Chapter 20 – Will Tippin
I pull off my glasses and rub my eyes. I've been on the computer for almost ten hours, even since Sydney called me. She rambled off some address in Mexico, and asked me to pull up any ties that I can trace to Sloane. So far there's been nothing; it's a simple work factory for an American company specializing in the making of televisions. There's not one suspicious think in the last five years that I can find; well other than the massive firing of employees after a strike, but still.
I finally get up from my desk and walk around a bit; I still can't sit for long periods of time with out having pains in my stomach. I try focusing on the compound in Mexico again; anything but the scars, the constant reminder of betrayal. Why is Sydney interested in this place? There is nothing there. My phone starts ringing; I walk over to my desk and pick it up, "Will Tippin."
"Will it's Syd." I pick up on her mood immediately. She speaks as if she's in a rush to get somewhere.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the CIA, I've been looking up"
She interrupts me. "Will has my Dad talked to you?"
I'm confused, "Huh, oh no. Syd, seriously what's going on?" I'm pacing my office now, there's something going on and she's not telling me.
"Will, I need you to do me a big favor. This conversation never happened, understand. Don't tell anyone who have talked to me." There's lots of noise in the background, she messing around with something.
"Yeah, sure. What's up?" I'm trying to remain calm but the circumstances are freaking me out.
"Will I need you to look up someone for me, an agent of Sloane, her alias has been Cassie Trager. I asked you to look up that compound in Mexico, because it was believed that Sloane had her imprisoned there."
"Syd," I interrupt her "There is nothing there, it's just a factory, no ties to any illegal activities."
"Will I know that now," she's speaking really fast her words almost blurring into each other. "I went to McLean Virginia to check-out the place where she was supposedly captured from, to find it a trap. She's working with Sloane. Two days ago an agent from London ended up mysteriously in LA, with a message from Sloane. To make a long story short, this Cassie Trager was married to a CIA agent, Calvin Trager. Sloane is asking for Sark back, and staged a kidnapping of Cassie. He was expecting the agent he dropped off in London to come to the house, but instead it was Vaughn and I. They now have Vaughn, and the CIA is meant to meet up with them in about four days for a trade-off." She has to pause for a moment for breath so I break in again.
I know what she's up to; if they have Vaughn she's going to get him. She did the same thing for me a few years back. "Syd. Syd. I'll help you. Of coarse I'll help you."
"Thank you Will. I need you to try to find out any places that she made frequent contact within the past year; she had to be getting orders from someone. Any number dialed more than once, any frequent e-mails, anything."
"I know what to look for. I have done this before." I wish she was here; she seems to be in a fit. She needs to calm down, before she does something stupid. I don't need to lose her too. I don't need to be alone in this world.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just" I hear a phone ringing in the background. "Will I got to go. Not a word to anyone, especially my father." She's panicked. Her voice is lowered to a whisper now, "I'll call you as soon as I can to see what you got. Don't call me."
"Yeah, okay. Syd, you better come back to me."
I hear her take a quick breath, "I will." With that she hangs up on me. I return to my computer, adrenaline rushing through my body, giving me a second wind. I only hope this search ends with more info than the last one.
I pull off my glasses and rub my eyes. I've been on the computer for almost ten hours, even since Sydney called me. She rambled off some address in Mexico, and asked me to pull up any ties that I can trace to Sloane. So far there's been nothing; it's a simple work factory for an American company specializing in the making of televisions. There's not one suspicious think in the last five years that I can find; well other than the massive firing of employees after a strike, but still.
I finally get up from my desk and walk around a bit; I still can't sit for long periods of time with out having pains in my stomach. I try focusing on the compound in Mexico again; anything but the scars, the constant reminder of betrayal. Why is Sydney interested in this place? There is nothing there. My phone starts ringing; I walk over to my desk and pick it up, "Will Tippin."
"Will it's Syd." I pick up on her mood immediately. She speaks as if she's in a rush to get somewhere.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the CIA, I've been looking up"
She interrupts me. "Will has my Dad talked to you?"
I'm confused, "Huh, oh no. Syd, seriously what's going on?" I'm pacing my office now, there's something going on and she's not telling me.
"Will, I need you to do me a big favor. This conversation never happened, understand. Don't tell anyone who have talked to me." There's lots of noise in the background, she messing around with something.
"Yeah, sure. What's up?" I'm trying to remain calm but the circumstances are freaking me out.
"Will I need you to look up someone for me, an agent of Sloane, her alias has been Cassie Trager. I asked you to look up that compound in Mexico, because it was believed that Sloane had her imprisoned there."
"Syd," I interrupt her "There is nothing there, it's just a factory, no ties to any illegal activities."
"Will I know that now," she's speaking really fast her words almost blurring into each other. "I went to McLean Virginia to check-out the place where she was supposedly captured from, to find it a trap. She's working with Sloane. Two days ago an agent from London ended up mysteriously in LA, with a message from Sloane. To make a long story short, this Cassie Trager was married to a CIA agent, Calvin Trager. Sloane is asking for Sark back, and staged a kidnapping of Cassie. He was expecting the agent he dropped off in London to come to the house, but instead it was Vaughn and I. They now have Vaughn, and the CIA is meant to meet up with them in about four days for a trade-off." She has to pause for a moment for breath so I break in again.
I know what she's up to; if they have Vaughn she's going to get him. She did the same thing for me a few years back. "Syd. Syd. I'll help you. Of coarse I'll help you."
"Thank you Will. I need you to try to find out any places that she made frequent contact within the past year; she had to be getting orders from someone. Any number dialed more than once, any frequent e-mails, anything."
"I know what to look for. I have done this before." I wish she was here; she seems to be in a fit. She needs to calm down, before she does something stupid. I don't need to lose her too. I don't need to be alone in this world.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just" I hear a phone ringing in the background. "Will I got to go. Not a word to anyone, especially my father." She's panicked. Her voice is lowered to a whisper now, "I'll call you as soon as I can to see what you got. Don't call me."
"Yeah, okay. Syd, you better come back to me."
I hear her take a quick breath, "I will." With that she hangs up on me. I return to my computer, adrenaline rushing through my body, giving me a second wind. I only hope this search ends with more info than the last one.