This chapter contains the first bit of action I've ever tried to write! So please be nice, but tell me what you think, and I'll write the next chapter.
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Sydney wore a curly dark red wig and a shiny lavender dress. The ring dazzled on her finger as she entered the party. Techno music with a solid beat drummed into her ears. How come these parties are always so much the same, she wondered. A man with salt-and-pepper hair watched her as she grabbed a drink. Sydney noticed, and waited for him to approach.
"Hello, miss," said Salt-and-Pepper.
Sydney didn't smile. "I'm not interested," she said matter-of-factly. Salt-and-Pepper walked away. She waited for him to turn his attention to something else. She set her drink on the counter, and walked into the hallway. The walls were beige, and lined with doors. The door at the second to the end was locked, and needed an ID card to get in. Sydney used the card Marshal had given her, and walked inside. She squeezed part of her violet tinted sunglasses and said, "I'm in." She looked around for the location of the tape. The cassette was in a locked drawer. She found the drawer, and picked open the lock. She reached in and pulled out the tape. She thought she heard footsteps in the distance. She dove under a nearby desk and put the tape into the player. The cassette player would search for a place where there was sound and begin playing there. As the tape fast-forwarded, the footsteps sounded closer. Finally the tape player clicked. She pressed down on the ring as the word "Destino" emitted from the tape player. It stopped. She pressed her sunglasses and said, "I've got it." She took the tape from the cassette player and dove out the window, just before Salt-and-Pepper entered the room.
She got into the car with Dixon and handed him the tape. "Let's go."
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Sydney didn't want to give the ring back to Vaughn the next day. After all, the ring had transmitted the code word to the CIA when it was recorded so they could process it before SD-6.
"Good job, Sydney," Vaughn said as she entered the warehouse.
Sydney smiled and pulled the ring off her finger, handing it to him. "it's such a pretty ring. I wish I could keep it."
"Yeah, well, it's probably best if you don't. It could be traceable. And," Vaughn glanced away for a second, "Handlers shouldn't be giving out gifts."
"But I've always liked the ones you've given me."
Vaughn blushed, "Thank you." He paused and looked back up at Sydney. "There's a slight problem. We still don't know what the password is supposed to be used for. We need… well we need you to ask you mother."
"She's not my mother."
Vaughn nodded. "Right, Syd, I'm sorry. We need you to ask Derevco."
Sydney looked down. She didn't want to speak to that woman. But she knew she would have to. Without looking up at Vaughn, she nodded. He put a hand on her shoulder and when she looked back up at him he said, "It will be okay. It will all be okay."
To Sydney, those words of comfort meant so much. She embraced Vaughn, who held her back. At this point, she couldn't stop her tears. She buried her face in Vaughn's shoulder and let him stroke her hair.
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Francie couldn't get Zadrian's dazzling smile out of her head. It popped up when she was eating, when she tried to work on the plans for her restaurant, and before she went to bed at night. He had been so warm and friendly. Was it possible she had found her true love? That was silly. She couldn't be thinking like this before they'd even gone out, but that smile! That smile was so incredible.
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Sydney wore a curly dark red wig and a shiny lavender dress. The ring dazzled on her finger as she entered the party. Techno music with a solid beat drummed into her ears. How come these parties are always so much the same, she wondered. A man with salt-and-pepper hair watched her as she grabbed a drink. Sydney noticed, and waited for him to approach.
"Hello, miss," said Salt-and-Pepper.
Sydney didn't smile. "I'm not interested," she said matter-of-factly. Salt-and-Pepper walked away. She waited for him to turn his attention to something else. She set her drink on the counter, and walked into the hallway. The walls were beige, and lined with doors. The door at the second to the end was locked, and needed an ID card to get in. Sydney used the card Marshal had given her, and walked inside. She squeezed part of her violet tinted sunglasses and said, "I'm in." She looked around for the location of the tape. The cassette was in a locked drawer. She found the drawer, and picked open the lock. She reached in and pulled out the tape. She thought she heard footsteps in the distance. She dove under a nearby desk and put the tape into the player. The cassette player would search for a place where there was sound and begin playing there. As the tape fast-forwarded, the footsteps sounded closer. Finally the tape player clicked. She pressed down on the ring as the word "Destino" emitted from the tape player. It stopped. She pressed her sunglasses and said, "I've got it." She took the tape from the cassette player and dove out the window, just before Salt-and-Pepper entered the room.
She got into the car with Dixon and handed him the tape. "Let's go."
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Sydney didn't want to give the ring back to Vaughn the next day. After all, the ring had transmitted the code word to the CIA when it was recorded so they could process it before SD-6.
"Good job, Sydney," Vaughn said as she entered the warehouse.
Sydney smiled and pulled the ring off her finger, handing it to him. "it's such a pretty ring. I wish I could keep it."
"Yeah, well, it's probably best if you don't. It could be traceable. And," Vaughn glanced away for a second, "Handlers shouldn't be giving out gifts."
"But I've always liked the ones you've given me."
Vaughn blushed, "Thank you." He paused and looked back up at Sydney. "There's a slight problem. We still don't know what the password is supposed to be used for. We need… well we need you to ask you mother."
"She's not my mother."
Vaughn nodded. "Right, Syd, I'm sorry. We need you to ask Derevco."
Sydney looked down. She didn't want to speak to that woman. But she knew she would have to. Without looking up at Vaughn, she nodded. He put a hand on her shoulder and when she looked back up at him he said, "It will be okay. It will all be okay."
To Sydney, those words of comfort meant so much. She embraced Vaughn, who held her back. At this point, she couldn't stop her tears. She buried her face in Vaughn's shoulder and let him stroke her hair.
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Francie couldn't get Zadrian's dazzling smile out of her head. It popped up when she was eating, when she tried to work on the plans for her restaurant, and before she went to bed at night. He had been so warm and friendly. Was it possible she had found her true love? That was silly. She couldn't be thinking like this before they'd even gone out, but that smile! That smile was so incredible.