Chapter Two

Sydney Bristow has been a secret agent for a couple of years now. Sometimes she had to stop herself and think, am I really a spy? Is this really real? Other times, she wished it wasn't. Like last year, where she had found out she had been missing for two whole years, with no memory of it whatsoever. Recently, she began having these nightmares. Flashbacks to things Sydney couldn't remember doing, couldn't remember seeing.

Now, Sydney worked for the CIA and was also a double agent for a horrible crime alliance called SD-6, as was her Father, Jack Bristow. For a few years, Sydney had been told that SD-6 were the good guys, but she soon learnt the truth when she told her fiancé about her job and came home one day to find he had been murdered.

She had never really gotten over him. She promised herself she would not let go until SD-6 and Arvin Sloane, the head of the corporation, were bought to justice. One day Sydney would get Sloane for all the pain he had caused people, especially her. One day that heartless man would die.

But now, things had slowly been changing for Sydney. After finding out she had been missing for two years, Sydney had gotten a new view of life. Time was not to be wasted – life was just too precious. She wished things had stayed the same as they were before she had gone missing. That way, Vaughn and her would still be together and he wouldn't have married that … that … cow. Lauren Reed her name was. There was something about her, she was definitely hiding something, and Sydney knew it.

Sydney wished she knew what had happened to her in those two years, but all the information she had so far was a long, ugly scar on the right side of her stomach. Sometimes it hurt. Really hurt. But she tried not to think about it too much.

Maybe Vaughn had rung to arrange a meeting because he had found out some helpful news about her missing two years? Or maybe he was just ringing to tell her a counter mission for some tiring SD-6 mission. Great.

Sydney walked into the cold abandoned warehouse where her and Vaughn usually met with her arms crossed, she was not happy.

"This better be important because, in case the thought didn't cross your mind, it's four o'clock in the morning!" Sydney snapped angrily.

"Hello to you too." Vaughn said smiling. He was wearing his usual suit and tie, his blonde hair all over the place, obviously he had not been too happy to be called here either. "We have just been given Intel that a man named Roger Langston, who is an ex SD-6 Agent, has bought a Rambaldi Manuel script. Sloane is obviously going to tell you to go and retrieve it. There is a camera hidden within this brooch, you will take photos of the script and give them to us. Get as much information as you can at your meeting at SD-6 so we can get some Intel. It is too risky for you to steal the original and hand Sloane a fake, so we'll go with photos for now. Any questions?" asked Vaughn as he yawned.

"No, it is way to early in the morning for my brain to even attempt functioning." Sydney said while turning around and walking back to her car.
"Good luck." Vaughn whispered, so quietly that even he couldn't hear himself.

Things had never been the same between them after Sydney found out that he was married. There was not point being friends either, if she was constantly going to have to compete with the women he loves. Avoidance seemed to be the only option at this point.

So far, it wasn't really working that well.