Chapter Five
"Mountaineer, we detect two guards in the room ahead. Go through the door on the left and the room that your father is in will be the third on the left," Weiss said from the van, using the same call sign that they had used before she had disappeared.
"Mountaineer?" she asked. "Shouldn't Kendall have changed it, after the double?"
"Nah," said Vaughn, "we changed it after you disappeared the first time. We're just too lazy to think up new call signs."
"Whatever, Boy Scout," she said with a grin. "I'm going in," she said as she took down the guards. "Going down the hall."
"Gotcha, Mountaineer," said Weiss.
"Red team standing by," Vaughn confirmed.
"Blue team standing by," Dixon said from a van around the corner.
"Dixon?" asked Sydney.
"Hey Syd," he said. "Glad you're back."
"Me too," she said. "I'm outside the door. How many people am I up against?" she asked.
"Syd, this is going to be odd, but according to surveillance, you were just seen running down the hall, right into the tactical team," said Weiss.
"The double," she muttered. "Which way?"
"Your father is doubling back, Syd." Dixon tried to tell her, but he was cut off and she was left with nothing but static.
"Weiss? Dixon? Vaughn?" she asked frantically.
"Sydney!" her father called from down the hall. Gunshots sounded and Sydney pulled Jack around the corner with her.
"Sydney, why did you double back?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked as she returned fire.
"You said that there was a tactical team out front to take us back to LA. You told me that Vaughn and Weiss were all right."
"Dad," she said quickly, "I was doubled. I just got here. I've been missing for two years, since I killed A.G. Doren. Vaughn married my double. The person that was found in Italy eighteen months ago wasn't me. Mom knew too, there isn't enough time to explain," she said as she fired off a few more shots.
The shots suddenly stopped. "Dad?" she asked. She turned around. "Dad?" she repeated. He wasn't there, and instead, she faced Arvin Sloane.
"This wasn't the plan," he said angrily. "You killed five guards and shot back. You didn't take the path that would lead you to the tactical team," he motioned to Jack behind him. "Although, the mission wasn't a total loss," he added.
What was he talking about? Sydney asked herself. She decided to play along, save both her and her father's life. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "When I hacked the comm, I got wind of Sydney Bristow's code name. I thought that the CIA was trying to raid the place. You never know who's who," she said, hoping he'd take the answer.
"It's all right," he said. "Come with me for a second." He led her to the room that Weiss had said that Jack would be in. Sloane handcuffed Jack back to the piping as he struggled angrily against it.
"Sit," Sloane offered her a chair. She thought about it for a moment and took the chair. As she did, one of Sloane's guards put her into a headlock and the other pulled her arms behind her shoulder, pushing one of her shoulders up like he was going to dislocate it.
"Welcome back, Agent Bristow," he sneered. "You may have escaped once, but I assure you, it won't happen again."
"Mountaineer, we detect two guards in the room ahead. Go through the door on the left and the room that your father is in will be the third on the left," Weiss said from the van, using the same call sign that they had used before she had disappeared.
"Mountaineer?" she asked. "Shouldn't Kendall have changed it, after the double?"
"Nah," said Vaughn, "we changed it after you disappeared the first time. We're just too lazy to think up new call signs."
"Whatever, Boy Scout," she said with a grin. "I'm going in," she said as she took down the guards. "Going down the hall."
"Gotcha, Mountaineer," said Weiss.
"Red team standing by," Vaughn confirmed.
"Blue team standing by," Dixon said from a van around the corner.
"Dixon?" asked Sydney.
"Hey Syd," he said. "Glad you're back."
"Me too," she said. "I'm outside the door. How many people am I up against?" she asked.
"Syd, this is going to be odd, but according to surveillance, you were just seen running down the hall, right into the tactical team," said Weiss.
"The double," she muttered. "Which way?"
"Your father is doubling back, Syd." Dixon tried to tell her, but he was cut off and she was left with nothing but static.
"Weiss? Dixon? Vaughn?" she asked frantically.
"Sydney!" her father called from down the hall. Gunshots sounded and Sydney pulled Jack around the corner with her.
"Sydney, why did you double back?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked as she returned fire.
"You said that there was a tactical team out front to take us back to LA. You told me that Vaughn and Weiss were all right."
"Dad," she said quickly, "I was doubled. I just got here. I've been missing for two years, since I killed A.G. Doren. Vaughn married my double. The person that was found in Italy eighteen months ago wasn't me. Mom knew too, there isn't enough time to explain," she said as she fired off a few more shots.
The shots suddenly stopped. "Dad?" she asked. She turned around. "Dad?" she repeated. He wasn't there, and instead, she faced Arvin Sloane.
"This wasn't the plan," he said angrily. "You killed five guards and shot back. You didn't take the path that would lead you to the tactical team," he motioned to Jack behind him. "Although, the mission wasn't a total loss," he added.
What was he talking about? Sydney asked herself. She decided to play along, save both her and her father's life. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "When I hacked the comm, I got wind of Sydney Bristow's code name. I thought that the CIA was trying to raid the place. You never know who's who," she said, hoping he'd take the answer.
"It's all right," he said. "Come with me for a second." He led her to the room that Weiss had said that Jack would be in. Sloane handcuffed Jack back to the piping as he struggled angrily against it.
"Sit," Sloane offered her a chair. She thought about it for a moment and took the chair. As she did, one of Sloane's guards put her into a headlock and the other pulled her arms behind her shoulder, pushing one of her shoulders up like he was going to dislocate it.
"Welcome back, Agent Bristow," he sneered. "You may have escaped once, but I assure you, it won't happen again."
