Chapter 11
"In that day, The Chosen One and he who she has pledged her heart to, will bring forth life. Their son will be endowed with unforeseen gifts. Though their lives will be frought with peril, the union shall persevere until the untimely demise of one member of the family. At this time, the true power of the child will be revealed."
"Untimely demise?" Sydney asked.
"Either you or Vaughn is going to die an early death. When that happens, your son will show a display of power, the likes of which has never been seen before."
"What will he do?"
"The prophecy never tells."
"Does it give any indication as to who will be the one who dies?"
"None whatsoever."
"So, we're going to have a boy," Sydney said, getting off the depressing fact that another person close to her was going to die if it wasn't her.
"If the baby you have right now is a girl, then that means that the prophecy won't be true for that baby. I told Vaughn to get a vasectomy. That should prevent any further children."
Vaughn looked at Dixon. "What was it like?"
"What?"
"Getting to work with Sydney all the time."
"Well it was…" Dixon stopped and thought. "There's really no one word that can describe it."
"I'll take more than one."
"Mind-bowing. Incredible. Adrenaline-pumping. Unbelievably awesome. Those are just some of the words to describe it."
"You should know, she did want to tell you about SD-6. There were so many times that she told me that she couldn't stand lying to you."
"I know that. It was just…" Dixon sighed, "after all that time working together, to find out that she had been lying to me. It hurt."
"I just wanted to let you know."
Walking behind Kendall as he headed toward a work station, Sydney couldn't believe that she wasn't going to be able to go on a mission for the majority of the next year. Picking up the first of several files on her desk, she started the awkward process of trying to find the excitement in paperwork.
The plane landed in Orleans. In the toilet stall at the airport, Vaughn transformed himself into a butler. The plan was for Vaughn to pretend to be a butler at the party, and to get an empty glass with the correct fingerprints on it, scan them, and provide a replacement drink before slipping out the back way and leaving for Paris.
Dixon dropped Vaughn off, and waited in the van, as Vaughn picked up an empty tray and started walking around. Spotting his mark, Vaughn headed toward Jon Modal.
"Votre verre a l'air vide, Monsieur, puis-je le récupérer ?"
"Your glass looks low, sir, mind if I take it?"
"Bien sûr." Mr. Modal said to Vaughn. Carefully grabbing the margarita glass by the stem, Vaughn placed it on the tray. Heading off to a secluded corner, he scanned the prints and then headed for the bar to get a replacement drink. After the bartender filled up a new glass, Vaughn took it over to Mr. Modal.
"Not at all"
Walking away, Vaughn was shocked when he got to the van safely. It seemed that almost every mission he went on, something went wrong. For something to go absolutely perfect was a welcome surprise. Dixon drove away, and both he and Vaughn got on the plane and headed for Paris.
Sloane finished signing the forms that Senator Bell had been handing him. "Thank you," Senator Bell told Sloane.
"You're welcome. I'll get you the location of that device soon."
"Good."
Flipping through page after page of the manuscript that Lauren had sent along the long chain of contacts to the Head of The Covenant, Arvin Clone nodded slowly. "Interesting. Very interesting."
Slipping the latex thumbprint onto his finger, Vaughn keyed in the password Irina had given the CIA when she was interrogated for intelligence on this mission. It was accepted. Vaughn wrote down the code, logged out, and hurried. They only had three hours to make it to Champagne before the code changed.
Two and a half hours later, Vaughn burst into the van, and panting said, "We have it."
…TBC…