Chapter 2- Finding Out
LOS ANGELES- Inside the Rotunda
It had been exactly twenty-seven hours since Weiss and the extraction team had secured the Covenant's area around Palermo. The Covenant had thought that, that was where the Sphere of Life was located, although those were false coordinates. Sloane was now on the hunt for the right location with the help of his newly found daughter, Nadia Santos. The CIA had discovered that Nadia had disappeared and now they were looking for any clues left by them to signify where they were going, but keeping it low-key. Dixon decided to wait until the return of Agent Sydney Bristow so that she could head up the investigation. He never approved of her up and leaving to go after Lauren, however what was he suppose to do about it. She is stubborn as all hell. With her determination, she could never be talked out of anything in the past, why would it be different now.
Weiss had contacted him and told him he was bringing Vaughn to the hospital, and said nothing further nevertheless. Dixon assumed that Sydney had come back with the group as well, and she was staying with Vaughn because of his injury, since she did not show up with the other agents. He decided he would hear from them soon and not to agonize about it. However, he had a strange feeling building up inside of him and he just brushed it off. The extraction team had brought Katya back and put her into custody. Yet Lauren was not so lucky, she was produced in a black bag. He chucked to himself slightly while he imagined what had taken place. The good guys had conquered again. He would be debriefed on what happened later.
After talking with the group on a job well done, he started back to his office when Agent Ferrell approached him. He had an anxious look upon his face, which spoke volumes; obviously something was up.
"Director Dixon…I must speak with you immediately" said the agent with eagerness and concern in his voice.
"Was is it?" Dixon asked.
"Not here though."
"Okay." Dixon leads him over to the 'flirting' corner for more privacy.
"There was a report that came in just a little over an hour ago." "I…I thought it was nothing, so I put it aside for later" said Agent Ferrell, "but then I looked at it…"
"And…" responded Dixon, not trying to sound to harsh, but getting a little annoyed with not knowing what he was talking about.
"Sir…" he said trying to stay calmer, since people were starting to stare in their direction. He got closer to Dixon as he answered. "A disaster has just happened over seas in Wittenberg, Germany. There were four buildings blown up all around the Main Bank there. The explosions caused it to crumble into the ground."
Dixon cuts the agent off. "Agent Ferrell, how is this vital to the CIA? It may be a travesty, but there are other levels in this agency that respond to this. They deal with the cause and finding out who was responsible. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." Dixon pushes past the agent and begins to walk away. He grabs Dixon by the arm and pulls him face to face.
"Sir that is not why I came to you." "Twenty-minutes after the news was released, this was found on server 4." Ferrell presented Dixon with a folder containing what was on the server. Dixon opened up it and just stared at the information.
"Okay…what does this have to do with the eruption?" "Who sent this?"
"Those were sent from Wittenberg right before it happened, it clearly has something to do with what transpired there."
"Who sent this?"
LOS ANGELES- UCLA Medical Center
After stabilizing the area in Palermo they took off back to the United States. Since Sydney had knock Vaughn's light out he had not woken up, except for once in the plane. Weiss could not have dealt with Vaughn at that time because he would be asking too many questions and he was wounded. Weiss decided to sedate him, which happened to make him sleep the rest of the way home. Weiss had phoned Dixon and told him he was taking Mike to the hospital, which is where they currently were. Vaughn's lung had collapsed again and he had been rushed into surgery.
Right now he was in a room with Marshall recovering. Weiss had decided to stay to see if any of them would wake up. Lauren had stabbed Marshall severely, but after being rushed into the emergency room, he was steady and breathing on his own. Vaughn on the other hand, was hooked up to a respirator to help his breathing balance out. Weiss was told they both would survive; yet they were in critical condition.
Weiss was very exhausted from the trip nonetheless, but glad his friends were alright. He began to think of where Sydney had rush off. Mike sure was not going to be happy that she wasn't here and that she had whacked him in the head. He had a lot of bruises, however he had Sydney back, when she returned from where it is she went. They would be a couple again and everything would be back to normal.
Weiss was sitting in a chair in-between both Marshall and Mike waiting for one of them to open their eyes. He had decided to watch the television. He settled for the news because the hospital did not get many channels. The broadcaster came on the air and announced that there had been un-expecting crashes happen in the city of Wittenberg. There was so much damage that no one knew what exactly happened, apart from the buildings going down. Weiss just let out a big sigh. "More terrorist activities apparently that we will have to deal with" he thought to himself. All of a sudden he phone started to go off.
Ring…ring…went the phone.
"Hello" Eric said.
"Agent Weiss, this is Agent Moore." "Director Dixon requests an immediate meeting with Agent Bristow, Agent Vaughn, and yourself, shortly."
"Umm…well Agent Vaughn is unable to attend…seeing as he is unconscious at the moment" Weiss said a wisecrack tone, "And we are at least an hour from the agency."
"Yes, Director Dixon is very much aware of that." "He is coming straight to you and will be there in less than ten minutes." "He just wanted me to let you know, so none of you leave." click
"Alright." Just as the phone call ended Weiss heard a beeping, realizing he had a missed call. He quickly dialed his voice mail and listened to it.
There was silence for a few seconds and then "Weiss, its Syd. Sorry I took off like that, but I have things to take care of. This is a job I need to do alone and Vaughn stood in the way. Tell him that I am sorry for the head wound. I don't know if I will be coming back because everything is screwed up…(break in connection) "We are now arriving in Wittenberg, thank you for…" beep. End of call. If you would like to delete the message press 7 now.
The phone immediately dropped to the ground as Weiss grasped the link between the television news and her phone call. He began to think out loud. "She was flying to Wittenberg and there has been explosions there." "What the fck." "Oh my God." "She could not have been there, when…" He picked up his phone and looked at the time the call came in at. 5:47pm on May 24, 2006. "She must of…" All of a sudden, Vaughn was jumped up in his bed. He immediately looked around. His eyes flash to Weiss. "Wh…where am I?"… Umm… "Where's Syd?" he says panicking. Just then Dixon walks into the room and looks at them. "Yes Weiss where is Sydney?" Dixon questions sternly.
Somewhere in the World
There is a door that opens up squeaking slightly. Then there are sounds of gunshots being fired. Bang…bang…bang…bang!!! Two armed guards fall to the ground with loud thuds. Next you heard the clicking of heels as they move across the floor.
"Well if you can manage to make your way through the grounds without being seen by sixty watch guards. Maneuvering your way through a minefield. Bypass the watery graves of hell. Dismantle the security systems and cameras without triggering the silent alarms built in. Disarmed two well-trained men, with two gunshots each. Get inside and see me. You must be worth a moment of my time before I slice you throat in two" came a Russian cunning, underhanded voice. "Please have a seat."
"I have a job I need assistance with." The person on the other side of the room turned around to look at the trespasser. They looked straight at each other. "I was under the impression that you were dead."
"I am as far as I'm concerned."