"Fine!" Sydney half shouted as she pulled the covers up and squeezed her
eyes shut.
"Fine." Hayden yelled a little louder, but instead of trying to sleep he simply sat there. He mentally kicked himself for saying what he had. He was being too hard on her; after all they barely knew each other, could he really expect her to trust him so readily? The fact that she wasn't trusting made her that much better as an Agent. Instead of resenting that, Hayden consciously decided to respect her for it.
Sydney went over their conversation again in her mind. What had he meant by baby-sitting her? If anything she was having to watch his every move. He was the rookie here, not her; and on top of that she was in charge. She told herself that she would try again to explain to her father that she didn't need a partner. It was an absolutely ridiculous proposition, and this mission was evidence. Sydney had learned to love working alone. No backup, no help. Just her and the world. Which was how it was in real life as well. In reality there was no back up agent helping you through a com in your ear; there was no extraction team, no back up. Reality was harsh, and cold, and very lonely, and Sydney had freed herself from any preconceptions to the contrary.
Slowly Sydney drifted off into a dreamless sleep, only to be woken several hours later.
"Sydney wake up." Hayden's accent was softer in the morning, though more pronounced.
Sydney opened her eyes and rubbed them. The morning glow was a soft blue color, and the sun was obviously still sleeping.
"What time is it?" She said trying to regain a sense of reality.
"It's 4:15." Hayden said softly.
"Alright." Sydney managed to get out while yawning.
"Look Sydney about last night." He started.
"Let's talk later, we have a job to do." She said turning to look at him. She hadn't realized how close they were together until she turned toward him. The bed wasn't exactly meant for two people who weren't on intimate terms.
"Right." Hayden said pulling back the covers abruptly and standing up. A rush of cold air swept toward Sydney and caused her to hop out of bed as well.
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Thirty minutes later they were approaching Boreznev's address.
"I'll go in first you cover me." Sydney said pulling the car to a halt across the street from the small apartment.
"Sounds good." Hayden said, checking his weapon one more time before holstering it. They were both completely in black. They'd exited their hotel room in business attire and had changed in the car. Sydney's hair was pulled into a tight knot, and Hayden was wearing a black winter hat.
"Alright let's move." Sydney said opening the car door and stepping out onto the deserted street. The sun was just about to rise above the horizon, but the buildings blocked out most of the dim light.
They walked quickly toward the front door of the building, and Sydney swiftly picked the lock. Hayden stood guard watching for hostiles, or even just witnesses. There was no one in sight. Within seconds the door swung in and Hayden and Sydney silently stepped through it. Hayden pulled his gun from its holster as Sydney shut the door behind them.
After a swift look around the living room, and small kitchen they turned their attention to a small hallway. Sydney silently crept down the dark passage and found the door at the opposite end. She could feel Hayden directly on her back, and put her ear to the door to listen. The only sound was the raspy heavy breathing of the rooms occupant. She found the doorknob unlocked, and both she and Hayden entered the room unnoticed. Sydney went to the side of the bed, as Hayden kept his gun trained on Boreznev's head.
From that moment on everything seemed to blur together. Boreznev suddenly woke up and was not happy to find himself at gunpoint.
"Don't shoot, Don't shoot!" He cried.
Sydney quickly grabbed the man's hands and tied them behind his back. She hauled him out of bed, still screaming. Evidently Serge Boreznev slept in the nude, and was forced at gun point to dress. After another minute Sydney led Boreznev down the hall and waited at the door as Hayden pulled the car up. Boreznev didn't struggle but got into the back seat of the car without a word. After Sydney closed the door to the back seat she quickly jumped in the passenger seat and Hayden sped off.
As Hayden drove Sydney dialed Operations, and informed Kendall of their new acquisition. Kendall informed Sydney that a plane would be waiting for them at an abandoned airstrip. Sydney gave Hayden the directions, and within twenty minutes they arrived. Boreznev was still quite cooperative as Hayden hauled him onto the plane. It was a standard CIA business jet, and Hayden strapped Boreznev to a seat. The plane took off just moments later, and Sydney found herself drifting off into a deep sleep. Hayden sat nervously watching Boreznev, itching to interrogate him. He would've done it right there on the plane, if it hadn't been for CIA protocol. What the hell was that anyway? He'd been given an entire textbook on things to do, and things not to do. He'd slipped through it before realizing that it was the exact opposite of his past gigs. The CIA was way too worried about appearances, America for that matter was. But Hayden sighed softly glancing at Sydney. She was a good spy, he had no doubts; but he also knew that he, himself, was a good spy, and he wondered how two such different people, from such different worlds, could come to be so similar.
"Fine." Hayden yelled a little louder, but instead of trying to sleep he simply sat there. He mentally kicked himself for saying what he had. He was being too hard on her; after all they barely knew each other, could he really expect her to trust him so readily? The fact that she wasn't trusting made her that much better as an Agent. Instead of resenting that, Hayden consciously decided to respect her for it.
Sydney went over their conversation again in her mind. What had he meant by baby-sitting her? If anything she was having to watch his every move. He was the rookie here, not her; and on top of that she was in charge. She told herself that she would try again to explain to her father that she didn't need a partner. It was an absolutely ridiculous proposition, and this mission was evidence. Sydney had learned to love working alone. No backup, no help. Just her and the world. Which was how it was in real life as well. In reality there was no back up agent helping you through a com in your ear; there was no extraction team, no back up. Reality was harsh, and cold, and very lonely, and Sydney had freed herself from any preconceptions to the contrary.
Slowly Sydney drifted off into a dreamless sleep, only to be woken several hours later.
"Sydney wake up." Hayden's accent was softer in the morning, though more pronounced.
Sydney opened her eyes and rubbed them. The morning glow was a soft blue color, and the sun was obviously still sleeping.
"What time is it?" She said trying to regain a sense of reality.
"It's 4:15." Hayden said softly.
"Alright." Sydney managed to get out while yawning.
"Look Sydney about last night." He started.
"Let's talk later, we have a job to do." She said turning to look at him. She hadn't realized how close they were together until she turned toward him. The bed wasn't exactly meant for two people who weren't on intimate terms.
"Right." Hayden said pulling back the covers abruptly and standing up. A rush of cold air swept toward Sydney and caused her to hop out of bed as well.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thirty minutes later they were approaching Boreznev's address.
"I'll go in first you cover me." Sydney said pulling the car to a halt across the street from the small apartment.
"Sounds good." Hayden said, checking his weapon one more time before holstering it. They were both completely in black. They'd exited their hotel room in business attire and had changed in the car. Sydney's hair was pulled into a tight knot, and Hayden was wearing a black winter hat.
"Alright let's move." Sydney said opening the car door and stepping out onto the deserted street. The sun was just about to rise above the horizon, but the buildings blocked out most of the dim light.
They walked quickly toward the front door of the building, and Sydney swiftly picked the lock. Hayden stood guard watching for hostiles, or even just witnesses. There was no one in sight. Within seconds the door swung in and Hayden and Sydney silently stepped through it. Hayden pulled his gun from its holster as Sydney shut the door behind them.
After a swift look around the living room, and small kitchen they turned their attention to a small hallway. Sydney silently crept down the dark passage and found the door at the opposite end. She could feel Hayden directly on her back, and put her ear to the door to listen. The only sound was the raspy heavy breathing of the rooms occupant. She found the doorknob unlocked, and both she and Hayden entered the room unnoticed. Sydney went to the side of the bed, as Hayden kept his gun trained on Boreznev's head.
From that moment on everything seemed to blur together. Boreznev suddenly woke up and was not happy to find himself at gunpoint.
"Don't shoot, Don't shoot!" He cried.
Sydney quickly grabbed the man's hands and tied them behind his back. She hauled him out of bed, still screaming. Evidently Serge Boreznev slept in the nude, and was forced at gun point to dress. After another minute Sydney led Boreznev down the hall and waited at the door as Hayden pulled the car up. Boreznev didn't struggle but got into the back seat of the car without a word. After Sydney closed the door to the back seat she quickly jumped in the passenger seat and Hayden sped off.
As Hayden drove Sydney dialed Operations, and informed Kendall of their new acquisition. Kendall informed Sydney that a plane would be waiting for them at an abandoned airstrip. Sydney gave Hayden the directions, and within twenty minutes they arrived. Boreznev was still quite cooperative as Hayden hauled him onto the plane. It was a standard CIA business jet, and Hayden strapped Boreznev to a seat. The plane took off just moments later, and Sydney found herself drifting off into a deep sleep. Hayden sat nervously watching Boreznev, itching to interrogate him. He would've done it right there on the plane, if it hadn't been for CIA protocol. What the hell was that anyway? He'd been given an entire textbook on things to do, and things not to do. He'd slipped through it before realizing that it was the exact opposite of his past gigs. The CIA was way too worried about appearances, America for that matter was. But Hayden sighed softly glancing at Sydney. She was a good spy, he had no doubts; but he also knew that he, himself, was a good spy, and he wondered how two such different people, from such different worlds, could come to be so similar.