Chapter 8
"Look," she pleaded as the needle came closer, "it was really just my partner and I."
"You're lying."
"No really, we were communicating to our field office back in California." She didn't think he needed to know a team was waiting just outside.
Berezin stopped, contemplated for a moment before sticking her with the needle. This time there was no stopping it. As the drugs took their effect she vomited and held back tears.
"You jackass I'm telling you the truth!"
He laughed and put down the needle, "Yes, yes I know. I just felt like continuing."
Her stomach began cramping up and she felt like her insides were being ripped apart. But through all the pain she kept a straight face.
"You and I lovely, have a mutual friend." He spoke as he packed up the equipment.
"Yeah? Who's that?" she forced out.
"Arvin Sloane. He was here earlier. We had a little discussion about a few things. It's too bad you missed him."
"I'm so heart broken." She mumbled.
Suddenly he dropped his bag and headed for the door, "Goodbye dear. This was fun. We should do it again sometime."
And with that he was gone. Shutting the door behind him allowed Sydney to finally groan in pain. The room looked like it was spinning and her stomach felt like it was being pulled into a million pieces.
Millions of thoughts raced through her mind. What was she drugged with? Is her baby ok? Where's Vaughn? Why hasn't a team been sent in to save her?
She felt her self-drifting away. She barely heard the door open before her world went black.
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"She'll be ok though right?" A woman whispered.
"Yeah the doctors say give her a few days and she'll be as good as new."
Sydney waited before opening her eyes. She realized who the woman was and wasn't in any type of mood to speak to her.
Finally she heard the woman leave and she opened her eyes. She was in a hospital bed somewhere in Russia, she assumed. She barely remembered being carried out of the mansion and being loaded onto a helicopter. The rest was a blur.
"How did I guess you were awake?" Weiss said as she gave a weak smile.
"Where's Vaughn?"
Weiss sat down on the edge of the bed; "they're getting ready to bring him in here. He wanted to speak to you, but he's recovering from another stab wound. They're bringing his bed in here."
"How does Lauren feel about that?"
"She thinks it has something to do with the mission. But I'm guessing there is something else he wants to tell you."
She laid back and sighed, "another stab wound?"
"Yeah, but it seems he was stabbed were there was old scar tissue from where you stabbed him."
"So he'll be ok?"
"Yeah."
She was worried about the pained look on his face.
"Weiss? Am I ok?"
His eyes looked at her painfully and gave her a hug, "Vaughn will be here in a second."
"Look," she pleaded as the needle came closer, "it was really just my partner and I."
"You're lying."
"No really, we were communicating to our field office back in California." She didn't think he needed to know a team was waiting just outside.
Berezin stopped, contemplated for a moment before sticking her with the needle. This time there was no stopping it. As the drugs took their effect she vomited and held back tears.
"You jackass I'm telling you the truth!"
He laughed and put down the needle, "Yes, yes I know. I just felt like continuing."
Her stomach began cramping up and she felt like her insides were being ripped apart. But through all the pain she kept a straight face.
"You and I lovely, have a mutual friend." He spoke as he packed up the equipment.
"Yeah? Who's that?" she forced out.
"Arvin Sloane. He was here earlier. We had a little discussion about a few things. It's too bad you missed him."
"I'm so heart broken." She mumbled.
Suddenly he dropped his bag and headed for the door, "Goodbye dear. This was fun. We should do it again sometime."
And with that he was gone. Shutting the door behind him allowed Sydney to finally groan in pain. The room looked like it was spinning and her stomach felt like it was being pulled into a million pieces.
Millions of thoughts raced through her mind. What was she drugged with? Is her baby ok? Where's Vaughn? Why hasn't a team been sent in to save her?
She felt her self-drifting away. She barely heard the door open before her world went black.
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"She'll be ok though right?" A woman whispered.
"Yeah the doctors say give her a few days and she'll be as good as new."
Sydney waited before opening her eyes. She realized who the woman was and wasn't in any type of mood to speak to her.
Finally she heard the woman leave and she opened her eyes. She was in a hospital bed somewhere in Russia, she assumed. She barely remembered being carried out of the mansion and being loaded onto a helicopter. The rest was a blur.
"How did I guess you were awake?" Weiss said as she gave a weak smile.
"Where's Vaughn?"
Weiss sat down on the edge of the bed; "they're getting ready to bring him in here. He wanted to speak to you, but he's recovering from another stab wound. They're bringing his bed in here."
"How does Lauren feel about that?"
"She thinks it has something to do with the mission. But I'm guessing there is something else he wants to tell you."
She laid back and sighed, "another stab wound?"
"Yeah, but it seems he was stabbed were there was old scar tissue from where you stabbed him."
"So he'll be ok?"
"Yeah."
She was worried about the pained look on his face.
"Weiss? Am I ok?"
His eyes looked at her painfully and gave her a hug, "Vaughn will be here in a second."