Disclaimer: I don't own The Alias Show or any of the characters.
Sydney pulled into the Sd-6 parking garage, and pasted on her fake smile.
She headed to the elevator, and rode to Sub Level 6, and then she went through that horrible red flash.
It always annoyed her to have it flash in her eyes.
Sydney continued to smile as she walked in, and headed for her desk.
Ten minutes later, her dad came by to call her to the meeting.
As soon as everyone was seated around the meeting table Sloane began.
Clicking on the slide machine he said, "This is Edward Lee, he and his associates will be selling film, containing a slide show of various artifacts and other miscellaneous things."
"Sydney and Dixon will travel to Brazil, and it will be your job," Sloane directed this statement to Sydney. "to stop the sale, and acquire this film for us."
"Dixon, you will run comms."
Sydney and Dixon both nodded.
And then everyone turned their attention to Marshall.
"Oh, um, hi. How is everyone doing? Did you guys have a good lunch? I had a tuna sandwich and the tuna tasted a little fishy but— Here Sloane cut him off by clearing his throat.
"Oh yeah. Well Ms. Bristow your gadget this week will be this, and he held up what looked like a nice ink pen."
Sydney wrinkled her brow. "A pen?" She asked in confusion.
"Oh yeah." Marshal said smiling. "It contains knock out gas."
"Ok. So how does it work?" Sydney asked.
"Well you take the cap off like your gonna write with it. And then you press the button that normally makes the pen tip pop up. Just make sure your pointing the pen head away from your face. Cause that would be really, really bad." Marshall said with a small chuckle."
Later, as Sydney was heading home she realized just how stressed she was.
Normally Marshal could make her laugh. But it hadn't worked earlier with the whole tuna and pen thing.
"I'm going to go home, curl up with a good book, eat a pint of ice-cream, and go to bed early."
To Sydney's surprise, it actually worked out that way.
She went to bed at 8:00 p.m. and just as she was drifting off to sleep, she realized that she had a meeting with Vaughn in the morning.
Which made her fall asleep with a smile on her face.
Sydney hopped out of bed the next morning, and quickly pulled on one of her many business suits.
The thought of seeing Vaughn caused her to hurry in her morning routine.
Get up, get ready for work, eat breakfast, and hurry out the door.
Sydney smiled to herself as she drove toward the warehouse.
"Stop!" She scolded herself.
"We are just colleagues, nothing more. Well, a little bit more." She thought.
"Friends at least." She allowed herself that much.
Pulling up to the warehouse, she saw that his car was already there.
"He's always here ahead of me." Sydney thought with a sigh.
Sydney headed for the steel cage where they had their meetings, as she did so she noticed that her heels made loud clicking sound on the cement floor.
"My heels must give me away before I even get to him." She thought to herself.
"Maybe that's why he's never surprised to see me, when I come earlier than planned." Was her last thought before she reached him.
"Hi." He said with a smile.
"Hi." She replied.
Then slipping into business mode, she outlined her mission for him.
"Okay good. Your counter mission is simple.
What you do when you get back is to drop it off to me at the airport.
Try to take a few minutes getting your bags. Maybe go powder your nose or something.
Meanwhile we'll get a copy of the slide show, and give you the one with the best pictures missing. Since Sloane doesn't know exactly how many pictures are on there, he won't be able to tell that we pulled the best ones." Vaughn told her with a smile.
"Okay great." She said, with a wide smile.
"So, She suddenly asked him, have you gotten Will's test results back yet?
"No, not yet. But hopefully soon." He replied.
As she turned to leave he said, "Be careful, and I'll see you when you get back."
She smiled, and with a "I will be, and Okay." She was out the door.
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