Okay, so here's your update, don't know what to say, I don't really have
much to say, so I'll keep this short. This chapter may be short, but
there's a huge twist in it, hope you don't all hate me, and read the
author's note at the end of the chapter, thanks to Screech for beta'ing,
and let me know what you think! Oh yeah, go UConn!
[21]
One week later...
The past week had passed by with amazing speed, they had been out every night, spending time with Delia, whom had very quickly become one of her best friends.
Delia had since gotten a restraining order on Danny, so no matter what, he would never be able to date someone in the apartment complex again.
It was on that night that Sydney got in late, sometime after two in the morning, after a girl's night out with Francie and Delia.
She found Vaughn was already asleep, and walked into the spare bedroom, staring at him from the doorway with a smile, before she yawned and decided it was time for her to go to bed.
Padding across the hallway, she climbed between the soft sheets of her bed, and instantly fell asleep.
~&~&~
A loud incessant beeping, one that alerted him to the fact that someone had just entered the apartment woke him up, and he immediately sat up, looking at the screens.
He watched as she walked in, and immediately retreated to what appeared to be her room.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the camera there showed her climb into bed.
But one thing brought a smile to his face.
The fact that she had not locked the door behind her, apparently too tired to remember.
He pulled his cell phone out, and dialed his employer.
"What is it?"
"It's happening tonight sir."
Sloane's ears perked up, "Call me when it's done."
With one last quick look at the monitors that alerted him that both Sydney and Vaughn were sound asleep, he grabbed his bag of supplies and left.
~&~&~
The door creaked as he opened it, gloves on his hands so he wouldn't leave any fingerprints anywhere that could identify it back to him.
He crept along until he stood outside the door where he had seen Sydney sleeping a few hours before.
And as the door opened, there she lay in all her beauty.
Opening his bag, he pulled the cloth soaked in chloroform out of the Ziploc bag it was in, and set the bag on the floor before he crept up beside her bed and kneeled down beside it.
With one hand on the back of her head, he brought the other hand, clad with the cloth over her mouth and nose.
Before she could even struggle, she was knocked out.
He opened the bag again, and pulled out his gag and ropes, gagging her so if and when she woke up, she couldn't scream, and the ropes to keep her immobilized.
And, in ten minutes, with no interruptions, he was dragging her towards the elevators; God wasn't he glad it was almost three in the morning.
In fifteen minutes, she was in his trunk, and he was heading to Dover Airfield, pulling his cell phone out on the way.
"Yes?"
"I have her sir," she answered.
"Did she put up any struggle?"
He laughed quietly, "None at all sir, she didn't even wake up."
"Very good, did you run into anymore trouble?"
"None, I got out of there without being spotted, and she's now in my trunk."
"How long until you get here?"
He smiled, he was redeeming himself after the mess of attempting to retrieve the Rambaldi Manuscript.
"I'm twenty minutes from Dover, and from there give me thirteen hours."
Sloane chuckled, this was surprisingly easy, "I'll see you and Miss Bristow then."
TBC...
~&~&~
IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I don't know if any of you read this, but I thought I would let you know that this morning I wrote the remainder of the story, all that is left is chapters 21-24 and an epilogue, the first chapter of the sequel [which is as of now tentatively called 'The Good Stuff' has also been written]. This story should wrap up around Tuesday or Wednesday, Thursday at the latest, and the sequel will most likely be posted on Friday or Saturday. I wanted to thank you all for sticking by me through
this story, it wouldn't be as big as it is without all of you, and the story as a whole is dedicated to Screech for being an awesome beta and for posting for me all those times that I couldn't, if it weren't for her.
[21]
One week later...
The past week had passed by with amazing speed, they had been out every night, spending time with Delia, whom had very quickly become one of her best friends.
Delia had since gotten a restraining order on Danny, so no matter what, he would never be able to date someone in the apartment complex again.
It was on that night that Sydney got in late, sometime after two in the morning, after a girl's night out with Francie and Delia.
She found Vaughn was already asleep, and walked into the spare bedroom, staring at him from the doorway with a smile, before she yawned and decided it was time for her to go to bed.
Padding across the hallway, she climbed between the soft sheets of her bed, and instantly fell asleep.
~&~&~
A loud incessant beeping, one that alerted him to the fact that someone had just entered the apartment woke him up, and he immediately sat up, looking at the screens.
He watched as she walked in, and immediately retreated to what appeared to be her room.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the camera there showed her climb into bed.
But one thing brought a smile to his face.
The fact that she had not locked the door behind her, apparently too tired to remember.
He pulled his cell phone out, and dialed his employer.
"What is it?"
"It's happening tonight sir."
Sloane's ears perked up, "Call me when it's done."
With one last quick look at the monitors that alerted him that both Sydney and Vaughn were sound asleep, he grabbed his bag of supplies and left.
~&~&~
The door creaked as he opened it, gloves on his hands so he wouldn't leave any fingerprints anywhere that could identify it back to him.
He crept along until he stood outside the door where he had seen Sydney sleeping a few hours before.
And as the door opened, there she lay in all her beauty.
Opening his bag, he pulled the cloth soaked in chloroform out of the Ziploc bag it was in, and set the bag on the floor before he crept up beside her bed and kneeled down beside it.
With one hand on the back of her head, he brought the other hand, clad with the cloth over her mouth and nose.
Before she could even struggle, she was knocked out.
He opened the bag again, and pulled out his gag and ropes, gagging her so if and when she woke up, she couldn't scream, and the ropes to keep her immobilized.
And, in ten minutes, with no interruptions, he was dragging her towards the elevators; God wasn't he glad it was almost three in the morning.
In fifteen minutes, she was in his trunk, and he was heading to Dover Airfield, pulling his cell phone out on the way.
"Yes?"
"I have her sir," she answered.
"Did she put up any struggle?"
He laughed quietly, "None at all sir, she didn't even wake up."
"Very good, did you run into anymore trouble?"
"None, I got out of there without being spotted, and she's now in my trunk."
"How long until you get here?"
He smiled, he was redeeming himself after the mess of attempting to retrieve the Rambaldi Manuscript.
"I'm twenty minutes from Dover, and from there give me thirteen hours."
Sloane chuckled, this was surprisingly easy, "I'll see you and Miss Bristow then."
TBC...
~&~&~
IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I don't know if any of you read this, but I thought I would let you know that this morning I wrote the remainder of the story, all that is left is chapters 21-24 and an epilogue, the first chapter of the sequel [which is as of now tentatively called 'The Good Stuff' has also been written]. This story should wrap up around Tuesday or Wednesday, Thursday at the latest, and the sequel will most likely be posted on Friday or Saturday. I wanted to thank you all for sticking by me through
this story, it wouldn't be as big as it is without all of you, and the story as a whole is dedicated to Screech for being an awesome beta and for posting for me all those times that I couldn't, if it weren't for her.