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Once again... this is my first story. Please R/R =) =) =)
Chapter 2- Cherbourg
Dixon and Sydney strode along the pier to the restaurant at the end. The meeting was scheduled for 9:00 p.m., and it was already 8:30 p.m.
Dixon was wearing a professional looking black tuxedo with a bright red tie. This was the attire that all employees need to wear at Saltino's, the restaurant where the meeting was scheduled to take place.
Sydney was also dressed professionally. She was wearing black heels with suntan nylons. Over those were a black mini-skirt and a beige turtleneck sweater. She was wearing wire-framed glasses and a wig that consisted of short black hair. She was wearing the earrings she received from Vaughn and the bracelet that Marshall gave was on her right wrist.
As soon as the two emerged into the restaurant, Dixon headed straight to the back with the other employees. Sydney, however, was stopped as soon as she walked in.
"Excuse me ma'am, do you have reservations," the young hostess asked in a strong French accent.
"Yes," Sydney replied in a French accent just as strong. "For Phoebe Snow." Sydney flashed a smile.
"Of course! I should have known," the hostess said with widened eyes. "Please follow me Ms. Snow."
Sydney was directed to a table in the near the back. She ordered a Grand Marnier on the rocks.
Not two minutes after her drink arrived, Mr. Sark walked in. Accompanying him were two burly bodyguards. As expected they took their seats at the table behind Sydney. They all ordered their drinks in French.
Sydney talked quietly to Dixon into a hidden microphone.
"Sark is here! He's sitting with two bodyguards at the table right behind me."
"Copy that Syd," Dixon quickly replied.
"They're here," Sydney heard Sark say to his body guards. "The man and woman who just walked in. They claim to be of the Covenant, an underground organization that buys and sells war artillery. We'll soon find out if they are telling the truth."
Sark isn't with the Covenant... That can't be, she though to herself. She wondered what Vaughn and the CIA would think of this new information. She looked over her shoulder and couldn't believe who she saw walking towards Sark. It can't be---
"Do you have the money," a familiar male voice asked Sark, interrupting Sydney's thoughts.
"Ah, so you're the man who's been contacting me. And I also see that you brought my good friend Lauren Reed," Sark said.
"Yes, and he's a good man Julian," the woman, Lauren, said back to Sark about the man who walked in with her.
"Okay, well if Lauren trusts you, than so can I," Sark said proudly the man. "Here is the $500,000."
"Thank you for the money and I will be contacting you soon. I appreciate your time Mr. Sark and now I must be going. My boss is expecting me soon," that familiar voice said again.
"You're welcome," Sark said as the couple began to walk away. "But I have one last question. What's your name? I never seemed to catch it."
"My name is Weiss. Eric Weiss."
Once again... this is my first story. Please R/R =) =) =)
Chapter 2- Cherbourg
Dixon and Sydney strode along the pier to the restaurant at the end. The meeting was scheduled for 9:00 p.m., and it was already 8:30 p.m.
Dixon was wearing a professional looking black tuxedo with a bright red tie. This was the attire that all employees need to wear at Saltino's, the restaurant where the meeting was scheduled to take place.
Sydney was also dressed professionally. She was wearing black heels with suntan nylons. Over those were a black mini-skirt and a beige turtleneck sweater. She was wearing wire-framed glasses and a wig that consisted of short black hair. She was wearing the earrings she received from Vaughn and the bracelet that Marshall gave was on her right wrist.
As soon as the two emerged into the restaurant, Dixon headed straight to the back with the other employees. Sydney, however, was stopped as soon as she walked in.
"Excuse me ma'am, do you have reservations," the young hostess asked in a strong French accent.
"Yes," Sydney replied in a French accent just as strong. "For Phoebe Snow." Sydney flashed a smile.
"Of course! I should have known," the hostess said with widened eyes. "Please follow me Ms. Snow."
Sydney was directed to a table in the near the back. She ordered a Grand Marnier on the rocks.
Not two minutes after her drink arrived, Mr. Sark walked in. Accompanying him were two burly bodyguards. As expected they took their seats at the table behind Sydney. They all ordered their drinks in French.
Sydney talked quietly to Dixon into a hidden microphone.
"Sark is here! He's sitting with two bodyguards at the table right behind me."
"Copy that Syd," Dixon quickly replied.
"They're here," Sydney heard Sark say to his body guards. "The man and woman who just walked in. They claim to be of the Covenant, an underground organization that buys and sells war artillery. We'll soon find out if they are telling the truth."
Sark isn't with the Covenant... That can't be, she though to herself. She wondered what Vaughn and the CIA would think of this new information. She looked over her shoulder and couldn't believe who she saw walking towards Sark. It can't be---
"Do you have the money," a familiar male voice asked Sark, interrupting Sydney's thoughts.
"Ah, so you're the man who's been contacting me. And I also see that you brought my good friend Lauren Reed," Sark said.
"Yes, and he's a good man Julian," the woman, Lauren, said back to Sark about the man who walked in with her.
"Okay, well if Lauren trusts you, than so can I," Sark said proudly the man. "Here is the $500,000."
"Thank you for the money and I will be contacting you soon. I appreciate your time Mr. Sark and now I must be going. My boss is expecting me soon," that familiar voice said again.
"You're welcome," Sark said as the couple began to walk away. "But I have one last question. What's your name? I never seemed to catch it."
"My name is Weiss. Eric Weiss."