REDEMPTION
CHAPTER TWO
Sydney, Vaughn and Weiss entered the nightclub in Bangkok and immediately split up. Weiss and Vaughn made their way in to the back where they took out the security guards and Weiss maintained control of the booth. Sydney scanned the crowds looking for anyone she could recognize, anyone suspicious. There was nothing. She tucked an unruly strand of hair behind her ear and took a seat at the bar. She ordered a drink and continued searching for unusual behavior. Her entire focus was on this mission, yet she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they failed. Her uncertainty shocked even her.
"Mountaineer, get a good look at that bartender," Vaughn's voice broke through breaking her concentration.
"Why is that?" Sydney asked softly. She turned around and adjusting her camera glasses to ensure she got a close up of the bartender.
"Cause if he looks down your dress one more time, I want a picture so I can identify him and pummel him later," Sydney rolled her eyes and heard Weiss snickering in the background. She adjusted the top of her sparkling red dress and grabbed her drink, moving out near the booths in the corner.
"Boot Camp, are you finding anything?" Sydney sat in one of the corner booths.
"Yeah," Marshall began typing on his laptop. "I'm monitoring all incoming and outgoing phone calls, you know some of the stuff you hear is just, well wrong is the only word that comes to mind. Well anyway there is quire a bit of power coming from the second sublevel, it'll be the fourth door on the right. That's where they've got her."
"Are you ready to rock?" Vaughn came up beside her and took her hand.
"And roll," Sydney set her glass down and the two began dancing to the fast pace beat. They made their way over to the employee entrance and slipped by unnoticed. "Let's find her and get out of here; I hate Bangkok."
"I have to agree with that," Weiss commented watching the security cameras. "You have one man armed coming up on the right corner up ahead."
Flattening themselves against the wall Vaughn and Sydney waited for the armed guard to turn the corner before taking him out quickly and quietly. Compared to other missions the security seemed inadequate, Sydney and Vaughn only took out three more guards before they found the room where Kathryn Sullivan was. Vaughn shot two guards that were in the room before getting to Kathryn.
Sydney took a quick glance at Kathryn, her eyes were closed and she was ashen white, her entire body covered in a slick sweat. Had it not been for her shallow breathing, Sydney would have thought her dead. Placing a wireless device on top of the laptop Sydney began uploading the computer contents onto a secure server, directly to the CIA Operations Center. "How is she?" she asked.
Using a key found on one of the guards, Vaughn undid the metal clasps that confined Kathryn to the chair. "She's alive, barely." Standing near her head, Vaughn began preparing the syringe Marshall had given him. "Kathryn, wake up, come on kid, wake up" he slapped her cheeks several times and her eyelids fluttered open but only briefly. Taking her arm he quickly injected the insulin. "How's it going?" he asked Sydney.
"Done," She shut the laptop and inserted the copied disk into her bag.
"No change," Vaughn shook his head. He held Kathryn's arm up to show Sydney, "Look at these burns, they actually tortured her. Looks like they gave her something, The truth serium maybe."
"And got it on tape," Sydney pointed at the video camera which was set up in the corner of the room. Stopping it she took the tape out and put it in her bag. "At least we'll know what they know-Vaughn!"
Kathryn began shaking uncontrollably. "Turn her on her side." Sydney and Vaughn turned Kathryn on her side as she continued to seize uncontrollably.
"Boyscout? Mountaineer? What's going on?" Dixon nervously tapped his fingers on the edge of his desk. He and Jack watched the security feed Weiss had tapped into from the Los Angeles CIA Operations Center.
"Boyscout, Mountaineer, you've got three armed guards on their way, ETA 1 minute," Weiss began packing up his set up. "Move your butts out now!"
"Base Camp, target is having a seizure," Vaughn responded. "Marshall are you there?"
Marshall nearly fell out of his chair, "Yes Michael, Mr.-Agent Vaughn," he stammered.
"This stuff you gave her isn't working, no change at all. She's unconscious and her pulse is weak" Vaughn and Sydney pulled out their guns preparing for the three men coming their way.
"Wait till you get on the plane, if her condition still hasn't changed than give her a second dose but no more than that." Marshall checked his computer, "You need to get out of there now, two trucks of armed men are on their way in at least twelve of them."
Vaughn and Sydney waited until the three armed guards had come into the room before fighting them. Two went down easily loosing consciousness, the third proved to be more stubborn and a bullet was the only thing that stopped him. "Vaughn let's go," Sydney tossed him his gun and he pulled Kathryn up and over his shoulder. "Weiss, we're heading out,"
"Already ahead of you, see you at the extraction point." Weiss packed up the rest of his equipment. "Four guards coming up on your left."
"Thanks Weiss, see you in five," Vaughn set Kathryn down and he and Sydney took down the four guards.
"Vaughn lookout!" Sydney barely had enough time to get the words out as a guard came around the corner firing. The guard was immediately silenced by a sleeping dart right to the chest. Turning around they saw Kathryn shaking as she slowly lowered the dart gun she'd taken from one of the downed guards lying to her left.
"Good shot," Vaughn commented taking the dart gun away from her,
"I try," her voice shook weakly, "who are you?"
"CIA, Agents Vaughn & Bristow at your service," Vaughn pulled her up and put her over his shoulder once more.
"What the hell." Kathryn's voice trailed off.
"She's unconscious again," Sydney said following behind Vaughn as they proceeded to one of the side doors. "I can't believe she made that shot, she can't even keep her eyes open."
"Base Camp, this is Boyscout," Vaughn and Sydney began running to the extraction point with Weiss and several other tact agents following close behind. "ETA two minutes to extraction, we have the package and she is alive."
"Good work, Boyscout, I will meet you at the extraction drop off," Jack slid his headset off and sat back in his chair breathing a sigh of relief. "That almost seemed too easy," he said quietly.
"I know what you mean," Dixon nodded. "Either she's not really that important to them, or they didn't have a clue that anyone else knew about her."
"Id like to debrief her myself," Jack was silent for several moments before speaking again. "If she is Irina Derevko's daughter than she might know more than we think she does."
"I understand, just remember Jack that she may be entirely innocent and has no idea who her mother really was."
"Understood," Jack stood up getting his coat. I'm going to the drop off point to meet them, I don't want this girl out of my sight."
"Jack-Mr. Bistrow," Marshall came running out of his office nearly crashing into the two men.
"What is it Marshall?"
He handed Jack a bottle of orange juice; "you'll probably need this for the girl. It's just a bottle of orange juice, well except for I modified it slightly, it'll give her a little extra boost."
'Thank you Marshall," Jack slipped the juice into his pocket and left the Ops center. He drove around for a while, needed to clear his head and get things prioritized in his mind and decide exactly what he would tell Kathryn Sullivan, about her mother, her kidnapping, about everything.
~ ~ ~
Kathryn groaned loudly and her eyes opened briefly as Vaughn put her down and her head hit the floor of the helicopter hard. He began unloading his gear and tossed Weiss the second syringe. "Give her this," he asked helping Sydney take off her tact gear.
Weiss took the syringe and slowly began inserting it into Kathryn's arm suddenly she opened her eyes and his world went black.
CHAPTER TWO
Sydney, Vaughn and Weiss entered the nightclub in Bangkok and immediately split up. Weiss and Vaughn made their way in to the back where they took out the security guards and Weiss maintained control of the booth. Sydney scanned the crowds looking for anyone she could recognize, anyone suspicious. There was nothing. She tucked an unruly strand of hair behind her ear and took a seat at the bar. She ordered a drink and continued searching for unusual behavior. Her entire focus was on this mission, yet she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they failed. Her uncertainty shocked even her.
"Mountaineer, get a good look at that bartender," Vaughn's voice broke through breaking her concentration.
"Why is that?" Sydney asked softly. She turned around and adjusting her camera glasses to ensure she got a close up of the bartender.
"Cause if he looks down your dress one more time, I want a picture so I can identify him and pummel him later," Sydney rolled her eyes and heard Weiss snickering in the background. She adjusted the top of her sparkling red dress and grabbed her drink, moving out near the booths in the corner.
"Boot Camp, are you finding anything?" Sydney sat in one of the corner booths.
"Yeah," Marshall began typing on his laptop. "I'm monitoring all incoming and outgoing phone calls, you know some of the stuff you hear is just, well wrong is the only word that comes to mind. Well anyway there is quire a bit of power coming from the second sublevel, it'll be the fourth door on the right. That's where they've got her."
"Are you ready to rock?" Vaughn came up beside her and took her hand.
"And roll," Sydney set her glass down and the two began dancing to the fast pace beat. They made their way over to the employee entrance and slipped by unnoticed. "Let's find her and get out of here; I hate Bangkok."
"I have to agree with that," Weiss commented watching the security cameras. "You have one man armed coming up on the right corner up ahead."
Flattening themselves against the wall Vaughn and Sydney waited for the armed guard to turn the corner before taking him out quickly and quietly. Compared to other missions the security seemed inadequate, Sydney and Vaughn only took out three more guards before they found the room where Kathryn Sullivan was. Vaughn shot two guards that were in the room before getting to Kathryn.
Sydney took a quick glance at Kathryn, her eyes were closed and she was ashen white, her entire body covered in a slick sweat. Had it not been for her shallow breathing, Sydney would have thought her dead. Placing a wireless device on top of the laptop Sydney began uploading the computer contents onto a secure server, directly to the CIA Operations Center. "How is she?" she asked.
Using a key found on one of the guards, Vaughn undid the metal clasps that confined Kathryn to the chair. "She's alive, barely." Standing near her head, Vaughn began preparing the syringe Marshall had given him. "Kathryn, wake up, come on kid, wake up" he slapped her cheeks several times and her eyelids fluttered open but only briefly. Taking her arm he quickly injected the insulin. "How's it going?" he asked Sydney.
"Done," She shut the laptop and inserted the copied disk into her bag.
"No change," Vaughn shook his head. He held Kathryn's arm up to show Sydney, "Look at these burns, they actually tortured her. Looks like they gave her something, The truth serium maybe."
"And got it on tape," Sydney pointed at the video camera which was set up in the corner of the room. Stopping it she took the tape out and put it in her bag. "At least we'll know what they know-Vaughn!"
Kathryn began shaking uncontrollably. "Turn her on her side." Sydney and Vaughn turned Kathryn on her side as she continued to seize uncontrollably.
"Boyscout? Mountaineer? What's going on?" Dixon nervously tapped his fingers on the edge of his desk. He and Jack watched the security feed Weiss had tapped into from the Los Angeles CIA Operations Center.
"Boyscout, Mountaineer, you've got three armed guards on their way, ETA 1 minute," Weiss began packing up his set up. "Move your butts out now!"
"Base Camp, target is having a seizure," Vaughn responded. "Marshall are you there?"
Marshall nearly fell out of his chair, "Yes Michael, Mr.-Agent Vaughn," he stammered.
"This stuff you gave her isn't working, no change at all. She's unconscious and her pulse is weak" Vaughn and Sydney pulled out their guns preparing for the three men coming their way.
"Wait till you get on the plane, if her condition still hasn't changed than give her a second dose but no more than that." Marshall checked his computer, "You need to get out of there now, two trucks of armed men are on their way in at least twelve of them."
Vaughn and Sydney waited until the three armed guards had come into the room before fighting them. Two went down easily loosing consciousness, the third proved to be more stubborn and a bullet was the only thing that stopped him. "Vaughn let's go," Sydney tossed him his gun and he pulled Kathryn up and over his shoulder. "Weiss, we're heading out,"
"Already ahead of you, see you at the extraction point." Weiss packed up the rest of his equipment. "Four guards coming up on your left."
"Thanks Weiss, see you in five," Vaughn set Kathryn down and he and Sydney took down the four guards.
"Vaughn lookout!" Sydney barely had enough time to get the words out as a guard came around the corner firing. The guard was immediately silenced by a sleeping dart right to the chest. Turning around they saw Kathryn shaking as she slowly lowered the dart gun she'd taken from one of the downed guards lying to her left.
"Good shot," Vaughn commented taking the dart gun away from her,
"I try," her voice shook weakly, "who are you?"
"CIA, Agents Vaughn & Bristow at your service," Vaughn pulled her up and put her over his shoulder once more.
"What the hell." Kathryn's voice trailed off.
"She's unconscious again," Sydney said following behind Vaughn as they proceeded to one of the side doors. "I can't believe she made that shot, she can't even keep her eyes open."
"Base Camp, this is Boyscout," Vaughn and Sydney began running to the extraction point with Weiss and several other tact agents following close behind. "ETA two minutes to extraction, we have the package and she is alive."
"Good work, Boyscout, I will meet you at the extraction drop off," Jack slid his headset off and sat back in his chair breathing a sigh of relief. "That almost seemed too easy," he said quietly.
"I know what you mean," Dixon nodded. "Either she's not really that important to them, or they didn't have a clue that anyone else knew about her."
"Id like to debrief her myself," Jack was silent for several moments before speaking again. "If she is Irina Derevko's daughter than she might know more than we think she does."
"I understand, just remember Jack that she may be entirely innocent and has no idea who her mother really was."
"Understood," Jack stood up getting his coat. I'm going to the drop off point to meet them, I don't want this girl out of my sight."
"Jack-Mr. Bistrow," Marshall came running out of his office nearly crashing into the two men.
"What is it Marshall?"
He handed Jack a bottle of orange juice; "you'll probably need this for the girl. It's just a bottle of orange juice, well except for I modified it slightly, it'll give her a little extra boost."
'Thank you Marshall," Jack slipped the juice into his pocket and left the Ops center. He drove around for a while, needed to clear his head and get things prioritized in his mind and decide exactly what he would tell Kathryn Sullivan, about her mother, her kidnapping, about everything.
~ ~ ~
Kathryn groaned loudly and her eyes opened briefly as Vaughn put her down and her head hit the floor of the helicopter hard. He began unloading his gear and tossed Weiss the second syringe. "Give her this," he asked helping Sydney take off her tact gear.
Weiss took the syringe and slowly began inserting it into Kathryn's arm suddenly she opened her eyes and his world went black.