's just get some sleep, we have a busy morning ahead of us."
"Security Office." Was all he said, but Sydney knew immediately what he meant. She reached out and pushed the two buttons for the floors underneath the lobby.
"Oops." She cried before hitting the button for their actual floor. As she had hoped the elevator went down first and stopped at the first underground floor. Hayden stepped off the elevator as if he hadn't noticed which floor they were on. He quickly scanned the hallway before Sydney pulled him back in. "No honey this isn't our floor." She said grabbing his arm.
"Oh, really." He slurred.
When the elevator stopped on the next floor down, Hayden again exited the car and glanced around. This time he saw two security guards standing outside a door.
"Honey, I think you've had too much to drink." Sydney said as she again pulled him back into the car.
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"No I'm going in alone. I'll need you here to time the camera's." Sydney was tired of arguing with him. She'd had too much wine, and too little sleep to be fighting over who got to break in to the security office.
"Let's at least open up Sark's package. Maybe we won't need to break in." Hayden said pulling the envelope from his pocket.
"Fine." Sydney said grabbing it from his hand. In if she found 30,000 US dollars, as well as several pictures of Serge Boreznev.
"Sark's ordering a hit." Hayden said glancing at the envelope's contents.
"But why Boreznev? And why would he meet the assassin in the same place where Boreznev met his contacts?" Sydney said closing up the envelope.
"Good question." Hayden said as he sat down on the bed and began to pull the fake goatee from his chin.
"I'm going to call Kendall and have Ivan Vynar picked up. We don't want our mission spoiled by Sark's assassination plans." Sydney pulled her cell phone from her pocket. As she talked with Kendall, Hayden began taking off his shoes and coat. When Sydney finished she sighed and set her phone down. "Kendall wants us to get to Boreznev first, and leave Sark and Vynar, to another team."
"What about the security office?" Hayden said sitting back down on the bed.
"He said to pick up Boreznev and interrogate him. We have leverage now, there are people out to kill him. And maybe we can find out why." Sydney said as she walked toward the bathroom.
"So what's the plan then?" Hayden asked, resuming a sarcastic tone.
"Get some sleep, and an early morning visit to the home of Mr. Boreznev." Sydney called from the bathroom.
Hayden looked around at the room, and suddenly realized there was only one bed. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the two of them in bed together. He reluctantly resigned himself to the floor, but decided to get in a jab at Sydney. "So I get the bed right?" He said laying back and stretching out, sighing loudly as he did.
Sydney poked her head out of the bathroom, and gave him a smile. "In your dreams." She said before pulling back into the bathroom. Hayden laughed under his breath, and then began hauling the two large suitcases off of the bed. He threw his in the corner, but set hers nicely on the folding suit case stand, which he wasn't really sure the name of.
When Sydney came out of the bathroom, her wig was gone, and her hair was pulled back in pony tail. Hayden was sitting on the bed and had flipped the TV on, and was surfing channels.
"It's all French." He said, as Sydney rifled through her bag. She found the tank top and sport pants she was looking for and headed back to the bathroom without a word.
After she was changed she exited the bathroom, to find Hayden lying on the floor, a simple rolled up towel under his head. His back was to her and he was facing the small table under the window. Sydney smiled to her self. Hayden wasn't a small man, but somehow he'd managed to find room between the bed and the desk, and had bent his knees to accommodate the strangle narrow room. Sydney glanced at the bed, he'd turned down the covers, and cleared the suitcases. She smiled again as she tried to decided if the bed was indeed big enough for both of them. She crawled in to the side opposite Hayden and pulled the covers up. She laughed as she looked down at the empty space next to her and finally gave in.
"This is ridiculous, I don't need the entire bed, and it's not like it's warm in here or anything." She said loudly. Though she couldn't see him, she could tell Hayden had stirred, though he hadn't jumped at her offer.
"Thanks, but I'm fine." He said.
"Fine have it your way, but don't blame me if your back is killing you in the morning." At this Hayden did jump up, but only to his knees so that he could see her over the edge of the bed. "Just for your information. I've slept on much harder floors than this. And though I appreciate our magnanimous gesture, I think I'll spare myself the undoubted grief you'll give me tomorrow over it." After saying this he promptly laid back down on the floor.
"Fine. A simple no would've sufficed. You're such a baby." She said, regretting the last part after the words escaped her mouth. At this Hayden again jumper up, but this time to his feet holding the towel he'd been using as a pillow, in his hand.
"Alright then, if sleeping here will help you to see that I am actually a grown up, than I will." He quickly began pulling back the covers.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that you don't think I'm worth my salt as an Agent." He said slipping under the covers.
"Well you've done nothing to prove me wrong." She spat.
"Isn't it innocent until proven guilty in your country? Or do you have special rules about judging people before you know them?"
"My country? You say that and you wonder why I don't trust you."
"Look you don't know anything about me. And if you weren't so thick you'd realize that I don't want to be here, just as much as you don't. I didn't agree to be in the CIA to be a babysitter. If I had known that this would be my job, I wouldn't have accepted the CIA's offer."
"What are you talking about?"
"Let's just get some sleep, we have a busy morning ahead of us."