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[u]~*~*~*~*~Chapter 4*~*~*~*~*~[/u] "It's so nice of you to go through Will's things, Sydney," Amy Tippin said. Her eyes were puffy from crying. It almost matched her hair. Sydney thought of the time she asked Will for Amy's passport and $3,000.
Sydney smiled slightly at Will's younger sister. Will had been such a good friend to her, Amy thought Sydney was going through her brother's things out of kindness and all Sydney was doing was saving her own skin.
"No problem. You've only just flown in. How are your parents?" Sydney asked, making with the small talk to make herself feel less guilty. Amy sighed. She had been staying with her parents when she got the call about Will.
"They're.upset. They hadn't seen Will for about six months. I guess they feel guilty," she sniffed, "I can't believe this happened,"
"Neither can I," Sydney mumbled as she went through his files in the office. "Once I'm through with this I'll get started with the coroner's things," Sydney said.
Actually, Vaughn was going to go through them. He'd offered and Sydney had made a dead drop near the pier. Sydney was relieved, She had to sort through his house and his office.she was thankful Vaughn had taken the stuff that had been in the car.
"Oh, no. You don't have to. I'll go through them. You've already done so much for us. I don't want you to feel obligated," Amy said as she picked up the files. Sydney took them from her.
"I want to," she said softly as she placed them beside her, "He was my best friend. But you were his family. You should be with your parents; not here," Sydney told her dropping a hint. Amy nodded.
"Do you want at least some company? I could get us some coffees," Amy offered. Sydney shook her head.
"I'd rather be alone. I've been asleep for a few days so fatigue isn't on the list. This needs to be done," Sydney said. Amy mumbled a thank you and left Sydney alone.
Sydney sighed and looked around. So far, so good. Nothing incriminating as yet. She decided to sort through the filing cabinet first. She found it locked. She cursed herself and decided to put her skills to use and pick the lock. A few minutes later she was rummaging through it, casually skimming through old stories and notes. She slammed it shut when she couldn't find anything. She sighed. Maybe she was blowing this whole thing out of proportion. Maybe Will hadn't been doing a story on SD-6 after all. But how did that explain that oh-so-real dream she had. Sydney sighed again and made herself a coffee. Her eyes furtively glanced to his laptop, which sat at his desk. She had repeatedly seen him typing away at it at her house, but she hardly ever saw the things he was writing.
Sydney sat at the desk and switched on the laptop. It booted up pretty quickly and when the password screen came up, Sydney used her hacking expertise to get in. She tried several times.she inputted [I]AMY[/I], both his parents' names, the name of his road, his dead dog's name that he had when he was 12 and his nickname. None of them worked. She groaned and looked around. She tried her name.it still didn't work. She banged her fist on the wooden desk in frustration.then she went over to her bag.
Sydney took out a decoder she still had from a previous mission. Marshall had told her to keep it, just in case. She silently thanked him and placed it on top of the machine. It was a matter of seconds before she was in. Sydney scanned through all the files trying to find anything related to SD- 6. Her eyes set upon a file marked 'SD-6', she gulped as she opened the file.
It was information on an artificial chemical they put in drinks. Sydney sighed in relief as she continued her search. About twenty minutes passed before she found files with dates on them. She opened them. They looked recent. She looked at the content and her eyes widened. They were transcripts of interviews with a man called David McNeil. She put her hand to her mouth as she realized the nature of their conversations; they were all to do with SD-6.
'He knew,' she thought to herself as she realized they backlogged to four months ago. There was a big gap in the dates when, Sydney gathered, Will was kidnapped by Sark and his men. Then after a week or so, they began again. 'There has to be recordings,' she thought. The evidence she had found was not sufficient enough to prove he knew. Anybody could have planted the document there.
Sydney looked through the desks, which she hadn't looked through yet. After a couple, she found the tapes. She put one into the Dictaphone that was placed in the same draw and pressed play.
"Yeah, so far I've had time to look into about eighteen of these companies. Listen to this. Six of them have a common board member: A guy by the name of Alain Christophe. This is the best part. Twelve years ago Alain decides to retire... from the C.I.A. Before that, from '82 to '89 he ran counterintelligence at Langley. Why are you smiling?" she heard Will ask. There was a pause before a man's gruff voice answered, "Because for the first time in eight years, SD-6 should be afraid of me," Sydney blinked back tears. Will had been put himself in danger by going to these interviews. 'What the hell was he thinking?' she thought as she stuffed the tapes into her bag along with the Dictaphone. Sydney printed off one of the transcripts for evidence and deleted the rest. The tapes were enough for proof.
Sydney quickly tidied up a little to make it seem as if she'd gone through his things. 'Amy can do the rest' she thought. 'There shouldn't be more on SD-6 in the house. What about his office and his car?' she picked up her cellphone and pressed 3 on her phone. It speed-dialed to Vaughn's cell. After a few rings, Sydney remembered he'd said his phone had broken. As she was about to hang-up, the phone picked up.
"Syd?" he asked. "Hey, it's me. I thought you said your cell broken?" Sydney asked. There was a pause. "Er.yeah, I got a new one but kept the SIM card. Anyways, did you find anything?" he asked. She sighed on the other end and Vaughn immediately knew that she had found something. "Yeah," she said, "I'll.Joey's Pizza?" she said quickly as she saw Francie coming to the door through the window. "Oh, yeah. Wrong number," he said before hanging up. As he removed the phone from his ear, he felt all tingly inside. Sydney always made him feel different. She sent shivers down his spine.in a good way, not in the psycho- scary-killer kinda way. He looked down at the papers in his hand and left his office. Sydney wasn't gonna like this.
Sydney let her friend in. Francie gave a small smile "Hey," they both said. Francie looked around. "How's it going?" she asked. Sydney shrugged and surveyed the property. "It's hard," she told Francie, "I can't believe he's not coming back" Francie nodded. "Yeah. Typical Will, always leaving us to clean up his mess," Francie lightly joked. Sydney smiled for the first time in days as she quietly agreed. "What's that?" Francie asked, pointing to the pieces of paper in Sydney's hand, which she hadn't put back yet. Sydney looked at them. "Oh, term paper I need to give in. I just remembered it. I was going to leave, but I've got to do clear out Will's stuff. I'll be in so much trouble!" Sydney said feigning worry. "Hun, don't worry. You go and I'll tidy up. It's not fair you should be stuck doing this on your own," Francie said putting down her bag. Sydney nodded "You sure? I mean, I could give it in late-" "Nonsense. I'll start off in the living room, you can continue the office when you get back," Francie said, almost shooing Sydney away. "Thanks. I'll get us some Slush-o's on the way back," she said as she put her bag on. Francie looked quizzically at her friend. "Slush-o's?" She repeated. Sydney nodded. "Yeah, apparently their delicious," she said echoing Vaughn's words to her friend. With a smile and a wave, Sydney was gone. 'That girl surprises me more everyday' Francie thought as she started work.
[u]~*~*~*~*~Chapter 4*~*~*~*~*~[/u] "It's so nice of you to go through Will's things, Sydney," Amy Tippin said. Her eyes were puffy from crying. It almost matched her hair. Sydney thought of the time she asked Will for Amy's passport and $3,000.
Sydney smiled slightly at Will's younger sister. Will had been such a good friend to her, Amy thought Sydney was going through her brother's things out of kindness and all Sydney was doing was saving her own skin.
"No problem. You've only just flown in. How are your parents?" Sydney asked, making with the small talk to make herself feel less guilty. Amy sighed. She had been staying with her parents when she got the call about Will.
"They're.upset. They hadn't seen Will for about six months. I guess they feel guilty," she sniffed, "I can't believe this happened,"
"Neither can I," Sydney mumbled as she went through his files in the office. "Once I'm through with this I'll get started with the coroner's things," Sydney said.
Actually, Vaughn was going to go through them. He'd offered and Sydney had made a dead drop near the pier. Sydney was relieved, She had to sort through his house and his office.she was thankful Vaughn had taken the stuff that had been in the car.
"Oh, no. You don't have to. I'll go through them. You've already done so much for us. I don't want you to feel obligated," Amy said as she picked up the files. Sydney took them from her.
"I want to," she said softly as she placed them beside her, "He was my best friend. But you were his family. You should be with your parents; not here," Sydney told her dropping a hint. Amy nodded.
"Do you want at least some company? I could get us some coffees," Amy offered. Sydney shook her head.
"I'd rather be alone. I've been asleep for a few days so fatigue isn't on the list. This needs to be done," Sydney said. Amy mumbled a thank you and left Sydney alone.
Sydney sighed and looked around. So far, so good. Nothing incriminating as yet. She decided to sort through the filing cabinet first. She found it locked. She cursed herself and decided to put her skills to use and pick the lock. A few minutes later she was rummaging through it, casually skimming through old stories and notes. She slammed it shut when she couldn't find anything. She sighed. Maybe she was blowing this whole thing out of proportion. Maybe Will hadn't been doing a story on SD-6 after all. But how did that explain that oh-so-real dream she had. Sydney sighed again and made herself a coffee. Her eyes furtively glanced to his laptop, which sat at his desk. She had repeatedly seen him typing away at it at her house, but she hardly ever saw the things he was writing.
Sydney sat at the desk and switched on the laptop. It booted up pretty quickly and when the password screen came up, Sydney used her hacking expertise to get in. She tried several times.she inputted [I]AMY[/I], both his parents' names, the name of his road, his dead dog's name that he had when he was 12 and his nickname. None of them worked. She groaned and looked around. She tried her name.it still didn't work. She banged her fist on the wooden desk in frustration.then she went over to her bag.
Sydney took out a decoder she still had from a previous mission. Marshall had told her to keep it, just in case. She silently thanked him and placed it on top of the machine. It was a matter of seconds before she was in. Sydney scanned through all the files trying to find anything related to SD- 6. Her eyes set upon a file marked 'SD-6', she gulped as she opened the file.
It was information on an artificial chemical they put in drinks. Sydney sighed in relief as she continued her search. About twenty minutes passed before she found files with dates on them. She opened them. They looked recent. She looked at the content and her eyes widened. They were transcripts of interviews with a man called David McNeil. She put her hand to her mouth as she realized the nature of their conversations; they were all to do with SD-6.
'He knew,' she thought to herself as she realized they backlogged to four months ago. There was a big gap in the dates when, Sydney gathered, Will was kidnapped by Sark and his men. Then after a week or so, they began again. 'There has to be recordings,' she thought. The evidence she had found was not sufficient enough to prove he knew. Anybody could have planted the document there.
Sydney looked through the desks, which she hadn't looked through yet. After a couple, she found the tapes. She put one into the Dictaphone that was placed in the same draw and pressed play.
"Yeah, so far I've had time to look into about eighteen of these companies. Listen to this. Six of them have a common board member: A guy by the name of Alain Christophe. This is the best part. Twelve years ago Alain decides to retire... from the C.I.A. Before that, from '82 to '89 he ran counterintelligence at Langley. Why are you smiling?" she heard Will ask. There was a pause before a man's gruff voice answered, "Because for the first time in eight years, SD-6 should be afraid of me," Sydney blinked back tears. Will had been put himself in danger by going to these interviews. 'What the hell was he thinking?' she thought as she stuffed the tapes into her bag along with the Dictaphone. Sydney printed off one of the transcripts for evidence and deleted the rest. The tapes were enough for proof.
Sydney quickly tidied up a little to make it seem as if she'd gone through his things. 'Amy can do the rest' she thought. 'There shouldn't be more on SD-6 in the house. What about his office and his car?' she picked up her cellphone and pressed 3 on her phone. It speed-dialed to Vaughn's cell. After a few rings, Sydney remembered he'd said his phone had broken. As she was about to hang-up, the phone picked up.
"Syd?" he asked. "Hey, it's me. I thought you said your cell broken?" Sydney asked. There was a pause. "Er.yeah, I got a new one but kept the SIM card. Anyways, did you find anything?" he asked. She sighed on the other end and Vaughn immediately knew that she had found something. "Yeah," she said, "I'll.Joey's Pizza?" she said quickly as she saw Francie coming to the door through the window. "Oh, yeah. Wrong number," he said before hanging up. As he removed the phone from his ear, he felt all tingly inside. Sydney always made him feel different. She sent shivers down his spine.in a good way, not in the psycho- scary-killer kinda way. He looked down at the papers in his hand and left his office. Sydney wasn't gonna like this.
Sydney let her friend in. Francie gave a small smile "Hey," they both said. Francie looked around. "How's it going?" she asked. Sydney shrugged and surveyed the property. "It's hard," she told Francie, "I can't believe he's not coming back" Francie nodded. "Yeah. Typical Will, always leaving us to clean up his mess," Francie lightly joked. Sydney smiled for the first time in days as she quietly agreed. "What's that?" Francie asked, pointing to the pieces of paper in Sydney's hand, which she hadn't put back yet. Sydney looked at them. "Oh, term paper I need to give in. I just remembered it. I was going to leave, but I've got to do clear out Will's stuff. I'll be in so much trouble!" Sydney said feigning worry. "Hun, don't worry. You go and I'll tidy up. It's not fair you should be stuck doing this on your own," Francie said putting down her bag. Sydney nodded "You sure? I mean, I could give it in late-" "Nonsense. I'll start off in the living room, you can continue the office when you get back," Francie said, almost shooing Sydney away. "Thanks. I'll get us some Slush-o's on the way back," she said as she put her bag on. Francie looked quizzically at her friend. "Slush-o's?" She repeated. Sydney nodded. "Yeah, apparently their delicious," she said echoing Vaughn's words to her friend. With a smile and a wave, Sydney was gone. 'That girl surprises me more everyday' Francie thought as she started work.