Ch 4 disclaimers in CH 1..go read them there
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"Boyscout?" The whispered question came from the darkness.
"Yea?"
"I'm at the insertion point but there's a small problem."
"What?"
"A 15 foot fence, 6 German Shepards, at least 10 more guards and a partridge in a pear tree," Sydney hissed from the darkness into her comm. She ducked and froze as a spotlight passed over her.
"How the hell did we miss this?" The radio was silent. "They must know something is up. These added measures weren't here 48 hours ago. Something must have them worried."
"Adivise" Sydney sat quietly, waiting while the darkness seemed to grow.
"Wait one." More silence. As it grew each moment, so did the worry in the back of Sydney's mind. "Okay Mountaineer, here's the plan." The sudden noise made her jump slightly. "Travel one and a half clicks south of your location. There should be a sewer entrance into the compound. It's pattrolled but we don't think it's going to be a problem for you. After you reach the entrance there, climb down into the under ground acess tunnel and follow the pipes to a gray conduit box. This turns off the outer alarms. We'll have Marshall hack in and corrupt their system while you sneak in and retrieve the notebooks."
"Copy. I'll contact you once I'm out. Out."
'Good luck Sydney,' Vaughn sighed quietly. Sitting back in his chair he stared at the sattelite image and watched, waiting. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
"Intelligence has intercepted a comunique from one Julian Sark to a Mr. Rasheed Hamaskin. In it there was mention of the artifact now in our possesion and twelve notebooks that we didn't know about until now. These notebooks are suposed to contain 6 individual access codes for a device. Each notebook has a seperate piece of the whole code. None of it is in order. The books also contain instructions for operation once we have the codes deciphered. Sydney, Vaughn, I want you two on a plane in three hours. Your coordinates, mission breif and equipment are already waiting for you. Once you arrive, you are to covertly break into the home of Hamaskin before Sark gets there. The books are in the house somewhere. Thermal imaging has narowed it down to several places. We estimate enemy numbers to be managble. Good luck. Any questions?" There were none. "Alright, off you go. Be careful"
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The darkness was now full as Sydney slipped from the trees into the clearing. She could see the sewar entrance in front of her. She moved slowly, looking around. Prying the heavy door open, she slipped inside. "Boyscout, this is Mountaneer. I am in the facility. I'll check in once I get to the conduit. Over"
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30 minutes later
"Boyscout this is Mountaineer, Im on my way out. ETA 5 minutes"
"OK Mountaineer. We'll be waiting." The comms clicked off and Vaughn started his car. "Weiss, she's on her way out. I'm going to pick her up. We'll be back at the safehouse in 10 minutes. On a plane in 12 hours. See you then."
"Ok man, see you then. Be safe." Vaughn pulled around into a dark alley and waited. 4 minutes passed, then 5 and still no sign of her. Suddenly the crack of a lone gunshot split the night. To his left, a door slammed open as Sydney burst through it. She sprinted this his car and dove in. Just as Vaughn shifted into a gear a guard came out of the door Sydney just exited. He fired a burst of automatic gunfire at the car as Vaughn sped away. "Are you alright?" He asked once they had cleared the alley.
"Yea...I'm fine." Sydney said, trying to catch her breath. Vaughn looked over at her as she grimaced. "I think a round grazed my lower back. When we get to the safehouse I'm going to have to check it."
"Ok, we'll get there soon. You sure you're okay Sydney?"
"Yea Vaughn. I'm okay." She said, smiling a little.
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Safehouse
"Take off your shirt Syd" Vaughn said with a telltale grin.
"What? No first date?" She teased.
"I thought some ameteur field surgery was romantic enough. No?" Sydney laguhed and lifted up her shirt. When she got it to her head she groaned slightly and Vaughn moved to help her. "Doesnt the agency treat agents to dress? Where are the tax dollars going?" Vaughn said softly as he finished romoving her shirt. Taking Sydney by the arm, he gently led her into better light to examine her. On the lower left side of her back there was a small wound. About two inches long, the bulet graze was still bleeding slightly. "Okay, it's not bad. Just needs a bandage and some antiseptic."
"Is that all? Feels like my lower back is on fire."
"I thought you had a higher tolerance for pain then that Bristow. What's next, amputation for a sliver?"
"No, but maybe castration for smartasses." She glared at him. Seeing his horrified look, Sydney started laughing.
"Fine, I'm just going to play doctor now. Shhh or you wont get a sticker when I'm done."
"Damn..." Grinning Vaughn cleaned the wound and then bandaged it. He resisted the urge to place a gentle kiss over the area and instead, ran his finger tips up her back slightly. Hearing her gasp made a grin cross his face. He erased it as he stood.
"Aren't you going to kiss it better?" Sydney asked as she turned towards Vaughn.
"Hmm...is that a request?" Instead of answering Sydney leaned foreward and placed a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
"Think of it as something else I'll have to repay you for." She whispered as she pulled back. A grin in place.
"In that case.." Vaughn said as he leaned down. He placed a gentle kiss over the middle of the white bandage. Standing back up, he leaned foreward and kissed her gently. "You drive me insane sometimes Syd. Every time you go on a mission I lose ten years off of my life. And then when you come back, I lose ten more because of that reasuring smile you have. You're going to be the death of me one of these days." He said as he moved a strand of hair from her face.
"Soon, we wont have to do this anymore. Soon the only thing we'll need to worry about is the food getting cold. And when you think of it, that isnt even a concern because if I remember correctly, you told me 'You do have a microwave you know. We can always reheat.'" Sydney said as she moved her hands to his. Vaughn chuckled softly.
"Are you propsitioning me Agent Bristow?"
"MMM...Of course not. Blatant subtlty was never my strong suit. Ironically enough. Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of dinner and a nice 9 hours of sleep. You may worry about me on missions. But you get to sit in a car and worry. I get to run around and save the country and get shot at and worry." She said, tapping his chest for emphasis.
"Toucher. You go take the shower that has been on your mind since we got here and I will make you some dinner. Then you're going to get your 9 hours of sleep and it will be uninterupted because I'll shoot anything that disturbs you."
"Wow Vaughn. So chivalrious of you. How did you know about the shower?"
"Hahaha. Actually I want 8 and a half hours of uninterupted sleep and I can read you like a book when it comes to food, and cleanliness so go ahead."
"I knew there had to be alterior motives." She grinned at him and he turned, laughing. "Alright. We have to be back in LA in about 11 hours so off I go. When Im done, we can try and go over the notebooks. See if there's anything we need to know before we get back to LA.. I sent Marshall the data from the computers but he said he wouldn't know anything until he had the notebooks so I guess this means we might get a vacation."
"Yea...maybe" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Okay....this chapter sucked and Im going to post it for now..but a rewrite is coming I think. Something not so gag worthy and more pertinent to the story. Its going to take a few days cause of school and work. Sorry...hope no one chokes on this work of crap.
"Boyscout?" The whispered question came from the darkness.
"Yea?"
"I'm at the insertion point but there's a small problem."
"What?"
"A 15 foot fence, 6 German Shepards, at least 10 more guards and a partridge in a pear tree," Sydney hissed from the darkness into her comm. She ducked and froze as a spotlight passed over her.
"How the hell did we miss this?" The radio was silent. "They must know something is up. These added measures weren't here 48 hours ago. Something must have them worried."
"Adivise" Sydney sat quietly, waiting while the darkness seemed to grow.
"Wait one." More silence. As it grew each moment, so did the worry in the back of Sydney's mind. "Okay Mountaineer, here's the plan." The sudden noise made her jump slightly. "Travel one and a half clicks south of your location. There should be a sewer entrance into the compound. It's pattrolled but we don't think it's going to be a problem for you. After you reach the entrance there, climb down into the under ground acess tunnel and follow the pipes to a gray conduit box. This turns off the outer alarms. We'll have Marshall hack in and corrupt their system while you sneak in and retrieve the notebooks."
"Copy. I'll contact you once I'm out. Out."
'Good luck Sydney,' Vaughn sighed quietly. Sitting back in his chair he stared at the sattelite image and watched, waiting. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
"Intelligence has intercepted a comunique from one Julian Sark to a Mr. Rasheed Hamaskin. In it there was mention of the artifact now in our possesion and twelve notebooks that we didn't know about until now. These notebooks are suposed to contain 6 individual access codes for a device. Each notebook has a seperate piece of the whole code. None of it is in order. The books also contain instructions for operation once we have the codes deciphered. Sydney, Vaughn, I want you two on a plane in three hours. Your coordinates, mission breif and equipment are already waiting for you. Once you arrive, you are to covertly break into the home of Hamaskin before Sark gets there. The books are in the house somewhere. Thermal imaging has narowed it down to several places. We estimate enemy numbers to be managble. Good luck. Any questions?" There were none. "Alright, off you go. Be careful"
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The darkness was now full as Sydney slipped from the trees into the clearing. She could see the sewar entrance in front of her. She moved slowly, looking around. Prying the heavy door open, she slipped inside. "Boyscout, this is Mountaneer. I am in the facility. I'll check in once I get to the conduit. Over"
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30 minutes later
"Boyscout this is Mountaineer, Im on my way out. ETA 5 minutes"
"OK Mountaineer. We'll be waiting." The comms clicked off and Vaughn started his car. "Weiss, she's on her way out. I'm going to pick her up. We'll be back at the safehouse in 10 minutes. On a plane in 12 hours. See you then."
"Ok man, see you then. Be safe." Vaughn pulled around into a dark alley and waited. 4 minutes passed, then 5 and still no sign of her. Suddenly the crack of a lone gunshot split the night. To his left, a door slammed open as Sydney burst through it. She sprinted this his car and dove in. Just as Vaughn shifted into a gear a guard came out of the door Sydney just exited. He fired a burst of automatic gunfire at the car as Vaughn sped away. "Are you alright?" He asked once they had cleared the alley.
"Yea...I'm fine." Sydney said, trying to catch her breath. Vaughn looked over at her as she grimaced. "I think a round grazed my lower back. When we get to the safehouse I'm going to have to check it."
"Ok, we'll get there soon. You sure you're okay Sydney?"
"Yea Vaughn. I'm okay." She said, smiling a little.
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Safehouse
"Take off your shirt Syd" Vaughn said with a telltale grin.
"What? No first date?" She teased.
"I thought some ameteur field surgery was romantic enough. No?" Sydney laguhed and lifted up her shirt. When she got it to her head she groaned slightly and Vaughn moved to help her. "Doesnt the agency treat agents to dress? Where are the tax dollars going?" Vaughn said softly as he finished romoving her shirt. Taking Sydney by the arm, he gently led her into better light to examine her. On the lower left side of her back there was a small wound. About two inches long, the bulet graze was still bleeding slightly. "Okay, it's not bad. Just needs a bandage and some antiseptic."
"Is that all? Feels like my lower back is on fire."
"I thought you had a higher tolerance for pain then that Bristow. What's next, amputation for a sliver?"
"No, but maybe castration for smartasses." She glared at him. Seeing his horrified look, Sydney started laughing.
"Fine, I'm just going to play doctor now. Shhh or you wont get a sticker when I'm done."
"Damn..." Grinning Vaughn cleaned the wound and then bandaged it. He resisted the urge to place a gentle kiss over the area and instead, ran his finger tips up her back slightly. Hearing her gasp made a grin cross his face. He erased it as he stood.
"Aren't you going to kiss it better?" Sydney asked as she turned towards Vaughn.
"Hmm...is that a request?" Instead of answering Sydney leaned foreward and placed a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
"Think of it as something else I'll have to repay you for." She whispered as she pulled back. A grin in place.
"In that case.." Vaughn said as he leaned down. He placed a gentle kiss over the middle of the white bandage. Standing back up, he leaned foreward and kissed her gently. "You drive me insane sometimes Syd. Every time you go on a mission I lose ten years off of my life. And then when you come back, I lose ten more because of that reasuring smile you have. You're going to be the death of me one of these days." He said as he moved a strand of hair from her face.
"Soon, we wont have to do this anymore. Soon the only thing we'll need to worry about is the food getting cold. And when you think of it, that isnt even a concern because if I remember correctly, you told me 'You do have a microwave you know. We can always reheat.'" Sydney said as she moved her hands to his. Vaughn chuckled softly.
"Are you propsitioning me Agent Bristow?"
"MMM...Of course not. Blatant subtlty was never my strong suit. Ironically enough. Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of dinner and a nice 9 hours of sleep. You may worry about me on missions. But you get to sit in a car and worry. I get to run around and save the country and get shot at and worry." She said, tapping his chest for emphasis.
"Toucher. You go take the shower that has been on your mind since we got here and I will make you some dinner. Then you're going to get your 9 hours of sleep and it will be uninterupted because I'll shoot anything that disturbs you."
"Wow Vaughn. So chivalrious of you. How did you know about the shower?"
"Hahaha. Actually I want 8 and a half hours of uninterupted sleep and I can read you like a book when it comes to food, and cleanliness so go ahead."
"I knew there had to be alterior motives." She grinned at him and he turned, laughing. "Alright. We have to be back in LA in about 11 hours so off I go. When Im done, we can try and go over the notebooks. See if there's anything we need to know before we get back to LA.. I sent Marshall the data from the computers but he said he wouldn't know anything until he had the notebooks so I guess this means we might get a vacation."
"Yea...maybe" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Okay....this chapter sucked and Im going to post it for now..but a rewrite is coming I think. Something not so gag worthy and more pertinent to the story. Its going to take a few days cause of school and work. Sorry...hope no one chokes on this work of crap.