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The driver of the black mustang drove to an apartment parking garage, parked in a reserved spot (number 47), and then proceeded to head up to their room.
Walking into the empty apartment, the man headed straight for the bedroom, and collapsed on the bed, asleep within moments.
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Sydney hadn't written a single word besides his name on the page.
"What am I suppose to tell him? That Vaughn found out Lauren was a traitor, and that we aren't that far from renewing our relationship with each other?" She pondered. There was a knock on the door, and Sydney got up from the kitchen table, grateful for a distraction.
Jack Bristow was at the door, immaculate as ever, and not looking all too happy. Then again, did his demeanor ever change?
"Hey, dad" Sydney said, a small smile finding its way to her lips.
"Sydney." He nodded in acknowledgement.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
Jack sighed. "It's about Vaughn."
"What about him?" Sydney asked, concerned.
"It appears that he's..." Jack hesitated, "Gone off the deep end."
"What?" Sydney asked, missing the implied metaphor.
"He's become..." Jack didn't quite know how to tell her.
"He's become what, dad?" Sydney prompted.
Jack finally caved into the pleading look in Sydney's eyes, and replied, "Depressed." Then, turning on his heels, Jack Bristow left Sydney in an even worse state than he had found her in.
Sydney, not believing the news, ran to the phone to call Vaughn, or even Weiss. Then, a thought crossed her mind.
"I could call him."
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There you go, chapter two.
The driver of the black mustang drove to an apartment parking garage, parked in a reserved spot (number 47), and then proceeded to head up to their room.
Walking into the empty apartment, the man headed straight for the bedroom, and collapsed on the bed, asleep within moments.
****
Sydney hadn't written a single word besides his name on the page.
"What am I suppose to tell him? That Vaughn found out Lauren was a traitor, and that we aren't that far from renewing our relationship with each other?" She pondered. There was a knock on the door, and Sydney got up from the kitchen table, grateful for a distraction.
Jack Bristow was at the door, immaculate as ever, and not looking all too happy. Then again, did his demeanor ever change?
"Hey, dad" Sydney said, a small smile finding its way to her lips.
"Sydney." He nodded in acknowledgement.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
Jack sighed. "It's about Vaughn."
"What about him?" Sydney asked, concerned.
"It appears that he's..." Jack hesitated, "Gone off the deep end."
"What?" Sydney asked, missing the implied metaphor.
"He's become..." Jack didn't quite know how to tell her.
"He's become what, dad?" Sydney prompted.
Jack finally caved into the pleading look in Sydney's eyes, and replied, "Depressed." Then, turning on his heels, Jack Bristow left Sydney in an even worse state than he had found her in.
Sydney, not believing the news, ran to the phone to call Vaughn, or even Weiss. Then, a thought crossed her mind.
"I could call him."
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There you go, chapter two.