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A/N: Hello!

Vaughn, with a plan having been half-formed in his mind and the rest being decided Indian Jones style, (How should I know? I'm making this up as I go along.) Vaughn was ready to take on the gunmen outside.

But first, he needed some pizza.

So, being Vaughn, he called Dominoes, told them his current location, a number he could be reached at, and, oh yeah, the fact that there were men with rifles outside his house. Which begged the question from the poor teenager working the phones at Dominoes, "Sir, are you under arrest?" To which Vaughn replied, "Uh... I don't think so." So, the teenager, knowing that his girlfriend was waiting for him with a little surprise after his shift was over, and it was soon to be over, took the order and passed it on to the co-worker he was sleeping with on the side. The co-worker, grateful for the order, made the pizza, passed it off to the delivery man who SHE was screwing on the side on the side (she had a boyfriend), and then left when her shift was up to meet up with her Biology teacher that she was also sleeping with to pass the class. But, none of that is pertinent to Vaughn, so never mind.

The delivery boy, who felt scorned by his co-worker would later kill the Biology teacher, giving the girl an A anyway. But, for now, he was delivering a pizza to a guy in a CIA safe house with gunmen surrounding the place, waiting to shot some poor sap's balls of. The delivery guy was NOT going to be that poor sap, so, using his terrorist-acquired knowledge, he got through the lurking gunmen with some Ebonics he had picked up at his friendly neighborhood elementary school, where he worked part-time in the cafeteria doing, what else, handing out pizzas.

Vaughn was delighted to get his hands on the pizza, and after tipping the delivery boy twenty bucks (it looked like a two dollar bill in the dimly lit safe house), ate the pizza and then casually walked out the backdoor of the safe house, hopped in an H2 with Weiss, and was transported, along with some illegal nuclear weapons that Weiss had been sent to get for the turning-rouge Dixon, to the local airport where he would travel to Rome, Georgia, and then LAX and meet up with Sydney at the rotunda.

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Sydney had told Sark to meet her at the Paris airport, where she was suppose to be departing, after calling Dixon to figure out what she was suppose to do, and then meeting up with Vaughn in Rome, Georgia. Why Rome Georgia, no body knew. As she was waiting in the main concourse for Sark, Sydney watched with awe as a magician wearing nothing but a cape and his underwear pulled out people's brains from their ears, or in the case of some pilot, his tongue.

Sark then magically showed up, looking like he was from an old 60's gangster movie, with an escort of seventeen geese.

Sydney shot up out of the hotel bed. "What the fuck?!" She murmured. "I am NEVER having tequila before bed AGAIN."

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Vaughn woke up to the stranger that had helped him standing over him. Wait, hold on.

Vaughn woke up to see a large shadow cast over him. It appeared to be the stranger who had helped him earlier. Only, this wasn't a stranger, this was Weiss.

"Man, did you get the nuclear weapons to Dixon?" Vaughn groggily asked.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Dixon didn't want any nuclear weapons! A rescue team was sent for you, and I volunteered to come. When we didn't hear anything from you or Syd, and Syd was spotted with Sark, Jack and Dixon set up a team." Weiss explained.

"Oh. What about the gunmen?" Vaughn asked. "And the pizza? And Ebonics?"

"Um, we killed the gunmen; there was no pizza, and what about Ebonics?"

"The delivery guy used Ebonics to get through the gunmen and... oh. I guess that was just a dream."

"I guess so."

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"You wanted to see me?" Sark asked.

Sydney stared at him. She had asked him to meet her at the bridge where he had left her last night with the now-in-ICU Lauren.

"Yeah. Um, see, I wanted to tell you that I really enjoyed the time we spent together, but since Vaughn and Lauren are breaking up and everything, we're going to be getting back together." Sydney rushed out.

Sark stared at her.

"You got me out of bed for THAT?!" He wanted to scream, but didn't. Instead he replied with a simple, "Ok."

-End-

A/N: Goodbye.