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Chapter 5- Detective Cooper

As Sydney and Vaughn walked around the beach talking to people, they became more and more discouraged. No one had any idea what they were talking about, most were shocked to find out that there even had been a kidnapping. They could only hope that Dixon found something out from Will and Francie.

Will's POV

I can't believe this happened. I mean, I know that Sydney works for the CIA, and that her life is dangerous. I figured that out firsthand when I was kidnapped and tortured for discovering SD-6, but still I definitely wasn't prepared when those men showed up with masks. They drove that black truck, everything was so fuzzy, and I couldn't be sure what exactly had happened. But I did know one thing, something that I had been trying to tell Sydney or Vaughn since it had happened but because of Francie I hadn't had the chance. I can't imagine living my life like that all the time, dealing with the worst of people and the worst of the world every day in order to save millions of lives. Syd really is my hero!

I was reaching for the phone when the doorbell rang. Francie got there before I did, but I recognized the distinguished man standing in the doorway right away. It was Dixon. Dixon had worked with Sydney at SD-6 and now was working at the CIA. About a year ago I would have rushed overand said hello; that was before I became accustomed to hiding things. I often had to pretend I had never met someone, Vaughn, that time the Syd and I ran into him and his girlfriend at that bar, boy was that awkward, Vaughn, when Francie mentioned Sydney's crush on a guy at work named Michael. Thanks to my experience, when Dixon walked in, I pretended to be confused, luckily, Francie hadn't gotten to meet Dixon at Sydney's Halloween party last year.

"Are you Francie Calfo?"

"Yes…"

"I'm detective Cooper, I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier concerning the abduction of Eric Weiss." Boy, Dixon had this down, he even pretended to look at his pad of paper for Weiss' name, a man he worked with everyday.

"And you must be Will Tipin?"

"Ummm, yeah."

"I need to ask you both some questions."

"Please, come in; is there something I can get you?" Francie asked, shocked but still trying to be polite.

"No thank you." The three of us sat down on the couch and began to review exactly what happened. I explained it to Dixon while Francie cut in to correct things which I said which weren't true.

"Well, we were sitting on the beach, when—"

"Actually we were standing."

"Fran, I don't think that distinction really matters."

"Well, I just want to give Detective ..."

"Cooper." Dixon filled in as though he had used this name throughout his entire life.

"Detective Cooper, I just wanted to give Detective Cooper all the facts."

"Thank you ma'am." Francie smiled at Dixon.

"As I was saying, we were on the beach playing with Michael Vaughn's dog when suddenly two men appeared from a truck. They were wearing all black and their faces were covered."

"Well, there were holes for their eyes and mouth but other than that,"

"Okay, so yeah, they were covered in black and each had silver pistols. One person said, 'Get up and get in the car and no body will get hurt' and when he did the other guy said, 'Tell Sydney I send my love' and then they left." Dixon was nodding.

"Oh, Mr Tipin…"

"Will is fine."

"Will, you specifically refered to one of the captors as a man and the other as a person. Why was that?"

"Well, I knew that one of them was a man, but I couldn't be sure about the other one."

"I see, now, was there anything in particular that you noticed about the captors?"

"Um…yeah," I knew how important my next statement was because it would most likely lead to one of the CIA's biggest adversaries, "the man, the one who said 'Tell Sydney I send my love,' he had a British accent." Dixon didn't react, just wrote it down in his spiral notebook, but I knew what he was thinking and how important that last piece of intel was.

"Okay, thank you, I will be in touch. Here is my card, if either of you feel that

there is anything else you want to add."

As people took their usual seats around the briefing room table, it was clear that aside from completing their given task, all had changed into the appropriate clothing.

"Okay, what do we have?" Kendall had started the meeting. "Agents Vaughn and Bristow?"

"Sir, no one at the beach knew anything, a few people saw the truck but other than that, nothing from other people at the beach."

"So basically Agent Vaughn, you got nothing."

"Well actually, we decided to talk to one of the parking attendants of the nearby parking lot, we got it on tape."

"Great, let's run that through analysis. Marshall go."

"Okay, well I decided to run the e-mail through analysis, I ran it through a closed circuit feed and then I decided to…"

"Marshall, seeing as very few of us can understand your thought processes, why don't you just skip to the final result." Jack's icy look never left his face and his harshness towards everything and everyone in his life had clearly scared Marshall.

"Um…sure, the message…came from…space."

"From space?" Sydney was totally confused.

"But I thought that's how all e-mails were sent." Vaughn was clearly just as confused.

"Really? You thought e-mails were sent over the satellites?!" Marshall was clearly confused as to how someone could make this mistake while Vaughn blushed.

"No, actually e-mails are sent via the internet, with super computers and servers, ect."

"Okay, whatever, so, they sent us an e-mail from a satellite, got it, but why is that so important?" Vaughn's confusion was clearly frustrating him.

"Well, they sent it from one of ours, and I checked our records concerning anyone accessing our satellites, there was no record of something like this."

"So basically we are left with yet another enigma."

"Jack, tell me you have something for me."

"As much as I hate to say so, no, none of my contacts were helpful." Something in his tone made Sydney question him. She found it hard to believe that someone with as many contacts as her father, a man who always found a way to get stuff done, couldn't find anything.

"Dixon?"

"Yes, Sydney your friends seem very nice." She smiled at the compliment, Dixon rarely dished out such obvious compliments and when he did he truly meant them. "Will, was fantastic, he acted as though he had never met me, but I gave him his SOP, he should be here soon. More importantly, he picked up on two rather important pieces of information, first was that although he knew that one of the captors was definitely male, he wasn't sure about the other, he said that there were two captors and that they one, the man said to Will, 'tell Sydney I send my love.' But probably most importantly was that Will noted that the man's voice had a British accent." Everyone was thinking of Sark, the young villain that the CIA had been searching for, for many years.

"Clearly this is our biggest lead, we should assume, for the time that the man who took Weiss was Sark." This statement added fear to the atmosphere of the room. Sark was a vicious enemy who the CIA had been fighting for years.

"Wait, Sark, Mr…Sark was the man from the kidnapping?"

"That's what we are assuming."

"So, he was the one who told Will to tell Sydney he sends his love?!" Everyone around the room was confused.

"He probably meant it ironically." Sydney explained but she something inside her doubted her own words. She didn't know why, but something told her there was more.