She listened out carefully. They were still pursuing her, a few meters behind her. She ran, whilst trying to contact her handler. She couldn't use her mobile, she had no signal and the head piece her handler had given her was out of range. Then she heard a flickering of the radio, it went static then she heard her name.

"Syd? Do you copy?" Sydney Bristow was so relieved.

"Yeah, I copy Vaughn" She looked behind her. "I've been made! Got any escape plans for me?"

There were now at least 15 people chasing her, all with guns. She tried to reload her gun as she ran. Even though she knew she didn't have nearly enough bullets to save herself.

"Make a sharp left…NOW! Then keep running 'til you see the fort, we will be ready. How many have you got?" Vaughn, her handler asked. Syd was pleased that there was a hint of concern in his voice.

"At least 15 and more are coming."

"Ok, just be careful." Then the radio cut out.

Sydney was running as fast as she could, but in very high stilettos she kept stumbling. The stilettos were part of her disguise. This time she was a blonde bombshell interested in historic portraits. Her mission was to trace a link to the Rambaldi puzzle. She had found her link, a guy around her age, but then guards had rushed in and she was now on the run from them.

"I'm almost there Vaughn!" She managed to call out. Then the shots began. Her followers had given up the pursuit and resorted to shooting at her.

"Don't look back! Just keep running, dodge the bullets as best you can." Sydney ignored her handler, turned round and began shooting back. "Syd, why don't you listen to me!" He said sounding angry, but she knew he wasn't.

She was almost out of bullets when she heard her CIA friends running up behind her. She felt Vaughn pull her back and stand in front of her, protecting her from harm.
Then her heart stopped. She closed her eyes, praying her tired eyes were playing games with her mind. When she opened them her world fell apart. Time slowed. "Vaughn! No! Come on! Vaughn? No! No! This isn't happening!" She tried to believe it wasn't that she was dreaming. She blinked a few times; tears were streaming down her face. He had been hit. The love of her life had been shot.
"Weiss! Help! Vaughn's down!"