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Sydney raced upstairs to retrieve Samantha. The teen was sitting on the bed, surrounded by her things, just staring at a blank spot on the wall. Her cheeks were tear stained from the crying. It was much like the way Sydney had first found Samantha back in her house. This time, Sydney didn't try to politely wake the girl from her reverie. "Sam, you and I have to run, right now."
Samantha didn't register what Sydney had said. There wasn't time, so Sydney grabbed Samantha's arm, and pulled her towards the door. "Samantha, Sark is right outside this house right now, we're going to try to make a run for it. Vaughn and Weiss are going to try to hold them back." Samantha was stunned for a second, before the realization hit her. She nodded, and followed Sydney. Swiftly, the two maneuvered their way to the hidden staircase, cleverly hidden in the master bedroom.
"Where does this lead?" Samantha asked as she ran down the stairs. Sydney was following her gun in hand, making sure that together they weren't being followed.
"Hopefully two cars and a couple clever disguises."
"What if there's only one car?"
Sydney said nothing, and continued to run. The short tunnel ended a fourth of a mile later when they reached a small garage, which fortunately held two cars. Sydney tossed a costume to Samantha. "Put this on." Sydney ordered.
Samantha looked at the short, dark, blonde wig in her hands, and the outfit Sydney had tossed her. She looked at it with disgust. "I'm sorry, I don't do punk. If you were to put any label on me, try prep." She said, holding up the black pants, and the Nightmare Before Christmas shirt.
"You do now. Besides, Samantha Daily doesn't do punk. Lauren Kissenger does punk. Oops, your accessories." Sydney handed Samantha a bag of various bracelets and a dog collar. "Your new alias is Lauren Kissenger. I'll go over it more in the car. Are you ready?" Sydney asked. She had just finished changing into her medium length dirty blonde wig, with preppyish jeans and a t-shirt. Samantha looked at Sydney's costume with envy burning in her eyes.
"I can't get my wig." Samantha confessed. Sydney quickly helped Samantha fix her wig, and instructed her to get into the car. She tossed the small file containing their aliases into Samantha's lap.
"Memorize all this. This file doesn't leave this room."
"How much time do I have?" Samantha asked, panicking over the three pages of information she had just been handed.
"Very little."
"What about you? Don't you have a file to memorize?"
"Easy. Elizabeth Collins. Wife to George Collins. Sister to Lauren Kissenger. I'm traveling with John Agee, best friend to George Collins. We're heading to LA to meet up with friends Henry and Lauretta Stapples, and Jennifer Ling to head to Kelly Juniper and Benjamin Stiesman wedding. Lauren is tagging along to visit some of the colleges along the west coast. The rest I can bullshit."
Samantha looked at Sydney in awe as the alias rolled easily off her tongue. "That was fast."
"Vaughn showed me my file in the office. I was able to glance over it while I was in there."
Samantha quickly looked at the file. Sydney picked up the cell phone that was put away. She turned it on, and dialed her father's phone number. While she told her father the situation, the clock was ticking. She and Samantha had been hiding in the garage for over five minutes as it was. The door was well hidden, but Sark undoubtedly had the resources to find them in a heartbeat. Her father was taking care of their plane information, as Sydney burned the small files containing their aliases. She grabbed the passports out of her own jean pockets, and began to step into the car.
It was then that Sydney heard gunshots from inside the house, and froze. Vaughn.
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