Chapter 3
I walk gracefully into the mansion looking around me. The place is packed; it won't be hard to move around without being noticed. The mission was simple, I was to attend this party, being held by Alejandro Rodriguez, and break into his office upstairs and hack into his computer, retrieving the files on the computer and saving them on a disk for sd-6. At the party I would give the real one to a CIA agent also attending, and he would give me a fake disk, which held some dummy files created by the CIA for SD-6.
What intrigued me about his mission was that Sloane wanted us to retrieve this information, but did not know what the information would be, or so he said. There was no apparent reason to be going after anything this man might have, but the CIA decided that they wanted the information in their hands just in case. Before I could get into the office, I would have to shake Rodriguez's hand in order to get his handprint and be able to gain access to his study. I adjusted the large hair clip in my short blonde wig and smiled at a passerby.
*Flashback*
"This.well, it looks like, you know, just an ordinary hair clip, something you might wear in you hair, for a party, special occasion.yeah" Marshall lifted a large silver hair clip off of the table and held it up to his head to demonstrate, I tried not to let my laughter escape me as we stood in his office. "Yeah, well anyways, it's a decoder, to unlock, right, you've used one before, that will, you place it on the safe, like so" He held it in the air, pressing it against an imaginary safe, " and you press this sapphire right here, and it will, uh, open the safe for you." He smiled nervously and put down the clip, holding up a candy jar, "You want some m&m's.tootsie rolls?"
*End flashback*
On the other end of the room, I spotted Rodriguez, he looked like a filthy man, surrounded by women, all of them dripping with jewels. I picked up a martini and started in his direction. I caught his eye as I approached him, chills running down my spine as he looked me over, but they were not pleasant chills, like the ones I experienced with Vaughn, but gross, disgusting ones. I took a good look as him as he left his fan club and headed towards me, he was wearing a white suit and his shirt was half open, revealing sickening chest hair. A gold chain hung around his neck and his hands were decorated with many golden rings that showed off expensive jewels. I tried to smile in what I hoped was a flirty, mischievous grin as he stopped in front of me and grabbed my hand. He brought my hand up to his mouth, his slimy lips lingering on them longer than necessary. Thank god for the gloves.
"Hello darling, I believe I have not had the pleasure of meeting you?" His thick Spanish accent was clear in his speech and I tried my best to smile, his hand still on mine. At least I had the handprint; I was going to get out of here as fast as possible.
"Jessica Dryier" I replied, introducing myself.
"Ah, you are an American?" I nodded my head, it was getting hard to keep a smile on my face, "I love American women, they are always so.feisty" I wanted to rip my hand away at that very instant and smack this bastard across the face. "May I offer you a dance?" It was going to be harder to escape him than I thought.
"I would love to dance with you" He took my drink and placed it on the table beside him. Then, pulling me gently by the hand he brought me onto the dance floor as a slow tune began to play. As he wrapped his arms around my waist I tried to ignore the revolting feeling his hands were leaving on me. His hands glided freely up and down my bare back, and all I could do was smile. He pulled me closer, our bodies pressing together so I could no longer see his face. I wanted to throw up right then and there, but something, rather someone, caught my attention.
As we moved slowly across the dance floor I spotted a pair of familiar- looking, bright green eyes. But it couldn't be, of course it wasn't him. I tried to push the thought away but every time I came to find these eyes again, they were staring right at me. It was only when I felt something strange that I snapped back to reality.
While this pair of grand, green eyes had distracted me, the sick bastard I was dancing with decided to be smart with me. I wanted to push him away from me with all of my strength and kick him in the stomach as many times as necessary. His hand was wandering close to the edge of the dress along my back, running up and down my skin. When I felt it something inside me snap, I came back to reality filled with a deep tremor of disgust. Slowly he had slid his hand under the edge of the dress and was stroking my delicate skin. His hand began to rise when I moved slightly, causing his hand to slip out from under my dress just as the music ended.
"Thank you for the dance" I said, no longer smiling, and walked away without giving him a chance to speak and rushing into the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and leaned against the door. I tried to rid myself of all the horrible feelings spreading through my body, the feeling of his greasy, oily hands against my skin. I stepped out after washing myself with water slightly, trying to avoid Rodriguez under any circumstance. I still had a job to do.
Running swiftly up the stairs, I kept an eye out for any guards. It surprised me that I didn't find any. I had expected at least two or three of them before I reached the office. I figured it was a lucky coincidence and located the door to the study. I grasped the doorknob and was stunned when I found that the door was unlocked. Something strange was going on, and it was giving me an eerie feeling. My mind wandered back to those bright green eyes, but I quickly pushed the thought away and proceeded into the office.
I found the safe quickly and pressed the hair clip against it. I pressed the blue sapphire and opened the safe. Inside the safe was the one thing I needed to access the computers files. A key, it was that simple. I retrieved the key and made my way to the computer. I turned on the machine and accessed the main database, sliding the key into its slot and turning it. I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as I accessed the information and slipped the disk into the drive. I waited impatiently as the files were slowly copied and transferred to the disk. Pulling the disk out, I shut off the machine. I grabbed the key and put it back in its place inside the safe. Closing the safe I heard something behind me. Footsteps.
"I should have known such a lovely young woman would be up to something" Rodriguez stood directly behind me, holding a gun to my head. "It's not the disk I want, it's you. Give me what I want and you will leave unharmed." I panicked, unsure of what to do. I was about to turn and knock him down, running the risk that the trigger could be pulled and I could be injured when I heard a loud thud and turned, only to find myself face to face with one of the people I least wanted to see right now.
*** A/N: alright guys, that's your new chapter for today. Who do you think has saved Syd this time? ;)
I walk gracefully into the mansion looking around me. The place is packed; it won't be hard to move around without being noticed. The mission was simple, I was to attend this party, being held by Alejandro Rodriguez, and break into his office upstairs and hack into his computer, retrieving the files on the computer and saving them on a disk for sd-6. At the party I would give the real one to a CIA agent also attending, and he would give me a fake disk, which held some dummy files created by the CIA for SD-6.
What intrigued me about his mission was that Sloane wanted us to retrieve this information, but did not know what the information would be, or so he said. There was no apparent reason to be going after anything this man might have, but the CIA decided that they wanted the information in their hands just in case. Before I could get into the office, I would have to shake Rodriguez's hand in order to get his handprint and be able to gain access to his study. I adjusted the large hair clip in my short blonde wig and smiled at a passerby.
*Flashback*
"This.well, it looks like, you know, just an ordinary hair clip, something you might wear in you hair, for a party, special occasion.yeah" Marshall lifted a large silver hair clip off of the table and held it up to his head to demonstrate, I tried not to let my laughter escape me as we stood in his office. "Yeah, well anyways, it's a decoder, to unlock, right, you've used one before, that will, you place it on the safe, like so" He held it in the air, pressing it against an imaginary safe, " and you press this sapphire right here, and it will, uh, open the safe for you." He smiled nervously and put down the clip, holding up a candy jar, "You want some m&m's.tootsie rolls?"
*End flashback*
On the other end of the room, I spotted Rodriguez, he looked like a filthy man, surrounded by women, all of them dripping with jewels. I picked up a martini and started in his direction. I caught his eye as I approached him, chills running down my spine as he looked me over, but they were not pleasant chills, like the ones I experienced with Vaughn, but gross, disgusting ones. I took a good look as him as he left his fan club and headed towards me, he was wearing a white suit and his shirt was half open, revealing sickening chest hair. A gold chain hung around his neck and his hands were decorated with many golden rings that showed off expensive jewels. I tried to smile in what I hoped was a flirty, mischievous grin as he stopped in front of me and grabbed my hand. He brought my hand up to his mouth, his slimy lips lingering on them longer than necessary. Thank god for the gloves.
"Hello darling, I believe I have not had the pleasure of meeting you?" His thick Spanish accent was clear in his speech and I tried my best to smile, his hand still on mine. At least I had the handprint; I was going to get out of here as fast as possible.
"Jessica Dryier" I replied, introducing myself.
"Ah, you are an American?" I nodded my head, it was getting hard to keep a smile on my face, "I love American women, they are always so.feisty" I wanted to rip my hand away at that very instant and smack this bastard across the face. "May I offer you a dance?" It was going to be harder to escape him than I thought.
"I would love to dance with you" He took my drink and placed it on the table beside him. Then, pulling me gently by the hand he brought me onto the dance floor as a slow tune began to play. As he wrapped his arms around my waist I tried to ignore the revolting feeling his hands were leaving on me. His hands glided freely up and down my bare back, and all I could do was smile. He pulled me closer, our bodies pressing together so I could no longer see his face. I wanted to throw up right then and there, but something, rather someone, caught my attention.
As we moved slowly across the dance floor I spotted a pair of familiar- looking, bright green eyes. But it couldn't be, of course it wasn't him. I tried to push the thought away but every time I came to find these eyes again, they were staring right at me. It was only when I felt something strange that I snapped back to reality.
While this pair of grand, green eyes had distracted me, the sick bastard I was dancing with decided to be smart with me. I wanted to push him away from me with all of my strength and kick him in the stomach as many times as necessary. His hand was wandering close to the edge of the dress along my back, running up and down my skin. When I felt it something inside me snap, I came back to reality filled with a deep tremor of disgust. Slowly he had slid his hand under the edge of the dress and was stroking my delicate skin. His hand began to rise when I moved slightly, causing his hand to slip out from under my dress just as the music ended.
"Thank you for the dance" I said, no longer smiling, and walked away without giving him a chance to speak and rushing into the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and leaned against the door. I tried to rid myself of all the horrible feelings spreading through my body, the feeling of his greasy, oily hands against my skin. I stepped out after washing myself with water slightly, trying to avoid Rodriguez under any circumstance. I still had a job to do.
Running swiftly up the stairs, I kept an eye out for any guards. It surprised me that I didn't find any. I had expected at least two or three of them before I reached the office. I figured it was a lucky coincidence and located the door to the study. I grasped the doorknob and was stunned when I found that the door was unlocked. Something strange was going on, and it was giving me an eerie feeling. My mind wandered back to those bright green eyes, but I quickly pushed the thought away and proceeded into the office.
I found the safe quickly and pressed the hair clip against it. I pressed the blue sapphire and opened the safe. Inside the safe was the one thing I needed to access the computers files. A key, it was that simple. I retrieved the key and made my way to the computer. I turned on the machine and accessed the main database, sliding the key into its slot and turning it. I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as I accessed the information and slipped the disk into the drive. I waited impatiently as the files were slowly copied and transferred to the disk. Pulling the disk out, I shut off the machine. I grabbed the key and put it back in its place inside the safe. Closing the safe I heard something behind me. Footsteps.
"I should have known such a lovely young woman would be up to something" Rodriguez stood directly behind me, holding a gun to my head. "It's not the disk I want, it's you. Give me what I want and you will leave unharmed." I panicked, unsure of what to do. I was about to turn and knock him down, running the risk that the trigger could be pulled and I could be injured when I heard a loud thud and turned, only to find myself face to face with one of the people I least wanted to see right now.
*** A/N: alright guys, that's your new chapter for today. Who do you think has saved Syd this time? ;)