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CHAPTER 1
In the very center of Sydney's lit up basement den, sat Weiss, Vaughn, Lauren, and Sydney; eating their very large sausage pizza. "That new restaurant has good pizza," murmured Weiss, mouth full of his favorite food. The others nodded in silent agreement, and thanked Vaughn for buying dinner that night.
"We'd better be going, Michael...it's getting late," Lauren commented. Vaughn stretch and yawned, "I guess so, we'll see you guys later." Weiss smiled, "Yep, I've got a TON of sleeping to catch up on," Weiss stated sarcaastically. As they were all saying their good-byes, Sydney eyed Lauren as she suspiciously slipped a small, black, round object into her coat pocket; but even as Lauren hugged her, she smiled. Sydney had learned to tolerate her, finally. Soon, everyone was gone, and Sydney was left alone in her house. She walked into the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. Me. This is me; my life... Sydney was looking at the girl's face staring back at her; a face she had grown to recognize. Sydney snapped out of dream world. "Oh, gosh, I still have to clean up the basement..." She muttered, slowly walking back down the creaky, wood steps. As she lifted up the pizza box, her eye caught a glimpse of something brown. Vaughn's wallet... Sydney picked up the wallet and flipped through the many pictures he had filled in over the years. As Sydney flipped the last picture, there she was. He still had her picture, she knew they never did really let go, but also understood each other. Sydney ran up the stairs with hi wallet in hand. Sydney grimaced at the thought of having to bother Lauren and Vaughn on a Saturday night, but, then again, she knew he would want his wallet back. Sydney started her car, and cranked up the radio. Ah, music. The one thing that she could listen to without it reminding her of all the things she would have to do in the morning. Sydney's thoughts trailed on; onto her past with Vaughn. They had great times together; all of which she could remember. "Dang it!" Sydney exclaimed. She'd missed her turn. She made an illegal U-turn and sped down the dark, paved road. She didn't have enough time to care about street-legal things. She risked her life everyday for the law, and once in a while, it felt good to break it. Finally Sydney saw Lauren and Vaughn's house. She pulled up their driveway and got out of her car. Sydney took a moment before knocking to straighten herself up. She smoothed out her hair and checked her makeup. All was good. Bravely, as if to overcome a humungous boundary, she rang the doorbell. DING-DOOOONG...No answer. That's odd... She tried again. Maybe something's wrong! Fearfully, Sydney took the courage to let herself in. No one. "Lauren?" Sydney walked silently into the main room. Still, no one. "Vaughn?" Sydney began to worry. Where could the have gone? It was after midnight, and their car was still parked in the driveway. Sydney walked into their bedroom. There was Lauren, back facing Sydney, sitting at Vaughn's laptop computer. Sydney watched intently as Lauren inserted a disk and dowloaded 32 files. Yes, she counted. She took the disk out and replaced it in her purse. As if to break the ice, Sydney cleared her throat. Lauren gasped, swinging around. "Sydney! Don't scare me like that...I didn't hear you come in." Lauren reported anxiously. Sydney kept her cool. "I rang the doorbell twice, but there was no answer... is there something wrong?" Sydney asked. To her, this entire scene was awkward. Lauren smiled. "No, nothing's wrong. Michael's in the shower and I was just cleaning his disk drive," Funny way to clean a disk drive... "Was there something you needed?" Lauren took a few steps towards her. Sydney dug the wallet out of her pocket. "Um, Micha-Vaughn left his wallet...here it is," Sydney handed Lauren the wallet, keeping her distance. "Yeah, well, good-night." *** BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP Sydney slammed her fist down on her alarm clock. Here goes another day. Vaughn! She needed to talk to Vaughn. Sydney felt like she needed to tell him about what Lauren was doing last night. Sydney dug through her purse and her hand came out with a cell phone. Sydney quickly dialed Vaughn's pager number.
*** Vaughn was in the shower when he heard it. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP "What the..." Vaughn hopped out of the shower and grabbed his pager off of his pants. Meet me at the Westside Dock at 9:35 A.M. ~Syd He looked at the clock. 8:57. He had to get going. He got dressed and ran out of the house to his car. ***
Sydney was standing at the Westside Dock, at 9:38 A.M. "Where is he?" Sydney muttered. He was usually early. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around to be face to face with Vaughn. "Syd? Is everything okay?" Vuaghn looked tired, and worried. Sydney sighed deeply. "Vaughn, you forgot your wallet last night," She said. Vaughn nodded. "I know, thanks for bringing it back, I was-" "No..." muttered Sydney. "No, that's not the reason we're here. I walked in on Lauren. She was downloading 32 CIA oppperative files onto a disk. I don't know why she would need them. Anyways, CIA opperative files are only downloaded if they're needed." Sydney let it all out. Thank God, that's over with. Vaughn's eye widened. "What? 32 files?" Click. "Yep, that's right. All 32 of them," It was Lauren, holding a gun to Vaughn's head. "Lauren!" Vaughn tried to turn around, but she held him still. "Come with me, you too, Sydney." ***
CHAPTER 1
In the very center of Sydney's lit up basement den, sat Weiss, Vaughn, Lauren, and Sydney; eating their very large sausage pizza. "That new restaurant has good pizza," murmured Weiss, mouth full of his favorite food. The others nodded in silent agreement, and thanked Vaughn for buying dinner that night.
"We'd better be going, Michael...it's getting late," Lauren commented. Vaughn stretch and yawned, "I guess so, we'll see you guys later." Weiss smiled, "Yep, I've got a TON of sleeping to catch up on," Weiss stated sarcaastically. As they were all saying their good-byes, Sydney eyed Lauren as she suspiciously slipped a small, black, round object into her coat pocket; but even as Lauren hugged her, she smiled. Sydney had learned to tolerate her, finally. Soon, everyone was gone, and Sydney was left alone in her house. She walked into the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. Me. This is me; my life... Sydney was looking at the girl's face staring back at her; a face she had grown to recognize. Sydney snapped out of dream world. "Oh, gosh, I still have to clean up the basement..." She muttered, slowly walking back down the creaky, wood steps. As she lifted up the pizza box, her eye caught a glimpse of something brown. Vaughn's wallet... Sydney picked up the wallet and flipped through the many pictures he had filled in over the years. As Sydney flipped the last picture, there she was. He still had her picture, she knew they never did really let go, but also understood each other. Sydney ran up the stairs with hi wallet in hand. Sydney grimaced at the thought of having to bother Lauren and Vaughn on a Saturday night, but, then again, she knew he would want his wallet back. Sydney started her car, and cranked up the radio. Ah, music. The one thing that she could listen to without it reminding her of all the things she would have to do in the morning. Sydney's thoughts trailed on; onto her past with Vaughn. They had great times together; all of which she could remember. "Dang it!" Sydney exclaimed. She'd missed her turn. She made an illegal U-turn and sped down the dark, paved road. She didn't have enough time to care about street-legal things. She risked her life everyday for the law, and once in a while, it felt good to break it. Finally Sydney saw Lauren and Vaughn's house. She pulled up their driveway and got out of her car. Sydney took a moment before knocking to straighten herself up. She smoothed out her hair and checked her makeup. All was good. Bravely, as if to overcome a humungous boundary, she rang the doorbell. DING-DOOOONG...No answer. That's odd... She tried again. Maybe something's wrong! Fearfully, Sydney took the courage to let herself in. No one. "Lauren?" Sydney walked silently into the main room. Still, no one. "Vaughn?" Sydney began to worry. Where could the have gone? It was after midnight, and their car was still parked in the driveway. Sydney walked into their bedroom. There was Lauren, back facing Sydney, sitting at Vaughn's laptop computer. Sydney watched intently as Lauren inserted a disk and dowloaded 32 files. Yes, she counted. She took the disk out and replaced it in her purse. As if to break the ice, Sydney cleared her throat. Lauren gasped, swinging around. "Sydney! Don't scare me like that...I didn't hear you come in." Lauren reported anxiously. Sydney kept her cool. "I rang the doorbell twice, but there was no answer... is there something wrong?" Sydney asked. To her, this entire scene was awkward. Lauren smiled. "No, nothing's wrong. Michael's in the shower and I was just cleaning his disk drive," Funny way to clean a disk drive... "Was there something you needed?" Lauren took a few steps towards her. Sydney dug the wallet out of her pocket. "Um, Micha-Vaughn left his wallet...here it is," Sydney handed Lauren the wallet, keeping her distance. "Yeah, well, good-night." *** BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP Sydney slammed her fist down on her alarm clock. Here goes another day. Vaughn! She needed to talk to Vaughn. Sydney felt like she needed to tell him about what Lauren was doing last night. Sydney dug through her purse and her hand came out with a cell phone. Sydney quickly dialed Vaughn's pager number.
*** Vaughn was in the shower when he heard it. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP "What the..." Vaughn hopped out of the shower and grabbed his pager off of his pants. Meet me at the Westside Dock at 9:35 A.M. ~Syd He looked at the clock. 8:57. He had to get going. He got dressed and ran out of the house to his car. ***
Sydney was standing at the Westside Dock, at 9:38 A.M. "Where is he?" Sydney muttered. He was usually early. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around to be face to face with Vaughn. "Syd? Is everything okay?" Vuaghn looked tired, and worried. Sydney sighed deeply. "Vaughn, you forgot your wallet last night," She said. Vaughn nodded. "I know, thanks for bringing it back, I was-" "No..." muttered Sydney. "No, that's not the reason we're here. I walked in on Lauren. She was downloading 32 CIA oppperative files onto a disk. I don't know why she would need them. Anyways, CIA opperative files are only downloaded if they're needed." Sydney let it all out. Thank God, that's over with. Vaughn's eye widened. "What? 32 files?" Click. "Yep, that's right. All 32 of them," It was Lauren, holding a gun to Vaughn's head. "Lauren!" Vaughn tried to turn around, but she held him still. "Come with me, you too, Sydney." ***