Chapter 12 – The ball starts to roll
I enter Eric's office, as he gets up from one of his side chairs and sits behind the desk. He's upset now too. I sit next to Zanna; she turns towards me, her face a stone cold glare. Eric looks towards her and back towards me. I have to decide, it's now or never. Is she trustworthy?
Zanna speaks "So, what are we going to do? Are you here to scold me, or to finally trust me?" She's trying so hard to hide her temper. I take a deep breathe and just sit there.
"I think right now, are problem is that you don't trust me." She's taken aback. "If there's one thing you need to know about Sloane is that he plays on emotions. Why do you think he went after Cassie? She is the one who you would be most desperate to save. That is why it is of most importance that you don't go." Her face is back to a glare, but this time it's softer. She looks at Eric, who nods at her. I reach into my pocket, and grab the cell phone. "I've contacted London, and we have transferred you here to LA." I hand her the cell phone. She loses the glare and her mouth slightly hangs open. I turn to Eric, "I'm placing you as Zanna's handler." Eric's eyes nervously shift to Zanna's, maybe that wasn't such a smart move.
I get up from the chair and look down at the two of them, "Now, I'm working on finding out what happened to Cassie. Until I get more information, I think it would be smart for you to stay low, so far no one seems to have tailed you, but that doesn't mean it's safe yet. With that I walk out the door and head towards my office.
"Office Bristow!" I turn and see Zanna jog up to catch up behind me. "Thank you," she mutters and turns back and goes to Eric's Office.
*****
I feel like Sydney and I just got off of a plane and already we are driving back toward Virginia. I look over at her, she looks gorgeous. The soft light from the window is pouring in behind creating an angle like glow around her. I turn back toward the road. A twinge of pain hits my heart. I wish we could leave this all behind us, and go live a normal life; well at least as normal of a life as we could. I think Jack and Irina would make that difficult.
"Vaughn!" I give a quick jump and notice that Sydney is now looking impatiently at me. "We are almost in to the airport and we still haven't decided on the best way to enter the house."
I reach for her hand and give it a kiss, she blushes. "I think we should just pick the front door lock and enter. Jack said so far, no one other than the five of us in the conference room was even alerted to her disappearance. So I say we walk up to the front door, I'll ring the bell while you pick the lock, and then we will try to enter casually, as if she just answered the door." I look up into her eyes, "unless you want to jump out of the plane and parachute on to the roof, and then repel down the side of the house, and crash in through a window."
She starts to laugh gives my shoulder a slight push. "I think the first plan is better."
"Really?" She pushes my shoulder again.
"Since when did you start to make smartass remakes like Eric?"
I shrug, "I guess I'm just going through withdrawal. You know there is the gorgeous girl in my life right now, who is taking up all my time."
"Hey mister, I can leave anytime you need me too." I reach over and steal a kiss on the cheek. "Well okay then, don't complain."
*****
I walk back into Eric's office; he's really fascinated with his computer. I've never been good in situations like this. I'm not sure what to say, so I sit back down in the chair. Silence remains; it's more painful than any torture I've ever endured. Finally he looks up at me, "So do you need me to take you to the safe house, or do you want to just sit there until Jack has more information?"
"Eric…" my voice pleading for him to act civil. He just turns and grabs so papers off of his desk.
"You can stay here, but I need to go file these." With that he walks past me. I reach out for his hand but before I grab it I pull it back and just sit there. If he's going to act like we're two so am I.
I enter Eric's office, as he gets up from one of his side chairs and sits behind the desk. He's upset now too. I sit next to Zanna; she turns towards me, her face a stone cold glare. Eric looks towards her and back towards me. I have to decide, it's now or never. Is she trustworthy?
Zanna speaks "So, what are we going to do? Are you here to scold me, or to finally trust me?" She's trying so hard to hide her temper. I take a deep breathe and just sit there.
"I think right now, are problem is that you don't trust me." She's taken aback. "If there's one thing you need to know about Sloane is that he plays on emotions. Why do you think he went after Cassie? She is the one who you would be most desperate to save. That is why it is of most importance that you don't go." Her face is back to a glare, but this time it's softer. She looks at Eric, who nods at her. I reach into my pocket, and grab the cell phone. "I've contacted London, and we have transferred you here to LA." I hand her the cell phone. She loses the glare and her mouth slightly hangs open. I turn to Eric, "I'm placing you as Zanna's handler." Eric's eyes nervously shift to Zanna's, maybe that wasn't such a smart move.
I get up from the chair and look down at the two of them, "Now, I'm working on finding out what happened to Cassie. Until I get more information, I think it would be smart for you to stay low, so far no one seems to have tailed you, but that doesn't mean it's safe yet. With that I walk out the door and head towards my office.
"Office Bristow!" I turn and see Zanna jog up to catch up behind me. "Thank you," she mutters and turns back and goes to Eric's Office.
*****
I feel like Sydney and I just got off of a plane and already we are driving back toward Virginia. I look over at her, she looks gorgeous. The soft light from the window is pouring in behind creating an angle like glow around her. I turn back toward the road. A twinge of pain hits my heart. I wish we could leave this all behind us, and go live a normal life; well at least as normal of a life as we could. I think Jack and Irina would make that difficult.
"Vaughn!" I give a quick jump and notice that Sydney is now looking impatiently at me. "We are almost in to the airport and we still haven't decided on the best way to enter the house."
I reach for her hand and give it a kiss, she blushes. "I think we should just pick the front door lock and enter. Jack said so far, no one other than the five of us in the conference room was even alerted to her disappearance. So I say we walk up to the front door, I'll ring the bell while you pick the lock, and then we will try to enter casually, as if she just answered the door." I look up into her eyes, "unless you want to jump out of the plane and parachute on to the roof, and then repel down the side of the house, and crash in through a window."
She starts to laugh gives my shoulder a slight push. "I think the first plan is better."
"Really?" She pushes my shoulder again.
"Since when did you start to make smartass remakes like Eric?"
I shrug, "I guess I'm just going through withdrawal. You know there is the gorgeous girl in my life right now, who is taking up all my time."
"Hey mister, I can leave anytime you need me too." I reach over and steal a kiss on the cheek. "Well okay then, don't complain."
*****
I walk back into Eric's office; he's really fascinated with his computer. I've never been good in situations like this. I'm not sure what to say, so I sit back down in the chair. Silence remains; it's more painful than any torture I've ever endured. Finally he looks up at me, "So do you need me to take you to the safe house, or do you want to just sit there until Jack has more information?"
"Eric…" my voice pleading for him to act civil. He just turns and grabs so papers off of his desk.
"You can stay here, but I need to go file these." With that he walks past me. I reach out for his hand but before I grab it I pull it back and just sit there. If he's going to act like we're two so am I.