Chapter 3- The Kitchen Massacre
Sydney could not believe her eyes, or ears for that matter. The man talking to Mr. Sark, Eric Weiss was his name, was that guy that Sydney saw at the CIA, the one time she ever even got to go in there. He works in the same office as Vaughn. And that lady with him, Lauren Reed...? This was some good information she retrieved, but what would Vaughn say when he finds out about his friend?
Well it was no time to think about that now. She had to apply herself to the task at hand. That was getting out the back of this restaurant for extraction. Dixon should have the van ready by now.
All of a sudden, the waitress came over to Sydney's table. "Ms. Snow, do you think you would like to order something to eat now?"
"Actually, I was wondering if I could use the restroom," Sydney said as she flaunted her biggest smile.
"Yes, you may. Head towards the emergency exit then take a left," the waitress replied.
Sydney gave her thanks and proceeded to the bathroom. She would go in, but only to give the waitress time to get out of her site. When the waitress was out of view, Sydney moved to the kitchen. She planned on leaving out the employee exit.
As Sydney was walking towards the kitchen, she noticed it was suspiciously quiet. She slowed her pace until she came to the swinging doors, and then stopped. She peered through the little glass window, but there were too many machines obstructing her view.
She slowly opened the door and started walking in. As she rounded the corner, lots of blood came into view. With this much blood, she thought to herself, there has got to be a body.
As she headed further into the kitchen, she saw the bodies. There were five chefs sprawled across the floor in awkward positions. Their faces' were grotesquely disfigured and covered with blood. Their own knives' had been stuck through their throats causing blood to splatter everywhere in the room.
Sydney was in total shock but kept walking. She knew they were dead and suddenly began to worry about Dixon. She hoped he was all right. She had not even seen him around the restaurant all night. At this thought she ran for the door that leads outside.
There was an alley with at least seven or eight dumpsters. As small as the alley was, a van the size of the one that SD-6 issued would be able to fit through it. The question was, why wasn't it there?
Sydney was about to return to the restaurant and look for Dixon, but something caught her eye about thirty feet away. She quickly glanced towards it and, by instinct, jumped behind the closest dumpster. About a half a second after she landed behind the dumpster, the rapid fire of an M- 16 began shooting at the dumpster. The staccato clatter of bullets against metal was intolerable.
Trying to place the sound in the back of her head, Sydney whipped out her 9-millimeter revolver and began firing over the dumpster at her mysterious attacker.
After about five minutes of combat, the M-16 stopped firing. She suspected the gun just needed reloading, but before she could fire back, she heard footsteps quickly escape into the darkness.
At this she put away her revolver and took out her radio to call for Dixon. "This is Bluebird! Do you copy??"
The radio crackled to life, but words were almost unintelligible. "Sydney... the Covenant... please help... Sydney..." Then the radio went completely dead.
Sydney couldn't believe what she just heard. Dixon was in serious trouble. She was going to have to figure out what happened on her own. Sloane, Vaughn, not even Langley would be able to help her now.
Sydney could not believe her eyes, or ears for that matter. The man talking to Mr. Sark, Eric Weiss was his name, was that guy that Sydney saw at the CIA, the one time she ever even got to go in there. He works in the same office as Vaughn. And that lady with him, Lauren Reed...? This was some good information she retrieved, but what would Vaughn say when he finds out about his friend?
Well it was no time to think about that now. She had to apply herself to the task at hand. That was getting out the back of this restaurant for extraction. Dixon should have the van ready by now.
All of a sudden, the waitress came over to Sydney's table. "Ms. Snow, do you think you would like to order something to eat now?"
"Actually, I was wondering if I could use the restroom," Sydney said as she flaunted her biggest smile.
"Yes, you may. Head towards the emergency exit then take a left," the waitress replied.
Sydney gave her thanks and proceeded to the bathroom. She would go in, but only to give the waitress time to get out of her site. When the waitress was out of view, Sydney moved to the kitchen. She planned on leaving out the employee exit.
As Sydney was walking towards the kitchen, she noticed it was suspiciously quiet. She slowed her pace until she came to the swinging doors, and then stopped. She peered through the little glass window, but there were too many machines obstructing her view.
She slowly opened the door and started walking in. As she rounded the corner, lots of blood came into view. With this much blood, she thought to herself, there has got to be a body.
As she headed further into the kitchen, she saw the bodies. There were five chefs sprawled across the floor in awkward positions. Their faces' were grotesquely disfigured and covered with blood. Their own knives' had been stuck through their throats causing blood to splatter everywhere in the room.
Sydney was in total shock but kept walking. She knew they were dead and suddenly began to worry about Dixon. She hoped he was all right. She had not even seen him around the restaurant all night. At this thought she ran for the door that leads outside.
There was an alley with at least seven or eight dumpsters. As small as the alley was, a van the size of the one that SD-6 issued would be able to fit through it. The question was, why wasn't it there?
Sydney was about to return to the restaurant and look for Dixon, but something caught her eye about thirty feet away. She quickly glanced towards it and, by instinct, jumped behind the closest dumpster. About a half a second after she landed behind the dumpster, the rapid fire of an M- 16 began shooting at the dumpster. The staccato clatter of bullets against metal was intolerable.
Trying to place the sound in the back of her head, Sydney whipped out her 9-millimeter revolver and began firing over the dumpster at her mysterious attacker.
After about five minutes of combat, the M-16 stopped firing. She suspected the gun just needed reloading, but before she could fire back, she heard footsteps quickly escape into the darkness.
At this she put away her revolver and took out her radio to call for Dixon. "This is Bluebird! Do you copy??"
The radio crackled to life, but words were almost unintelligible. "Sydney... the Covenant... please help... Sydney..." Then the radio went completely dead.
Sydney couldn't believe what she just heard. Dixon was in serious trouble. She was going to have to figure out what happened on her own. Sloane, Vaughn, not even Langley would be able to help her now.