Chapter 2
"So let me get this straight," Vaughn said. "You are sending us to New York where we basically baby-sit some diplomat's daughter."
"Agent Vaughn, this mission involves a lot more than *babysitting*," Devlin said, annoyed. "Dominique Rifan is the daughter of the French Ambassador to the United States. The Alliance wants Jacque Rifan, the ambassador, dead. It is your job to find who exactly is the assassin that the Alliance is sending, and make sure that the Rifans are safe."
"So they're going to be in New York for a meeting of the United Nations?" Katie asked.
"Correct Agent Daniels," Devlin said. "The CIA has already informed Ambassador and Mrs. Rifan of the situation. We have told them that Agent Vaughn will be with Dominique, making sure that she is okay. Agents Weiss and Daniels will be behind the scenes, monitoring them the whole time. Remember, do not let the Alliance get near the Dominique."
"Okay, Director Devlin sir," Weiss said.
"Go prepare," Devlin said. "You leave for New York in two hours."
************
"You're going where?" Danny asked.
"The bank has to send me to New York for two weeks," Sydney said over her cell phone.
"Sydney, we just got engaged," Danny said. "Can't the bank send someone else?"
"I already tried that," Sydney said. "But I'm the only one available."
Sydney heard Danny sigh through the phone. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too," Sydney said.
"Hurry back," Danny said. "And try to be careful."
"I will," Sydney said. "I promise."
"I love you," Danny said.
"I love you too," Sydney said.
"See you in two weeks," Danny said.
"See you," Sydney said. "Uh, Danny?"
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I don't w-," Sydney began to say, but then she stopped herself. "Never mind. See you in two weeks."
"Agent Bristow?" a voice said from behind Sydney.
Sydney spun around to see two people behind her. One was a man and one was a woman.
"I'm Sonia Torres, and this is Jeffery Anderson," Sonia said. "Mr. Sloane sent us to fully send you and Agent Dixon undercover."
"I know who you are," Sydney said. "You're two of SD-6's best agents."
"Thank you," Jeff said. "Now if you please follow us, we'll prepare you for your mission."
Sonia and Jeff turned around and headed back into the Credit Dauphine building.
Sighing, Sydney pushed a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. Then she put her cell phone away and headed inside.
************
"You ready man?" Weiss asked.
"I hope so," Vaughn said, looking out of the taxi window.
"Will you two calm down?" Katie asked. "Dominique is twenty-one years old. She's not a kid anymore."
"Which is exactly why the Vaughnster is nervous," Weiss joked. "He's worried that he'll fall for her."
"Weiss, come on man," Vaughn said. "I have a girlfriend."
"Yeah, I know," Weiss said, rolling his eyes. "Alice. But this mission would be the perfect opportunity to get rid of her."
"I'm happy with Alice," Vaughn said. "We've been together forever."
"Oh please," Katie scoffed. "Take it from a girl's perspective. You have been with Alice for.I've lost count how many years. Unless you plan to propose in the next month, you don't have a future with her."
"Katie, what do you know about my love life?" Vaughn asked.
"I know enough to say that Alice is insane, and you're only staying with her because that special someone hasn't tripped and fallen into your arms yet," Katie commented.
"Amen to that," Weiss muttered.
Vaughn looked back out the window, and began thinking about Weiss and Katie said. Maybe they had a point. He had been with Alice forever, and truth be told, he didn't see himself having a future with her. He saw himself with a different type of girl, a type of girl who would actually understand what he did for a living, who could defend herself, and was a girl who he could be a guardian angel for.
***** "Another business trip Michael?" Alice whined as Michael packed his suitcase.
"I'm sorry Alice, but I have to go," Michael said.
"What about me?" Alice protested. "I need to be with you."
"Alice, will you quit complaining?" Michael said. "I have to go on this trip."
Alice pouted, her lower lip sticking out. "How long will you be gone?"
"Two weeks," Michael answered, folding a shirt and putting it in his suitcase. "In New York."
"Two weeks!" Alice wailed. "How can I be without you for two weeks?"
"I'll call you," Michael promised.
Alice's demeanor turned mad. "You better call me Michael Vaughn! You cannot just tell me that you're leaving in two hours to go across the country for two weeks! If you don't call me, then you will be sorry when you get back!"*****
"We're here," the cab driver announced.
The doors opened and the three agents climbed out. Vaughn and Weiss removed the bags from the trunk on the cab, Katie paid the driver, and the three headed into the hotel.
"Nice," Katie said as they entered the lobby.
"Definitely," Weiss said, lowering his sunglasses.
"Keep your eyes out," Vaughn said. "Alliance agents could be anymore."
"More like SD-6 agents," Katie said. "I got a call from Devlin on the plane while you two were sleeping. SD-6 sent the agents."
"Got it," Weiss replied. "Let's check in."
The three headed to the desk, quickly slipping undercover.
"Hello, and Welcome to the Golden Bridge," the lady at the front desk said. "How may I help you today?"
"Hey y'all," Katie said in her best southern accent. "I'm Tara Dayes, and these are my brothers Chris and Jake. We have reservations for today."
"Of course Ms. Dayes," the lady said. She typed into her computer for a second, and then spoke. "You all are in room 1712. Here is your key. And if you see any men wearing black suits and sunglasses, don't mind them. The Ambassador from France is here, so the security is a little tight. Enjoy your stay."
"Oh we will," Katie said, still talking with her southern accent. "And thank you."
"Alright," Katie said in her regular voice, once they were alone in the elevator. "We drop our equipment off in our room, and then head to the Rifans."
"Got it," Vaughn replied.
Ten minutes later, the three walked down the hallway to room 4747. Outside the room, two security agents stood there.
"Name and purpose of visit," one said.
At the same time, Vaughn, Weiss, and Katie whipped out their CIA identification cards. The guards stepped aside, and the agents entered.
Inside the room, there were five people. They all stood when the agents entered.
"*Ampèreheure, vous devez être les agents que l'Amérique a envoyés pour notre protection," one of the men said. "Mon nom est Jacque Rifan. C'est mon épouse, Anastasia. Nous sommes très heureux que vous êtes venu pour protéger notre fille."
Katie, Weiss, and Vaughn all exchanged glances.
"You're half French Vaughn," Weiss whispered. "Sure, we all know how to speak it. But you talk the best."
Vaughn cleared his throat and spoke. "**Il fait beau de rencontrer vous, l'ambassadeur et la Mme. Rifan. Mon nom est agent Michael Vaughn. C'est agent Eric Weiss et agent Katie Daniels. Il est notre plaisir de s'assurer que vous tout êtes sûr dedans pendant votre visite à notre pays."
Jacque smiled, and switched to English. "Anastasia and I are both extremely worried about Dominique. She has a tendency to get into trouble. We are so relieved that you all have come to take care of her."
"It is our pleasure Ambassador Rifan," Weiss said. "We're proud to help you out."
Anastasia smiled. "Thank you all. I should introduce these others."
"I'm Veronique Portrello," the woman standing next to Anastasia said. She smiled, and her pale face lit up. She had long, black hair, and green eyes. She was quite the opposite of Anastasia, who had long, blonde hair, a creamy complexion and blue eyes.
"I'm Luc Portrello," the man standing next to Jacque said. He and Jacque could have been twins, except for the fact Jacque had blonde hair, and Luc had brown hair.
"I'm Darien Collins," the tall, African-American man said. "I'm Dominique's body guard."
"If she has a body guard, then why are why here?" Weiss asked. Katie whacked his arm.
"The Alliance is evil," Jacque said. "We want to make sure that Dominique is okay."
"Do you have children?" Anastasia asked. "Dominique is our only daughter. We don't want anything to happen to her."
"Where are Dominique and Jacqueline?" Veronique asked, looking around the suite's living room. "Jacqueline is Luc and my daughter."
"Coming maman!" Jacqueline yelled from the next room.
A girl around eight skidded into the living room. She had long, black hair that was braided into a long French braid down her back.
"Look what Dominique did for me maman!" Jacqueline exclaimed, motioning to her French braid.
"It's lovely dear," Veronique said. "Did you thank Dominique?"
"Yes," Jacqueline said in a sing-song voice.
"Dominique!" Jacque called. "Come out here."
A tall girl with long, blonde hair came skidding out of one of the bedrooms. She had on a dark blue, midriff halter-top, and tight hip-hugger jeans. She tripped over a bag that was in the middle of the room, and started to fall.
Weiss, Jacque, Luc, Darien, and Vaughn all lunged to catch her. In the end, it was Vaughn who caught her.
"Oops," Dominique said, giggling slightly. She looked up at Vaughn and looked deep into his eyes. "I'm so clumsy sometimes."
Jess's(Gemini21) Notes:
Translations: 1*-"Ahh, you must be the agents America sent for our protection. My name is Jacque Rifan. This is my wife, Anastasia. We are very happy that you came to protect our daughter."
2*- "The weather is nice to meet you, the ambassador and Mrs. Rifan. My name is Agent Michael Vaughn. This is Agent Eric Weiss and Agent Katie Daniels. It is our pleasure of making sure that you all are safe during your visit to our country."
A/N: I'm sorry if any translations are messed up. I'm only taking French One, and had to use worldlingo.com for most of those translations.
A/N2: When Katie started speaking like a southerner, I wasn't discriminating. I was born in the South, and I currently live in the South. So to any of my southern readers, please don't take offense.
A/N3: Yes, there will DEFINITLEY be S/V action later on in the story. I wouldn't write anything else.
"So let me get this straight," Vaughn said. "You are sending us to New York where we basically baby-sit some diplomat's daughter."
"Agent Vaughn, this mission involves a lot more than *babysitting*," Devlin said, annoyed. "Dominique Rifan is the daughter of the French Ambassador to the United States. The Alliance wants Jacque Rifan, the ambassador, dead. It is your job to find who exactly is the assassin that the Alliance is sending, and make sure that the Rifans are safe."
"So they're going to be in New York for a meeting of the United Nations?" Katie asked.
"Correct Agent Daniels," Devlin said. "The CIA has already informed Ambassador and Mrs. Rifan of the situation. We have told them that Agent Vaughn will be with Dominique, making sure that she is okay. Agents Weiss and Daniels will be behind the scenes, monitoring them the whole time. Remember, do not let the Alliance get near the Dominique."
"Okay, Director Devlin sir," Weiss said.
"Go prepare," Devlin said. "You leave for New York in two hours."
************
"You're going where?" Danny asked.
"The bank has to send me to New York for two weeks," Sydney said over her cell phone.
"Sydney, we just got engaged," Danny said. "Can't the bank send someone else?"
"I already tried that," Sydney said. "But I'm the only one available."
Sydney heard Danny sigh through the phone. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too," Sydney said.
"Hurry back," Danny said. "And try to be careful."
"I will," Sydney said. "I promise."
"I love you," Danny said.
"I love you too," Sydney said.
"See you in two weeks," Danny said.
"See you," Sydney said. "Uh, Danny?"
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I don't w-," Sydney began to say, but then she stopped herself. "Never mind. See you in two weeks."
"Agent Bristow?" a voice said from behind Sydney.
Sydney spun around to see two people behind her. One was a man and one was a woman.
"I'm Sonia Torres, and this is Jeffery Anderson," Sonia said. "Mr. Sloane sent us to fully send you and Agent Dixon undercover."
"I know who you are," Sydney said. "You're two of SD-6's best agents."
"Thank you," Jeff said. "Now if you please follow us, we'll prepare you for your mission."
Sonia and Jeff turned around and headed back into the Credit Dauphine building.
Sighing, Sydney pushed a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. Then she put her cell phone away and headed inside.
************
"You ready man?" Weiss asked.
"I hope so," Vaughn said, looking out of the taxi window.
"Will you two calm down?" Katie asked. "Dominique is twenty-one years old. She's not a kid anymore."
"Which is exactly why the Vaughnster is nervous," Weiss joked. "He's worried that he'll fall for her."
"Weiss, come on man," Vaughn said. "I have a girlfriend."
"Yeah, I know," Weiss said, rolling his eyes. "Alice. But this mission would be the perfect opportunity to get rid of her."
"I'm happy with Alice," Vaughn said. "We've been together forever."
"Oh please," Katie scoffed. "Take it from a girl's perspective. You have been with Alice for.I've lost count how many years. Unless you plan to propose in the next month, you don't have a future with her."
"Katie, what do you know about my love life?" Vaughn asked.
"I know enough to say that Alice is insane, and you're only staying with her because that special someone hasn't tripped and fallen into your arms yet," Katie commented.
"Amen to that," Weiss muttered.
Vaughn looked back out the window, and began thinking about Weiss and Katie said. Maybe they had a point. He had been with Alice forever, and truth be told, he didn't see himself having a future with her. He saw himself with a different type of girl, a type of girl who would actually understand what he did for a living, who could defend herself, and was a girl who he could be a guardian angel for.
***** "Another business trip Michael?" Alice whined as Michael packed his suitcase.
"I'm sorry Alice, but I have to go," Michael said.
"What about me?" Alice protested. "I need to be with you."
"Alice, will you quit complaining?" Michael said. "I have to go on this trip."
Alice pouted, her lower lip sticking out. "How long will you be gone?"
"Two weeks," Michael answered, folding a shirt and putting it in his suitcase. "In New York."
"Two weeks!" Alice wailed. "How can I be without you for two weeks?"
"I'll call you," Michael promised.
Alice's demeanor turned mad. "You better call me Michael Vaughn! You cannot just tell me that you're leaving in two hours to go across the country for two weeks! If you don't call me, then you will be sorry when you get back!"*****
"We're here," the cab driver announced.
The doors opened and the three agents climbed out. Vaughn and Weiss removed the bags from the trunk on the cab, Katie paid the driver, and the three headed into the hotel.
"Nice," Katie said as they entered the lobby.
"Definitely," Weiss said, lowering his sunglasses.
"Keep your eyes out," Vaughn said. "Alliance agents could be anymore."
"More like SD-6 agents," Katie said. "I got a call from Devlin on the plane while you two were sleeping. SD-6 sent the agents."
"Got it," Weiss replied. "Let's check in."
The three headed to the desk, quickly slipping undercover.
"Hello, and Welcome to the Golden Bridge," the lady at the front desk said. "How may I help you today?"
"Hey y'all," Katie said in her best southern accent. "I'm Tara Dayes, and these are my brothers Chris and Jake. We have reservations for today."
"Of course Ms. Dayes," the lady said. She typed into her computer for a second, and then spoke. "You all are in room 1712. Here is your key. And if you see any men wearing black suits and sunglasses, don't mind them. The Ambassador from France is here, so the security is a little tight. Enjoy your stay."
"Oh we will," Katie said, still talking with her southern accent. "And thank you."
"Alright," Katie said in her regular voice, once they were alone in the elevator. "We drop our equipment off in our room, and then head to the Rifans."
"Got it," Vaughn replied.
Ten minutes later, the three walked down the hallway to room 4747. Outside the room, two security agents stood there.
"Name and purpose of visit," one said.
At the same time, Vaughn, Weiss, and Katie whipped out their CIA identification cards. The guards stepped aside, and the agents entered.
Inside the room, there were five people. They all stood when the agents entered.
"*Ampèreheure, vous devez être les agents que l'Amérique a envoyés pour notre protection," one of the men said. "Mon nom est Jacque Rifan. C'est mon épouse, Anastasia. Nous sommes très heureux que vous êtes venu pour protéger notre fille."
Katie, Weiss, and Vaughn all exchanged glances.
"You're half French Vaughn," Weiss whispered. "Sure, we all know how to speak it. But you talk the best."
Vaughn cleared his throat and spoke. "**Il fait beau de rencontrer vous, l'ambassadeur et la Mme. Rifan. Mon nom est agent Michael Vaughn. C'est agent Eric Weiss et agent Katie Daniels. Il est notre plaisir de s'assurer que vous tout êtes sûr dedans pendant votre visite à notre pays."
Jacque smiled, and switched to English. "Anastasia and I are both extremely worried about Dominique. She has a tendency to get into trouble. We are so relieved that you all have come to take care of her."
"It is our pleasure Ambassador Rifan," Weiss said. "We're proud to help you out."
Anastasia smiled. "Thank you all. I should introduce these others."
"I'm Veronique Portrello," the woman standing next to Anastasia said. She smiled, and her pale face lit up. She had long, black hair, and green eyes. She was quite the opposite of Anastasia, who had long, blonde hair, a creamy complexion and blue eyes.
"I'm Luc Portrello," the man standing next to Jacque said. He and Jacque could have been twins, except for the fact Jacque had blonde hair, and Luc had brown hair.
"I'm Darien Collins," the tall, African-American man said. "I'm Dominique's body guard."
"If she has a body guard, then why are why here?" Weiss asked. Katie whacked his arm.
"The Alliance is evil," Jacque said. "We want to make sure that Dominique is okay."
"Do you have children?" Anastasia asked. "Dominique is our only daughter. We don't want anything to happen to her."
"Where are Dominique and Jacqueline?" Veronique asked, looking around the suite's living room. "Jacqueline is Luc and my daughter."
"Coming maman!" Jacqueline yelled from the next room.
A girl around eight skidded into the living room. She had long, black hair that was braided into a long French braid down her back.
"Look what Dominique did for me maman!" Jacqueline exclaimed, motioning to her French braid.
"It's lovely dear," Veronique said. "Did you thank Dominique?"
"Yes," Jacqueline said in a sing-song voice.
"Dominique!" Jacque called. "Come out here."
A tall girl with long, blonde hair came skidding out of one of the bedrooms. She had on a dark blue, midriff halter-top, and tight hip-hugger jeans. She tripped over a bag that was in the middle of the room, and started to fall.
Weiss, Jacque, Luc, Darien, and Vaughn all lunged to catch her. In the end, it was Vaughn who caught her.
"Oops," Dominique said, giggling slightly. She looked up at Vaughn and looked deep into his eyes. "I'm so clumsy sometimes."
Jess's(Gemini21) Notes:
Translations: 1*-"Ahh, you must be the agents America sent for our protection. My name is Jacque Rifan. This is my wife, Anastasia. We are very happy that you came to protect our daughter."
2*- "The weather is nice to meet you, the ambassador and Mrs. Rifan. My name is Agent Michael Vaughn. This is Agent Eric Weiss and Agent Katie Daniels. It is our pleasure of making sure that you all are safe during your visit to our country."
A/N: I'm sorry if any translations are messed up. I'm only taking French One, and had to use worldlingo.com for most of those translations.
A/N2: When Katie started speaking like a southerner, I wasn't discriminating. I was born in the South, and I currently live in the South. So to any of my southern readers, please don't take offense.
A/N3: Yes, there will DEFINITLEY be S/V action later on in the story. I wouldn't write anything else.