Chapter 6- Food deliveries at the Rotunda
He looked across the hotel room and found the woman that he looked up to, although he would never admit it. Before her he hadn't believed in anything concerning Rambaldi, but now he found himself racing around the globe looking for his many inventions. He was racing every other human in the intelligence business, and risking his life for the woman who sat across the room. There were only two women that he was willing to risk his life for.
Marshall POV
I am sitting in my office working really hard. I can not believe that Weiss is missing, it all happened so fast. I am can't find anything. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up just a little, it had been almost 12 hours since when Weiss went missing and we have all been working straight.
Focus Marshall!
Okay, so, this slimy bugger Sark has abducted my friend, he sent me an e-mail, not me as in directly to the CIA, but to me, Marshall Flinkman, me.
Why me?
What did they mean by "Greetings from the dead"?
What did they mean by "Nothing is what it seems"?
What did they mean by "Old Habits die hard"?
Why did they send it through a satellite? Was it just to cover their tracks or was there a bigger reason?
Okay, now that I have gotten no where, time to get back to work. Ugh, how I wish I could just go and type in Julian Sark. No such luck Mr. Flinkman!
Will POV
"Fran, I gotta go."
"What?! Its like 2 o'clock in the morning!" I had to get to the CIA, I knew that everyone would still be working. I would have followed my SOP earlier, but I felt so bad. Every time I tried to walk away from Francie, she gave me this look. Weiss' disappearance had really shaken her up. At four in the afternoon, I had called my CIA contact, Agent Barry to tell him that I wouldn't be able to come early.
"It's my sister! She is in trouble." Lying had become second nature to me and I hated it.
"Oh god, Will, is everything okay?!"
"I think so, I'll be back in the morning."
"Do you want me to come with you?!"
"No, no its okay, you go back to bed, if I'm not here when you wake up I will call you." I slipped on jeans and a sweater, the CIA would have to deal with the fact that I wasn't in a suit, after all how could I explain rescuing my sister in a suit.
"Will, did Sydney come home after I went to sleep?" The question caught me off guard, I thought she had fallen back asleep, I guess not.
"No, I think she is spending the night with Vaughn, he must be pretty shaken up about Wei…Eric."
"Yeah."
Vaughn's POV
The Rotunda was quieter than usual. The usuals, the staples of my life, Jack, Marshall, Dixon, Kendall and of course Sydney, were there, but Weiss was missing, taking with him the occasional snide comment which made me laugh and him asking if we could get a pizza and some beers delivered to the Rotunda as he had on one of many late nights that they all spent working. Will arrived half an hour ago and I helped him get set up at one of the many computers. Hopefully he could help, because my contacts were unhelpful and my leads led nowhere.
« Allo ? Je cherche pour M. Bougart ? »
Vaughn decided to call his most trusted contact, a French man he had known for over ten years. He was a close friend of Vaughn's mother, a fact which always scared him.
"M. Bougart, c'est moi, Michael Vaughn."
« Oui, c'est bon, mais j'ai besoin de l'information à propos du Covenant. »
« D'accord »
« D'accord »
« En particulier, j'ai besoin de l'information d'une Covenant opérative, Julian Sark . »
« Pardon ?! »
« D'accord, merci M. Bougart, dit ma mere je la manque. »
« Merci, Au Revoir. »
Yet again, he was confused.
Will's POV
I love this! I mean, I am very worried about Weiss, that isn't what I mean. What I mean is that I love working for the CIA. Despite Sydney's attempts to keep me out of this life, I was in and I loved being in. I knew stuff that 99 of American citizens didn't know, the country was putting it's faith in me. I felt wildly patriotic whenever I thought about it. Not to mention that what it came down to was that it was such a… well…cool job!
"Vaughn, can I talk to you for a second?" He was so friendly and seemed to genuinely care for Syd, I was so happy for her.
"Sure Will, what's up?"
"I know I'm not like an agent, but I think I have an old contact that could be helpful."
"Really? No that's great, everyone is coming up dry, we are almost out of ideas, who is he?"
"She. She's an airtraffic controller at LAX."
"Okay, have you registered her as an informant to the CIA?"
"Oh yeah a long time ago, I just wanted to set up a meeting with her and just wanted to run that by you first."
"Yeah great go for it." I picked up my phone and dialed the number from her file. I had been ordered not to program anyone into my phone book, it was often used as a torture technique to find people that the person being tortured was close to.
"Hello?" I recognized her voice but I had clearly woken her up.
"Janie, it's Will, I am so sorry for waking you up but its sort of an emergency."
"No worries Will, what's up?"
"Um… could you meet with me…soon? How about the usual place in half an hour? Thanks for this Janie."
"Yeah, yeah." She hung up the phone and I got ready.
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