Same Disclaimer Applies: I have shitty luck! So I already complained
about Israel having problems, then the bombings in Morocco. In Truth
Belongs to Everyone much of the story is set in Toronto which is yet again
marred by SARS and now an earthquake kills over 1800 people in Algeria.
Okay I've vented. This chapter is really short but I'll post again soon.
ENJOY.
ALGER, ALGERIA
The CIA transport was full. Dixon, Weiss, Sydney, Vaughn, Kendall and even Marshall were on their way to Algeria. It had been a while but Sydney felt confident she would be able to stop Sloane's men and retrieve the codes for the CIA. She and Dixon were going in together while the large strike team commanded by Vaughn would be waiting close by.
The city of Alger was dark as they finally descended into their destination. The heat seemed to grasp every agent and weigh down their steps before they set foot out of the aircraft.
Everyone split up at that point, Dixon and Sydney heading straight for the build, Vaughn organizing his team to strike and Kendall, Weiss and Marshall setting up the base operations.
"You're cleared to enter." Kendall spoke to Sydney and Dixon through his head piece.
"You take side entrance and I'll go in through the front." Dixon told Sydney. She had been surprised that upon regaining her agent status with the CIA she discovered Dixon had been promoted to the position her father once held.
Irina and Jack were already at the computer terminal downloading the codes onto disk. Jack had left to do a sweep of the halls surrounding the computer lab while Irina finished her task.
Sydney came to the door to the lab and communicated her position to base. She would take the codes and exit as quickly as possible. In the darkened room she caught sight of someone already at the terminal. She held her gun level with the person's head and spoke.
"Make one move and I'll shoot." She ordered.
Before the person at the terminal could turn to look at her, Sydney felt a gun barrel make soft contact with her neck.
"Drop it." The voice behind her stated.
Irina turned in the chair to see Jack holding a gun on the person with their gun trained on her. "Sydney." She breathed.
"Sydney?" Irina heard Jack reiterate. Sydney turned slightly to find her father behind her.
"Dad." She whispered.
ALGER, ALGERIA
The CIA transport was full. Dixon, Weiss, Sydney, Vaughn, Kendall and even Marshall were on their way to Algeria. It had been a while but Sydney felt confident she would be able to stop Sloane's men and retrieve the codes for the CIA. She and Dixon were going in together while the large strike team commanded by Vaughn would be waiting close by.
The city of Alger was dark as they finally descended into their destination. The heat seemed to grasp every agent and weigh down their steps before they set foot out of the aircraft.
Everyone split up at that point, Dixon and Sydney heading straight for the build, Vaughn organizing his team to strike and Kendall, Weiss and Marshall setting up the base operations.
"You're cleared to enter." Kendall spoke to Sydney and Dixon through his head piece.
"You take side entrance and I'll go in through the front." Dixon told Sydney. She had been surprised that upon regaining her agent status with the CIA she discovered Dixon had been promoted to the position her father once held.
Irina and Jack were already at the computer terminal downloading the codes onto disk. Jack had left to do a sweep of the halls surrounding the computer lab while Irina finished her task.
Sydney came to the door to the lab and communicated her position to base. She would take the codes and exit as quickly as possible. In the darkened room she caught sight of someone already at the terminal. She held her gun level with the person's head and spoke.
"Make one move and I'll shoot." She ordered.
Before the person at the terminal could turn to look at her, Sydney felt a gun barrel make soft contact with her neck.
"Drop it." The voice behind her stated.
Irina turned in the chair to see Jack holding a gun on the person with their gun trained on her. "Sydney." She breathed.
"Sydney?" Irina heard Jack reiterate. Sydney turned slightly to find her father behind her.
"Dad." She whispered.