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Chapter 4 finally up! Hope you like it, b/c I think I'm losing my touch... anyway, please, PLEASE R/R! Thanks to everybody!
Chapter 4- Caught
Today the CIA offices were buzzing with excitement, as they were most everyday. Jack Bristow didn't particularly like the excitement, but it came with job, protecting his country from harm, and that was what he was here for.
Suddenly a voice came from behind him, "Jack, we've got a problem." It was Director of Operations Kendall. "We've lost track of Agent Bristow. We've lost radio contact with her. We have no way of knowing where she is. We need to figure this out immediately. She is one of our best agents and I don't want to lose her, Jack."
"Yeah well, she is MY daughter, and we will find her," Jack snapped back kind of harshly. "...I'm sorry about that. I just have a lot on mind. I have something for you. You asked me to look into Agent Eric Weiss's attendance here at the agency. In the past 10 weeks, Agent Weiss has missed 41 days, yet we have nothing on him. Everyday he has an excuse that seems plausible. There is no reason for us to be checking up on him like this, but I'm getting a feeling that he is up to something. Right now, he is in Washington D.C. for a meeting. I'll interrogate him when he returns, but don't expect anything. If he is up to something, he's covering it up very well."
"Okay, and I'm having Marshall run trace after trace on Agent Bristow. So far he's come up with nothing. I'll notify you we have a lead," Kendall said looking a bit worried.
"Okay. I'll see you later," Jack said looking at the papers in his hand and not Kendall.
The warehouse here in La Glacerie, France was never Lauren Reed's favorite spot to be, but any time to be with Eric was nice. Even though he is way to seductive when she is on a long drive to the warehouse with an unconscious man in the back. He wouldn't stop rubbing his hands around her neck. She wanted him, badly, but now just wasn't the time for him. She needed the information from the man they had shot back at the restaurant. The man was in a nice business suit, but working under another agency. Eric just wanted to kill the man, but Lauren knew she would be able to get some valuable information from him. As soon as she was done with him, he belonged to Eric.
Now was no time to think about Eric. She needed to get the information from this man before he was out for good.
She grabbed a knife that was left over from the kitchen incident earlier and walked over to where the man was strapped in. "What the hell is your name," she asked thrusting the knife at the man's throat, just barely touching him. "And who sent you here?"
The man stared into her eyes and started to laugh, "You actually think I would give away my identity to a beautiful blonde woman with an English accent, whom I'd love to have in bed with me right now? I would never do that. Never," he said in a surprisingly calm voice. "Not for the sake of my country."
Lauren stared back at the man. He didn't seem to be the kind of man to talk like that to his torturer. Maybe he was just delirious from the tranquilizer.
"I'll as you one more time! Tell me your name and who you work for," she said, this time screaming and pushing harder against his throat with the knife. "Or I'm going to shoot you with some truth serum and then you will have no choice but to tell me everything!"
This time the man started to laugh even more and large smile spread across his face, "None of your pathetic threats will do anything to make me talk! You probably don't even have any truth serum on you! You're a filthy blonde who doesn't know what the hell she's talking about!"
"Damn you," she yelled in his face, spitting on him at the same time. "Eric! Eric!!! Where the hell are you?" At this she flew out of the room and ended up in another smaller room where Eric was typing something into the computer.
"There you are," she roared as soon as she saw him. "I need the serum... now! This man won't talk and we need to know who sent him here!"
"Alright sweetie, but promise me one thing. Promise me you won't take this so seriously. You need to calm down and think before you act," Eric said with a flirtatious twinkle in his eyes.
"Okay," she said in a much calmer tone.
"Good. Here is the truth serum. Use it wisely," he said giving her the faintest wink.
Lauren quickly headed back to the unfortunate man that was bound by chains. As soon as she was in front of him, she pulled out the serum and shoved it in his face.
"Do you want to talk now," she asked him with a sly grin on her face. "Or will I need to use this which, I'm kind enough to remind you, paralyzes two of the three men it is used on?"
"No need. Go ahead... shoot me up," he said, with a smile still plastered across his face. "And see what happens."
When she head this she drove the long needle straight into the side of his neck. He coughed and drooled all over himself. She didn't care, though. She was about to get the information she needed.
Sydney didn't know where she was, but knew she needed to find Dixon before he was in even more trouble. She knew she wouldn't be able to do that while wearing a tracking device. She trashed hers in a dumpster after destroying it completely. She quickly trudged along the side of the road when she stumbled upon something. She leant over to pick it up and she heard a distant gunshot. She glanced around her even though she knew the sound was too slight to be anywhere nearby.
She then continued to pick up the object from the ground. As she lifted it, she realized what it was. It was Dixon's radio. She quickly assumed that he must have been here, only about a half a mile from the restaurant, when he responded to her cries.
As she carried on walking, she carefully examined the radio. It was damaged, and unable to transmit any communication.
Before she could even think of where to go next, she saw Sark drive by in a small black Oldsmobile. He turned into a driveway at the end of the road and quickly hopped out of the car and ran inside a cute, petite house.
This is my chance... If I bring Julian Sark back the CIA, I would be a hero, she thought bravely to herself. With this thought, she ran towards the house. She planned on sneaking to the back of the house and entering there. There is nothing like the element of surprise.
When she got to the house, she ran up the driveway and kept to the shadows. She swung around the corner and began along the side yard. She found herself running by this time and before she could realize it, she was on the ground.
Damn ditch, she thought to herself. As quickly as she could, she jumped back to her feet and once again, found herself on the ground. This time it wasn't a ditch though. Someone had hit her over the head, with some thing very hard. Then she heard the cock of a revolver and slowly turned her head towards her attacker.
She looked and saw the person she thought had been hers. Sark, Mr. Julian Sark himself was standing in front of her with the barrel of his revolver pointed directly at her.
He tilted his head and said in his cute, but evil English accent, "Sydney, you just made a very big mistake."
To be continued...
Chapter 4 finally up! Hope you like it, b/c I think I'm losing my touch... anyway, please, PLEASE R/R! Thanks to everybody!
Chapter 4- Caught
Today the CIA offices were buzzing with excitement, as they were most everyday. Jack Bristow didn't particularly like the excitement, but it came with job, protecting his country from harm, and that was what he was here for.
Suddenly a voice came from behind him, "Jack, we've got a problem." It was Director of Operations Kendall. "We've lost track of Agent Bristow. We've lost radio contact with her. We have no way of knowing where she is. We need to figure this out immediately. She is one of our best agents and I don't want to lose her, Jack."
"Yeah well, she is MY daughter, and we will find her," Jack snapped back kind of harshly. "...I'm sorry about that. I just have a lot on mind. I have something for you. You asked me to look into Agent Eric Weiss's attendance here at the agency. In the past 10 weeks, Agent Weiss has missed 41 days, yet we have nothing on him. Everyday he has an excuse that seems plausible. There is no reason for us to be checking up on him like this, but I'm getting a feeling that he is up to something. Right now, he is in Washington D.C. for a meeting. I'll interrogate him when he returns, but don't expect anything. If he is up to something, he's covering it up very well."
"Okay, and I'm having Marshall run trace after trace on Agent Bristow. So far he's come up with nothing. I'll notify you we have a lead," Kendall said looking a bit worried.
"Okay. I'll see you later," Jack said looking at the papers in his hand and not Kendall.
The warehouse here in La Glacerie, France was never Lauren Reed's favorite spot to be, but any time to be with Eric was nice. Even though he is way to seductive when she is on a long drive to the warehouse with an unconscious man in the back. He wouldn't stop rubbing his hands around her neck. She wanted him, badly, but now just wasn't the time for him. She needed the information from the man they had shot back at the restaurant. The man was in a nice business suit, but working under another agency. Eric just wanted to kill the man, but Lauren knew she would be able to get some valuable information from him. As soon as she was done with him, he belonged to Eric.
Now was no time to think about Eric. She needed to get the information from this man before he was out for good.
She grabbed a knife that was left over from the kitchen incident earlier and walked over to where the man was strapped in. "What the hell is your name," she asked thrusting the knife at the man's throat, just barely touching him. "And who sent you here?"
The man stared into her eyes and started to laugh, "You actually think I would give away my identity to a beautiful blonde woman with an English accent, whom I'd love to have in bed with me right now? I would never do that. Never," he said in a surprisingly calm voice. "Not for the sake of my country."
Lauren stared back at the man. He didn't seem to be the kind of man to talk like that to his torturer. Maybe he was just delirious from the tranquilizer.
"I'll as you one more time! Tell me your name and who you work for," she said, this time screaming and pushing harder against his throat with the knife. "Or I'm going to shoot you with some truth serum and then you will have no choice but to tell me everything!"
This time the man started to laugh even more and large smile spread across his face, "None of your pathetic threats will do anything to make me talk! You probably don't even have any truth serum on you! You're a filthy blonde who doesn't know what the hell she's talking about!"
"Damn you," she yelled in his face, spitting on him at the same time. "Eric! Eric!!! Where the hell are you?" At this she flew out of the room and ended up in another smaller room where Eric was typing something into the computer.
"There you are," she roared as soon as she saw him. "I need the serum... now! This man won't talk and we need to know who sent him here!"
"Alright sweetie, but promise me one thing. Promise me you won't take this so seriously. You need to calm down and think before you act," Eric said with a flirtatious twinkle in his eyes.
"Okay," she said in a much calmer tone.
"Good. Here is the truth serum. Use it wisely," he said giving her the faintest wink.
Lauren quickly headed back to the unfortunate man that was bound by chains. As soon as she was in front of him, she pulled out the serum and shoved it in his face.
"Do you want to talk now," she asked him with a sly grin on her face. "Or will I need to use this which, I'm kind enough to remind you, paralyzes two of the three men it is used on?"
"No need. Go ahead... shoot me up," he said, with a smile still plastered across his face. "And see what happens."
When she head this she drove the long needle straight into the side of his neck. He coughed and drooled all over himself. She didn't care, though. She was about to get the information she needed.
Sydney didn't know where she was, but knew she needed to find Dixon before he was in even more trouble. She knew she wouldn't be able to do that while wearing a tracking device. She trashed hers in a dumpster after destroying it completely. She quickly trudged along the side of the road when she stumbled upon something. She leant over to pick it up and she heard a distant gunshot. She glanced around her even though she knew the sound was too slight to be anywhere nearby.
She then continued to pick up the object from the ground. As she lifted it, she realized what it was. It was Dixon's radio. She quickly assumed that he must have been here, only about a half a mile from the restaurant, when he responded to her cries.
As she carried on walking, she carefully examined the radio. It was damaged, and unable to transmit any communication.
Before she could even think of where to go next, she saw Sark drive by in a small black Oldsmobile. He turned into a driveway at the end of the road and quickly hopped out of the car and ran inside a cute, petite house.
This is my chance... If I bring Julian Sark back the CIA, I would be a hero, she thought bravely to herself. With this thought, she ran towards the house. She planned on sneaking to the back of the house and entering there. There is nothing like the element of surprise.
When she got to the house, she ran up the driveway and kept to the shadows. She swung around the corner and began along the side yard. She found herself running by this time and before she could realize it, she was on the ground.
Damn ditch, she thought to herself. As quickly as she could, she jumped back to her feet and once again, found herself on the ground. This time it wasn't a ditch though. Someone had hit her over the head, with some thing very hard. Then she heard the cock of a revolver and slowly turned her head towards her attacker.
She looked and saw the person she thought had been hers. Sark, Mr. Julian Sark himself was standing in front of her with the barrel of his revolver pointed directly at her.
He tilted his head and said in his cute, but evil English accent, "Sydney, you just made a very big mistake."
To be continued...