Chapter 8
Ring Ring Ring
Suddenly a loud noise registers into my mind and we break apart, angry at the offending sound. Turning to the door we realize that we have given them a little show and we pray that Eric and the rest haven't been there long, especially my mom and Alice, she means well but she's like Will, except I don't know if Syd ever dated Will, I'll have to ask her, Alice wants to be more than friends, she thinks she's in love, but she doesn't know a thing. I just hope my mom didn't see much, because even though it was like a ...heck 20 second kiss it's just embarrassing that my mom was looking, I think it will take a nice swim in the Pacific to turn my face back to it's usual color right now.
Ring
Ahh my savior from a very embarrassing encounter with everyone, Syd and I quickly disentangle ourselves and eric hands her the phone, shit that is not who I think it is....that is not who I think it is......dang it there's only one person delusional enough to use that caller id.
Phone Display
SPYMOMMY
Eric moves toward the bead and hand Sydney who is now sitting on the edge regaining her composure, she answers calmly and I'm amazed at her control. Thank G her phone can switch to speaker and we can all hear the caller speak.
S: Hello.
I: Darling! How is you little trip going!
S: Should I feel obligated to answer that?
I: I guess I deserve that.
S: No you deserve the death penalty, but I'm guessing that's not why you called.
I: Smart girl, I always knew you took after me.
S: How the hell am I supposed to be anything like you, or do I have to remind you that you supposedly died 20 years ago?
I: Don't take that tone with me or you won't get any intel at all. S: Just spit it out.
I: The club in Stockholm, I want to see you, I can only do this in person.
S: No if we meet we do it on my terms, I'm not so stupid, tomorrow 8 PM, theres a club in LA, Appllo, no backup, no snipers, just you out for a night on the town. Dance, or drink for an hour, I'll contact you with further directions at 9 PM.
I: Fine, but do tell Mr. Vaughn that I'm sorryt our last visit was cut so abruptly, I do hope to see him soon.
S: You won't see him ever again!
I: I beg to differ; you did put on such a passionate display a moment ago.
Irina hangs up. Sydney drops the phone and runs to the dresser grabs something, her purse, and the earrings that she took off, and grabbing a little device out of her purse she drops the earrings on the bed and kneels next to it, turning on the black device and punches in a code placing it next to the earrings it lets out a shrill beep and then the screen starts to change, the symbols moving faster than anyone can read, and stopping one letter at a time. After about five minutes the screen reads: 12 T St. Taipei, Taiwan. "The warehouse."
Ring Ring Ring
Suddenly a loud noise registers into my mind and we break apart, angry at the offending sound. Turning to the door we realize that we have given them a little show and we pray that Eric and the rest haven't been there long, especially my mom and Alice, she means well but she's like Will, except I don't know if Syd ever dated Will, I'll have to ask her, Alice wants to be more than friends, she thinks she's in love, but she doesn't know a thing. I just hope my mom didn't see much, because even though it was like a ...heck 20 second kiss it's just embarrassing that my mom was looking, I think it will take a nice swim in the Pacific to turn my face back to it's usual color right now.
Ring
Ahh my savior from a very embarrassing encounter with everyone, Syd and I quickly disentangle ourselves and eric hands her the phone, shit that is not who I think it is....that is not who I think it is......dang it there's only one person delusional enough to use that caller id.
Phone Display
SPYMOMMY
Eric moves toward the bead and hand Sydney who is now sitting on the edge regaining her composure, she answers calmly and I'm amazed at her control. Thank G her phone can switch to speaker and we can all hear the caller speak.
S: Hello.
I: Darling! How is you little trip going!
S: Should I feel obligated to answer that?
I: I guess I deserve that.
S: No you deserve the death penalty, but I'm guessing that's not why you called.
I: Smart girl, I always knew you took after me.
S: How the hell am I supposed to be anything like you, or do I have to remind you that you supposedly died 20 years ago?
I: Don't take that tone with me or you won't get any intel at all. S: Just spit it out.
I: The club in Stockholm, I want to see you, I can only do this in person.
S: No if we meet we do it on my terms, I'm not so stupid, tomorrow 8 PM, theres a club in LA, Appllo, no backup, no snipers, just you out for a night on the town. Dance, or drink for an hour, I'll contact you with further directions at 9 PM.
I: Fine, but do tell Mr. Vaughn that I'm sorryt our last visit was cut so abruptly, I do hope to see him soon.
S: You won't see him ever again!
I: I beg to differ; you did put on such a passionate display a moment ago.
Irina hangs up. Sydney drops the phone and runs to the dresser grabs something, her purse, and the earrings that she took off, and grabbing a little device out of her purse she drops the earrings on the bed and kneels next to it, turning on the black device and punches in a code placing it next to the earrings it lets out a shrill beep and then the screen starts to change, the symbols moving faster than anyone can read, and stopping one letter at a time. After about five minutes the screen reads: 12 T St. Taipei, Taiwan. "The warehouse."