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Sydney finds out a horrible truth from Vaughn. Lauren finds out the identity of the man she is torturing. The CIA, FBI, K-Directorate, and the Covenant all show their appearance here. Please RR. The more Reviews the quicker I am inspired to write! thx!
Thank god I finally found time to get chapter 5 up. Schools been hectic and I haven't has any free time. I'll update ASAP!
Chapter 5- Awful Truths
"Sydney... Sydney... It's mommy! Time to wake up and get ready for your first day of preschool..."
"Sydney! Wake up, Sydney... c'mon!"
"Vah...Vaughn... is that you? Are you alright," she asked him in a faint whisper. "I was on looking for you... I thought you were hurt. And then... and then Sark got me from behind in someone's back yard. Wh... Where is he now?"
"Yes. Yes Sydney it's me! You should have never came after me," he said in a gentle voice. "I somehow knew you would..."
"But I was trying to help you," she said with a sad look on her face. "Where is Sark? Did he get away... and where the hell am I Vaughn? Am I still in France? I need to some information!"
"Syd... I'm sorry. I really am, but there's some stuff you should know..." he said looking at her distantly.
She bolt up from the bed she was lying on and started walking towards Vaughn. "Tell me who you are, because there is no way in hell that you are Michael!"
"Syd! It's me! It's Vaughn," he yelled forcefully, and even threatening.
"I don't believe you," she immediately leapt onto him and forced him to the ground. She had him pinned securely against the wooden floor.
He grunted briefly and then suddenly whipped his hand around. It was coming toward her neck. Before she could realize what happened, she felt the searing pain of a needle stuck in her neck.
The man was unconscious... but he should be awakening any time soon. Lauren couldn't wait to hear the information that she wanted so badly. She didn't know what to do while she waited.
She headed towards the room where Eric sat, and saw him, still, typing eccentrically at his computer.
"Eric," she asked him sardonically. "What have you been doing for 2 hours on that ridiculous computer?"
"Well, I do also work for the CIA you know... And making them believe I'm in Washington D.C. isn't easy. I have a contact in Baltimore that has been making sure the CIA doesn't look too deep. I've been preparing papers and everything else you can think of to ensure that they believe me," he replied almost breathlessly. "I have a feeling they have something on me though. My contact said he talked to Jack Bristow. Supposedly they think that---." A grunt from the other room interrupted Eric, and Lauren left the room in a hurry yelling over her shoulder, "We'll talk about this matter later, okay?"
Lauren walked towards the man fastened to the chair. His head was drooped down, but she could tell he was awake. He kept rolling his head from side to side.
When Lauren arrived at the chair, she said in her calmest tone, "Who do you work for?"
At this, the man lifted his head and bore his eyes into Lauren's. Seeing this, she actually thought he was sort of cute.
"K-Directorate... I work for K-Directorate," he said feeling ashamed of himself.
"Good! Now you see, we're making progress," Lauren said as she strode in circles around the chair. "Now how about you tell me your name?"
"Will... My name is Will..." he said glancing at her for only a second then putting his head back down.
"Well, Will... It's very nice to meet you," she said contemptuously. "What is you full name?
"My full..." Will started to speak, but was interrupted by a series of harsh, irritating coughs. "My full name is Will Tippin..."
Vaughn could not believe what he just did to her. He had given her some tranquilizer. She's been out for almost and hour now and he was starting to get worried, because there had not been that much in the needle.
Suddenly, her eyes started to blink and she breathed out deeply. Then her eyes opened completely and she realized where she was. Vaughn stayed where he was seated at table across the room and just stared at her laying on the bed.
"Sydney, you have got to believe me," Vaughn stated with rationality. "It's is really Michael Vaughn sitting here talking to you and I've got something very important to tell you."
There was no way she could attack again. She was way to drowsy, but she would be able to hear him out.
"I don't want to know... not now... I'm too tired," she said resignedly and then turned her head toward Vaughn. She continued on while forcing a smile, "So it really is you, huh Vaughn?"
"Yea Syd, it's me..." Dixon said trailing off. "And what I have to say is very important and you've got to listen to me. Sark isn't the enemy. He brought you here so we could---"
He was cut off instantly, "No that can't be true! No! He threatened and attacked me! He told me I had made a mistake and had a gun pointed at me!"
"Sydney! Calm down! Let me explain this. I know it might sound confusing, but Sark---"
Once again Sydney interrupted him and sat upright on the bed, "No this isn't confusing because I know exactly what happened! I can never believe that he is on our side! He can't be... I just know that he can't be!"
Vaughn didn't cease to stop talking. "Syd, he works for the FBI! He attacked you and brought you here because we both agreed you'd never go with him willingly! And to answer your questions, we're at a CIA safe house in La Glacerie, France. Sark, well, Sark is in the other room. And I know you have another question. Why didn't I come to get you to come here and then tell you? Because if SD-6 saw me luring you here, or me even attacking you, we would both be dead. Sydney, you have got to trust me on this!"
"Okay. I'm considering all of this in my head. But I do have another question. How do you know that Sark isn't lying to the United States? What if he is just trying to get information from us?" Sydney asked in desperation.
Vaughn looked at her intently, and then began to talk. "He is not lying to us because he has been working for the FBI for a year now. He started around the time you came to the CIA. Before the FBI, he worked for the CIA for four years. Since he was only 17. Syd, he has been an asset to American central intelligence."
"Where is he," she asked blankly.
"Right here," she heard an unfamiliar voice say calmly from behind her. She slowly turned her head to see Sark standing there. "Sydney, this is all true"
She stared at him and she was just awestruck. Before she could say anymore he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a badge.
"This is my badge for the FBI. Here take it and look at it," he said as he handed it over to her. "It's legit."
She carefully studied the badge. It seemed legit alright. There were all the markings of a true badge. However, this seemed all blind to her when she read the name on the badge. It read "Julian Lazaray."
She shot a questioning glance at Vaughn and then at Sark. "Lazaray?"
Sark immediately began talking. "Yes. That is my true name. Julian Sark has been my alias as I ran from country to country trying to acquire intelligence for the U.S."
Sydney looked over at Vaughn cynically and he slowly nodded at her. She couldn't believe any of this. How could it all be true? Everything was so confusing to her right now. She had so many questions. Why hadn't any ever told her about this? What was up with his name? And why didn't Julian have his British accent anymore?
Sydney finds out a horrible truth from Vaughn. Lauren finds out the identity of the man she is torturing. The CIA, FBI, K-Directorate, and the Covenant all show their appearance here. Please RR. The more Reviews the quicker I am inspired to write! thx!
Thank god I finally found time to get chapter 5 up. Schools been hectic and I haven't has any free time. I'll update ASAP!
Chapter 5- Awful Truths
"Sydney... Sydney... It's mommy! Time to wake up and get ready for your first day of preschool..."
"Sydney! Wake up, Sydney... c'mon!"
"Vah...Vaughn... is that you? Are you alright," she asked him in a faint whisper. "I was on looking for you... I thought you were hurt. And then... and then Sark got me from behind in someone's back yard. Wh... Where is he now?"
"Yes. Yes Sydney it's me! You should have never came after me," he said in a gentle voice. "I somehow knew you would..."
"But I was trying to help you," she said with a sad look on her face. "Where is Sark? Did he get away... and where the hell am I Vaughn? Am I still in France? I need to some information!"
"Syd... I'm sorry. I really am, but there's some stuff you should know..." he said looking at her distantly.
She bolt up from the bed she was lying on and started walking towards Vaughn. "Tell me who you are, because there is no way in hell that you are Michael!"
"Syd! It's me! It's Vaughn," he yelled forcefully, and even threatening.
"I don't believe you," she immediately leapt onto him and forced him to the ground. She had him pinned securely against the wooden floor.
He grunted briefly and then suddenly whipped his hand around. It was coming toward her neck. Before she could realize what happened, she felt the searing pain of a needle stuck in her neck.
The man was unconscious... but he should be awakening any time soon. Lauren couldn't wait to hear the information that she wanted so badly. She didn't know what to do while she waited.
She headed towards the room where Eric sat, and saw him, still, typing eccentrically at his computer.
"Eric," she asked him sardonically. "What have you been doing for 2 hours on that ridiculous computer?"
"Well, I do also work for the CIA you know... And making them believe I'm in Washington D.C. isn't easy. I have a contact in Baltimore that has been making sure the CIA doesn't look too deep. I've been preparing papers and everything else you can think of to ensure that they believe me," he replied almost breathlessly. "I have a feeling they have something on me though. My contact said he talked to Jack Bristow. Supposedly they think that---." A grunt from the other room interrupted Eric, and Lauren left the room in a hurry yelling over her shoulder, "We'll talk about this matter later, okay?"
Lauren walked towards the man fastened to the chair. His head was drooped down, but she could tell he was awake. He kept rolling his head from side to side.
When Lauren arrived at the chair, she said in her calmest tone, "Who do you work for?"
At this, the man lifted his head and bore his eyes into Lauren's. Seeing this, she actually thought he was sort of cute.
"K-Directorate... I work for K-Directorate," he said feeling ashamed of himself.
"Good! Now you see, we're making progress," Lauren said as she strode in circles around the chair. "Now how about you tell me your name?"
"Will... My name is Will..." he said glancing at her for only a second then putting his head back down.
"Well, Will... It's very nice to meet you," she said contemptuously. "What is you full name?
"My full..." Will started to speak, but was interrupted by a series of harsh, irritating coughs. "My full name is Will Tippin..."
Vaughn could not believe what he just did to her. He had given her some tranquilizer. She's been out for almost and hour now and he was starting to get worried, because there had not been that much in the needle.
Suddenly, her eyes started to blink and she breathed out deeply. Then her eyes opened completely and she realized where she was. Vaughn stayed where he was seated at table across the room and just stared at her laying on the bed.
"Sydney, you have got to believe me," Vaughn stated with rationality. "It's is really Michael Vaughn sitting here talking to you and I've got something very important to tell you."
There was no way she could attack again. She was way to drowsy, but she would be able to hear him out.
"I don't want to know... not now... I'm too tired," she said resignedly and then turned her head toward Vaughn. She continued on while forcing a smile, "So it really is you, huh Vaughn?"
"Yea Syd, it's me..." Dixon said trailing off. "And what I have to say is very important and you've got to listen to me. Sark isn't the enemy. He brought you here so we could---"
He was cut off instantly, "No that can't be true! No! He threatened and attacked me! He told me I had made a mistake and had a gun pointed at me!"
"Sydney! Calm down! Let me explain this. I know it might sound confusing, but Sark---"
Once again Sydney interrupted him and sat upright on the bed, "No this isn't confusing because I know exactly what happened! I can never believe that he is on our side! He can't be... I just know that he can't be!"
Vaughn didn't cease to stop talking. "Syd, he works for the FBI! He attacked you and brought you here because we both agreed you'd never go with him willingly! And to answer your questions, we're at a CIA safe house in La Glacerie, France. Sark, well, Sark is in the other room. And I know you have another question. Why didn't I come to get you to come here and then tell you? Because if SD-6 saw me luring you here, or me even attacking you, we would both be dead. Sydney, you have got to trust me on this!"
"Okay. I'm considering all of this in my head. But I do have another question. How do you know that Sark isn't lying to the United States? What if he is just trying to get information from us?" Sydney asked in desperation.
Vaughn looked at her intently, and then began to talk. "He is not lying to us because he has been working for the FBI for a year now. He started around the time you came to the CIA. Before the FBI, he worked for the CIA for four years. Since he was only 17. Syd, he has been an asset to American central intelligence."
"Where is he," she asked blankly.
"Right here," she heard an unfamiliar voice say calmly from behind her. She slowly turned her head to see Sark standing there. "Sydney, this is all true"
She stared at him and she was just awestruck. Before she could say anymore he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a badge.
"This is my badge for the FBI. Here take it and look at it," he said as he handed it over to her. "It's legit."
She carefully studied the badge. It seemed legit alright. There were all the markings of a true badge. However, this seemed all blind to her when she read the name on the badge. It read "Julian Lazaray."
She shot a questioning glance at Vaughn and then at Sark. "Lazaray?"
Sark immediately began talking. "Yes. That is my true name. Julian Sark has been my alias as I ran from country to country trying to acquire intelligence for the U.S."
Sydney looked over at Vaughn cynically and he slowly nodded at her. She couldn't believe any of this. How could it all be true? Everything was so confusing to her right now. She had so many questions. Why hadn't any ever told her about this? What was up with his name? And why didn't Julian have his British accent anymore?