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Here is the 8th chapter! Hope you like it!!
Lyssa, Lilli, Dan, and Jason ran towards the storeroom, afraid that an agent would jump out, and forbid them to rescue the agents missing in actions
Finally they reached their destination, and Lilli stepped up to the security computer screen.
She traced the edges of the screen, looking for a button that would activate the screen, and a key board.
She found it in the right- up hand corner, and pushed it mechanic machinery whirred, and out came the key board.
Nothing happened on screen, she glared at it and pushed the button again.
She noticed Dan try to come forward, she turned to give him her mothers death glare. She turned her attention back to the screen, which had come to life with color.
She entered her password thinking, "So now I have competition." She glanced at the boy behind her, romantic thoughts filling her head. She pushed them away, focusing on the task at hand.
She hacked her way into the CIA storeroom files.
She found the one that belonged to the storeroom, and typed in the password that activated the door.
It slid open and they walked inside.
Michael .C. Vaughn sat at his desk in the CIA main building. A dark scowl crossed his face as he reached over and pressed a button linked to an intercom, which went throughout the entire CIA building.
"Marshall?" he waited, "Marshall?!" his scowl increased, and his intercom beeped.
"Vaughn here, do we have tabs on Syd?" he answered.
He gave himself a mental kick, "I mean do we have tabs on agent Bristow-Vaughn." he said quickly.
She's not Syd at work Michael he told himself. Be professional. That made him think of the day they met, he smiled to himself .
"We've got her signal on screen Vaughn." said Marshall.
"Uh Vaughn could you wait a minute?" Marshall did not wait for an answer. Michael waited as he heard small yells of frustration between the agents in Marshall's office.
He thought about Sydney again, her chestnut hair, and soft brown eyes. He was about to drift off to Sydney world when Marshall's frantic voice brought him back down to earth.
"Hey, Vaughn?" Marshall was quite for a minute, "I know you're worried about Sydney, but we just lost her signal."
Vaughn was instantly alert. Sydney! Missing! Now he was freaking out.
Sydney Anne Bristow had ran out of his life once because of the Russians.
He was not about to lose her again.
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