Authors Note: I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to post this chapter but
I have been busy with school and my other story. Hopefully I can write more
during the holidays. As always thanks Aqua. Please review ( thanks.
Sydney was lead outside and the bright light hurt her eyes. She was used to the dim light from her cell. She hadn't yet received all of the information about the mission they were sending her on and she hoped it wouldn't involve hurting anyone. She was guided to a cab. The man she had now come to know as Mr Black stood waiting.
"This is for you," he said passing her a mobile phone. "We will use it to keep in contact with you."
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Sydney asked as she took the phone.
"All in good time, Miss Bristow." He said as he gestured for her to get in to the car.
Sydney sighed as she sat down in the cab. She watched as he whispered something to the driver before shutting her door.
"Have a nice trip."
Sloane entered SD-6 followed closely by three guards. He opened the door to his office and smirked at Mr Veitch's surprised face.
"Mr Sloane, what a surprise. You weren't due back for a couple of days."
Sloane ignored him and motioned for the guards to take him into custody.
"What's going on? Look if this is about Miss Bristow."
"Take him. I will be there shortly."
Sloane watched as Mr Veitch was dragged away with a smile.
Sydney watched as the cab pulled into the airport. She had a feeling she wasn't going to be in Hawaii for much longer. She opened the door as the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Miss Bristow you will find a bag in the trunk."
She motioned for the driver to open it and she saw there indeed was a small black bag sitting there.
"Inside you will find a plane ticket. We will contact you when you land." And with that the phone went dead.
Sydney opened the bag and found the plane ticket. She looked at the ticket to find out the destination. The black ink stared back at her. She was going home. The taxi pulled away before she could ask anything. She looked back down at her ticket, the plane left in 20 minutes.
Cathy sighed as she heard the familiar music of being on hold. His was the third airline she had called trying to find tickets to Hawaii. She had been Vaughn's secretary for years and she had never seen him this worked up over plane tickets. "Hello?" the operator's voice broke the boring music.
"Yes I'm still here."
"I'm sorry we have no flights available. There is one next week."
"No it alright. Thank-you."
Cathy sighed as she hung up the phone. She riffled through some papers trying to find the number of yet another airline.
Weiss sat in Vaughn's office and watched him pace. "Mike sit down before you make a hole in the floor."
Vaughn glared at him before sitting down. "It's taking way too long."
"Be patient man. If you want to do this properly without informing Devlin then it's going to take time."
"No. Jack was supposed to ring me half an hour ago."
"Maybe he's busy taking Mr Veitch into custody."
"No, Sloane came back two hours ago."
"Okay so he's busy bashing the shit out of him."
Jack sat down and looked over at the man that had sent his daughter into a trap. Sloane wouldn't allow him to talk to the man, but it didn't mean he couldn't watch. He heard his screams and smiled. He wasn't giving up any information but he would.
"Any progress?" Sloane asked standing behind him.
"No."
"We'll find her Jack, don't worry."
Jack stared at Sloane and noticed the time on his watch. "Will you excuse me, I have a call to make."
"Of course."
Jack walked as fast as he could without breaking into a run. He was at least thirty minutes late in calling agent Vaughn. As much as he disliked the man, he did feel glad that he was back looking for Sydney. He walked to his car drove to a place where he could safely call agent Vaughn.
Vaughn felt sleep creep up on him as he hung up the phone. Jack had confirmed the worst. They hadn't made any progress with the impostor, only that his first name was Ben. Vaughn looked up at the knock on his door, it was Cathy.
"I'm afraid I couldn't book any flights. It's holiday season and the earliest I can get is next week."
"Thanks Cathy, don't worry about it." Vaughn felt like screaming. He watched Cathy leave and Weiss enter.
"No flights huh."
"None." Vaughn felt useless. A feeling that he did not enjoy. He wanted to do something even if it was just wandering around Hawaii looking for her.
"I'm here to tell you that Devlin has ordered you to go home and get some sleep."
Vaughn felt to tired to protest and part of his brain told him he needed to rest if he was going to help Sydney. "Okay." He would have laughed if he had any energy at Weiss's face.
"You're not going to argue?"
"I can't help if I'm falling asleep every minute. I'll be back in four or five hours."
"Four or five hours! You'll never get any rest. And I thought I wasn't going to have to force you to follow orders."
"Four or Five hours," Vaughn repeated gathering his things.
Sydney sat at a table at a café near the airport. She checked for the tenth time that the phone was on and sighed. She wanted nothing more than to call Vaughn and tell him about Dixon. She wanted to hear him tell her it would be okay. She stared down at the phone considering it. The shrill ring broke her out of her daydream and she sighed as she picked it up.
"Have a nice flight?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Ahh quick to get started, good. Well we have been studying you for a while Miss Bristow. We understand that you are a double agent for the CIA."
Sydney tensed realising this had suddenly gotten a lot more serious. "Who are you?"
"Lets just say we are a small organization interested in Rambaldi. I wouldn't worry about us informing SD-6 of your involvement with the CIA. We want them taken down almost as must as you do."
Sydney winced as he let out a gruff laugh.
"Now you are to go back to SD-6 and give them a cover story."
"What cover story?"
"You are to say that you were caught by K-Directorate and that you have no idea where Dixon is. You escaped and came back. You are to use this if the CIA contacts you. We'll call you in two hours."
Sydney hung up and then continued to call a number she knew well. Vaughn's.
Sydney was lead outside and the bright light hurt her eyes. She was used to the dim light from her cell. She hadn't yet received all of the information about the mission they were sending her on and she hoped it wouldn't involve hurting anyone. She was guided to a cab. The man she had now come to know as Mr Black stood waiting.
"This is for you," he said passing her a mobile phone. "We will use it to keep in contact with you."
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Sydney asked as she took the phone.
"All in good time, Miss Bristow." He said as he gestured for her to get in to the car.
Sydney sighed as she sat down in the cab. She watched as he whispered something to the driver before shutting her door.
"Have a nice trip."
Sloane entered SD-6 followed closely by three guards. He opened the door to his office and smirked at Mr Veitch's surprised face.
"Mr Sloane, what a surprise. You weren't due back for a couple of days."
Sloane ignored him and motioned for the guards to take him into custody.
"What's going on? Look if this is about Miss Bristow."
"Take him. I will be there shortly."
Sloane watched as Mr Veitch was dragged away with a smile.
Sydney watched as the cab pulled into the airport. She had a feeling she wasn't going to be in Hawaii for much longer. She opened the door as the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Miss Bristow you will find a bag in the trunk."
She motioned for the driver to open it and she saw there indeed was a small black bag sitting there.
"Inside you will find a plane ticket. We will contact you when you land." And with that the phone went dead.
Sydney opened the bag and found the plane ticket. She looked at the ticket to find out the destination. The black ink stared back at her. She was going home. The taxi pulled away before she could ask anything. She looked back down at her ticket, the plane left in 20 minutes.
Cathy sighed as she heard the familiar music of being on hold. His was the third airline she had called trying to find tickets to Hawaii. She had been Vaughn's secretary for years and she had never seen him this worked up over plane tickets. "Hello?" the operator's voice broke the boring music.
"Yes I'm still here."
"I'm sorry we have no flights available. There is one next week."
"No it alright. Thank-you."
Cathy sighed as she hung up the phone. She riffled through some papers trying to find the number of yet another airline.
Weiss sat in Vaughn's office and watched him pace. "Mike sit down before you make a hole in the floor."
Vaughn glared at him before sitting down. "It's taking way too long."
"Be patient man. If you want to do this properly without informing Devlin then it's going to take time."
"No. Jack was supposed to ring me half an hour ago."
"Maybe he's busy taking Mr Veitch into custody."
"No, Sloane came back two hours ago."
"Okay so he's busy bashing the shit out of him."
Jack sat down and looked over at the man that had sent his daughter into a trap. Sloane wouldn't allow him to talk to the man, but it didn't mean he couldn't watch. He heard his screams and smiled. He wasn't giving up any information but he would.
"Any progress?" Sloane asked standing behind him.
"No."
"We'll find her Jack, don't worry."
Jack stared at Sloane and noticed the time on his watch. "Will you excuse me, I have a call to make."
"Of course."
Jack walked as fast as he could without breaking into a run. He was at least thirty minutes late in calling agent Vaughn. As much as he disliked the man, he did feel glad that he was back looking for Sydney. He walked to his car drove to a place where he could safely call agent Vaughn.
Vaughn felt sleep creep up on him as he hung up the phone. Jack had confirmed the worst. They hadn't made any progress with the impostor, only that his first name was Ben. Vaughn looked up at the knock on his door, it was Cathy.
"I'm afraid I couldn't book any flights. It's holiday season and the earliest I can get is next week."
"Thanks Cathy, don't worry about it." Vaughn felt like screaming. He watched Cathy leave and Weiss enter.
"No flights huh."
"None." Vaughn felt useless. A feeling that he did not enjoy. He wanted to do something even if it was just wandering around Hawaii looking for her.
"I'm here to tell you that Devlin has ordered you to go home and get some sleep."
Vaughn felt to tired to protest and part of his brain told him he needed to rest if he was going to help Sydney. "Okay." He would have laughed if he had any energy at Weiss's face.
"You're not going to argue?"
"I can't help if I'm falling asleep every minute. I'll be back in four or five hours."
"Four or five hours! You'll never get any rest. And I thought I wasn't going to have to force you to follow orders."
"Four or Five hours," Vaughn repeated gathering his things.
Sydney sat at a table at a café near the airport. She checked for the tenth time that the phone was on and sighed. She wanted nothing more than to call Vaughn and tell him about Dixon. She wanted to hear him tell her it would be okay. She stared down at the phone considering it. The shrill ring broke her out of her daydream and she sighed as she picked it up.
"Have a nice flight?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Ahh quick to get started, good. Well we have been studying you for a while Miss Bristow. We understand that you are a double agent for the CIA."
Sydney tensed realising this had suddenly gotten a lot more serious. "Who are you?"
"Lets just say we are a small organization interested in Rambaldi. I wouldn't worry about us informing SD-6 of your involvement with the CIA. We want them taken down almost as must as you do."
Sydney winced as he let out a gruff laugh.
"Now you are to go back to SD-6 and give them a cover story."
"What cover story?"
"You are to say that you were caught by K-Directorate and that you have no idea where Dixon is. You escaped and came back. You are to use this if the CIA contacts you. We'll call you in two hours."
Sydney hung up and then continued to call a number she knew well. Vaughn's.