"It's just a little bit of rain, it won't matter," Weiss said grumpily, mimicking Sydney. She had made that declaration just before they landed. Weiss had had his reservations, but he said nothing. Now, with the floodgates open and water seeping into every imaginable spot, he sighed in annoyance. Sydney looked at him apologetically.
"I'm sorry Weiss. But either way, we have to finish with this." He sighed again.
"I know. Let's go." They finished loading the van and headed up the road to Castlebar. Twenty minutes later, they were at their destination. Weiss parked the van and moved into the back with his equipment.
"I hope the weather doesn't affect how any of this works," he said worriedly. Sydney gave him a reassuring smile. She then hopped out of the van and ran towards the house. Weiss' voice soon came through.
"Remember, the only security measures in place are the two cameras."
"Right," Sydney replied, recalling that one camera was on the back of the building and the other was inside, near the room she had to gain access to.
"If you can avoid the first one, you shouldn't have a problem with the one on the inside," Weiss reminded her. She didn't respond, continuing to pick her way carefully across the yard, using whatever cover she could. A moment later, she spotted the camera and ducked quickly behind a tree.
"Weiss, I see the first one."
"You remember what to do?"
"Yeah."
"Ok. Just talk to me if you need any help." Sydney waited until the camera had swiveled as far as it could in the other direction, and then made her break. She pressed herself against the glass door and held her breath, not moving a muscle as the camera turned again. When it moved back the other way, she pulled her hairclip out and activated Marshall's glasscutter. Blinking against the rain, she sliced swiftly through the door, pausing only when the camera switched focus.
"Weiss, the camera is automated, right?"
"Yeah. Why? Is it not moving in a rhythm?"
"I just wanted to make sure." Pushing through the hole she had created in the door, Sydney entered the house.
"I'm in," she breathed.
"Good. Just remember where to step and you won't have a problem with the other camera." She quickly headed up the stairs, slowing her pace as she approached the room containing the disk. She looked around carefully until she spotted a painting of an empty bed. The odd portrait was the boundary of the camera's reach.
"Painting, three steps forward, wait two seconds, clock," she recited. A moment later she followed the steps, ending up next to an antique clock.
"Halfway there," Weiss noted.
"So far so good," Sydney agreed.
"Four steps forward, wait seven seconds, two more steps, and you're in," Weiss stated. With a deep breath, Sydney followed the procedure, and was in the room thirty seconds later.
"Good job Syd. Jack said to remind you that you can shut off the cameras from in there, make it easier on yourself getting out." Sydney nodded to herself and quickly sorted through the disks she found on the table.
"Blue with green writing… found it!"
"Ok. Get back out here, but be careful."
"I'm always careful."
"Right," she heard Weiss mumble.
"You'll pay for that later."
"I know."
"So long as you know," Sydney muttered as she cut off the cameras. Tucking the disk into a safe pocket, she raced down the stairs and out into the rain. A moment later, she was back in the van, and they were on their way back to the plane.
"Piece of cake," Weiss said matter of factly.
"Sure, easy for you to say. You just had to sit here and talk, and it's not like that's hard for you."
"Are you implying something, Bristow?" She shrugged.
"That's up to you to figure out, Weiss."
"You're cruel, Sydney."
"Whatever." On the plan back an hour later, Weiss looked up.
"I think I'll quit the CIA and move to Ireland." Sydney looked at him mildly.
"When?"
"Tomorrow."
"What? You're kidding." He shook his head thoughtfully.
"No, I think that would be nice. It's a lovely country."
"And just what do you intend to do in Ireland?"
"I don't know… pick up an accent so the ladies like me even more?"
"For a living, Weiss."
"That doesn't count?"
"No."
"Well… then I guess I'm joking."
"Oooh!" Sydney threw a seat cushion at him. Weiss was laughing too much to block it.
"That's two things you'll pay for later," she noted.
"Aww… I'm in trouble. Sydney nodded furiously.
"Damn straight you are." Weiss sighed.
"Maybe I will go to Ireland… it might be safer there."
"Don't bet on it."
"Well, can I make it up to you?"
"Nope."
"I'm so dead."
"Yup." She grabbed a towel and began attempting to dry her hair. Weiss sat and moped, hoping to make her give in. She only grinned at him.
JJJJ: Special. Speaking Spanglish (look at all that alliteration!) at me now?
Kiki: Less angsty is definitely a change for me… and I think I like my angst better…
Star: After next chapter, the updates will probably slow down a bit, but not by much, I promise!
Nana: Thanks for the review, glad you like this story!
Nattie: I've only got through ch 7 typed, and that's definitely not the end of things. So, we'll see about jealousy…
Jade: Gabs' Angry Kendall Emporium… hee! I seem to visit that place with every fic I write these days…
Ryanne: Hehe, I can't make up my mind about Sark either…
Kat: A plan with Vaughn and sporks… yes, that seems advisable. Now how to go about it… hmmm.
Mary Kate: : No, if Sark puts in an appearance, there won't be any Sarkney. Maybe in some other fic, but not here.
