[I][u][b] If Tomorrow Never Comes [/b] - Chapter 9 [/I][/u]
[b]Mongolia[/b]
From the moment Sydney got off the plane and set foot in Mongolia, she knew there was something wrong. The place looked far too familiar to look safe. Well, obviously no mission was safe…but this looked to weird.
Sydney shook off the feeling and carried on making her way to the warehouse. She looked around the area. No guards. She frowned. As if the trip couldn't get any weirder.
She tapped her tracker earring and spoke into it as Marshall had also made it a communicator.
"Dixon?" she said as she entered the warehouse freely, expecting to be met by some guards. No suck luck. "Dixon?" she repeated absent mindedly. There was no reply. She carefully took the earring off and looked at it carefully. It didn't seem to be working. She scowled.
This was getting scary.
Never the less, she decided to go on…without Dixon reading out the blueprints, she'd have to find her own way. If all else failed, then maybe she could give the CIA the Rambaldi document.
Sydney explored further into the warehouse, she was growing increasingly concerned about the circumstances. She shuddered as she passed another locked door. It was too creepy.
Finally, Sydney found herself in a long, white, corridor. It looked somewhat promising and so she delved further. As she went further and further into the passage, she was drawn to a particular door.
With her natural spy instincts, she opened it…too easily. Sydney walked in cautiously and looked around. Almost as soon as she lifted up her head to look at the ceiling, the door slammed shut and the lights went out.
Pitch black.
Sydney tried to look around and find the door but it was almost impossible. As she fumbled around for her torch she carried in case of emergencies. She managed to find it and she flicked it on…it settled on a glint of red hair. Sydney froze.
"Hello Sydney," a voice said.
TBC….
Pretty short I know, but the best I could do. It will get better……promise!
[b]Mongolia[/b]
From the moment Sydney got off the plane and set foot in Mongolia, she knew there was something wrong. The place looked far too familiar to look safe. Well, obviously no mission was safe…but this looked to weird.
Sydney shook off the feeling and carried on making her way to the warehouse. She looked around the area. No guards. She frowned. As if the trip couldn't get any weirder.
She tapped her tracker earring and spoke into it as Marshall had also made it a communicator.
"Dixon?" she said as she entered the warehouse freely, expecting to be met by some guards. No suck luck. "Dixon?" she repeated absent mindedly. There was no reply. She carefully took the earring off and looked at it carefully. It didn't seem to be working. She scowled.
This was getting scary.
Never the less, she decided to go on…without Dixon reading out the blueprints, she'd have to find her own way. If all else failed, then maybe she could give the CIA the Rambaldi document.
Sydney explored further into the warehouse, she was growing increasingly concerned about the circumstances. She shuddered as she passed another locked door. It was too creepy.
Finally, Sydney found herself in a long, white, corridor. It looked somewhat promising and so she delved further. As she went further and further into the passage, she was drawn to a particular door.
With her natural spy instincts, she opened it…too easily. Sydney walked in cautiously and looked around. Almost as soon as she lifted up her head to look at the ceiling, the door slammed shut and the lights went out.
Pitch black.
Sydney tried to look around and find the door but it was almost impossible. As she fumbled around for her torch she carried in case of emergencies. She managed to find it and she flicked it on…it settled on a glint of red hair. Sydney froze.
"Hello Sydney," a voice said.
TBC….
Pretty short I know, but the best I could do. It will get better……promise!