Chapter Seven
A/N: here it is… Chapter seven! A little fast paced, and contains some offensive language… but people aren't really nice when they're angry. And remember the golden rule! REVIEW!
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The first morning rays found Tracy at the air strip, sipping hot coffee and trying to calm her weary heart. Today she realized that she is never going back to DC, she was dead to those people. It was time to close her last door back to that world.
The ring was in her hand, held between her index finger and thumb, she never looked at it like today, not even on the day he gave it to her. It was beautiful, painstakingly carved with beautiful symbols. He told her that they are symbols of love from every culture that ever existed. He said that his heart came with this ring; now it was time to give both of them back.
She watched her new associates gather, they talked and joked, like they were on their way to a vacation, she was like that. With him she was like that.
Sydney looked away from her friends, and her eyes met Tracy's. Tracy smiled and gave a little wave, Sydney excused herself and walked towards her.
"Nervous?" was the only thing that she asked when she reached Tracy.
"In more ways than one." Tracy answered simply, and looked away, obviously something was on her mind. "Look Sydney, I know I haven't known you for long, but I want a favor."
"Sure, what is it?" Sydney answered, more than a little curious of what Tracy had to asked.
"I want you to give this" She held a golden ring with carvings, "To this guy." She gave Sydney a little piece of paper with a name on it. "He lives in DC"
Sydney just looked at the ring, somewhat surprised that Tracy would trust her with something so personal like this. She wondered about the ring, what did it symbolize.
"Don't worry, Syd. It's just a ring, not the ring." Tracy said, offering some explanation.
"Who is this guy?" Sydney asked hoping to get more insight into Tracy's past.
"He's a guy that deserves to move on." Tracy said quietly and walked away.
Sydney just stood there looking at the ring and the piece of paper. She knows from personal experience that this couldn't be easy for Tracy. Sydney tucked the ring and piece of paper safely in her pocket and walked back to her friends, they were going to board the plane anytime now.
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The plane ride was uneventful, Tracy and Vaughn were seated as far away from each other as possible, the mission stats were gone over one last time and all went well.
Soon the team found themselves in the small apartment Natasha Vladimir was supposed to be staying in. They got to business quickly, installing wireless hidden camera to cover every inch on the apartment. The meet was going to happen in 2 hours.
Sydney, Dixon, and Vaughn went back to yet another black surveillance van, parked across the street from the small apartment building. Nadia and Weiss were on the field. Weiss was suppose to fixing telephone lines, which gave him a clear bird's-eye view of the apartment. Nadia was reading a book and enjoying the sun on a nearby bench.
Tracy was in the apartment drinking some sodas and watching TV. The meet was half an hour away.
"Nothing yet?" Dixon asked, he was handling communications with Base ops.
"No, nothing major, but I think they sent a scout to check the situation out." Sydney pointed at a monitor that showed a view of the hall way outside the apartment.
A young man was walking around, he had jet black hair and good build, he kept pacing the hallway, like he was looking for something. Sydney didn't give the man much mind, he didn't seem to be armed or anything.
"Base ops, everything is going as planned." Dixon said into his comm.
"Evergreen, how does it look from there?" Vaughn said into his comm.
"Everything is clear, shotgun." Nadia's voice answered.
That's when Sydney saw a black luxury car approaching.
"Heads up everybody, I think company has just arrived." Sydney said into her headset.
The black car stopped in front of the apartment building and two men in expensive suits walked out.
"These guys don't seem to care about blending in." Sydney thought out loud.
The man headed briskly into the building and Sydney continued to follow their movement. They knocked on Tracy's door.
"It's time to Tango." Tracy whispered to herself, and headed for the door.
It was a man with chiseled features and an expensive suit, he didn't look like any of the men she saw around Sergey's place, neither did the man that stood next to him.
"Natasha, it's time to go." He said in a gruff Russian voice.
"So Uncle Philip finally sent someone for me." Tracy switched to the lippy Natasha façade she managed to create.
"He wants you to be with him as soon as possible." He said coldly.
"Of course, let me get my purse." Tracy got it from the hanger in the foyer and headed out of the door with the two men.
"We're going to the top of the building, a helicopter should be here to pick us up anytime soon." Said the expensive suit with his gruff voice.
"Why not a car?" Tracy was getting really suspicious now, this is not the plan.
"It's faster."
Tracy looked into a hidden camera in the hall way and ran her hand through her hair, something was very wrong here. She could feel it in her bones. Good thing she gave Sydney the ring.
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"Vaughn… something is wrong." Sydney was looking at the monitor when she saw Tracy gave a signal they had both agreed on the plane.
That's when they heard the helicopter, it landed on the roof.
"That wasn't part of the plan, was it?" It was Weiss, asking over comms. It wasn't.
"Phoenix, phoenix do you copy?" Marshall's rushed voice came on the headset "One of my sources came through…Philip Vladimir is dead.. he's dead! Gamer is out in the open!"
"All units we have a code red." Sydney watched in horror while the elevator camera's monitor showed Tracy was struggled while one man held her and the other injected her with something. Soon the struggling stopped and Tracy slumped in the man's arms. "Gamer has been compromised, most probably a kidnap situation. All units report to the roof. ASAP."
Sydney through the head set off and found herself running towards the building at top speed. Behind her Vaughn and Dixon were following closely. Nadia was already in the building.
Sydney thanked G-d when she found the other elevator's door open, she and Nadia rushed in a went to the top floor.
"What the happened!" Nadia asked panting.
"We've been played. Marshall said Vladimir is dead." Sydney rushed her words and willed the elevator to move faster. "Dammit! Move!"
The elevator door finally opened and Sydney dashed up the stairs to the roof. She could see the two men loading Tracy into the helicopter. One of them spotted her and began to shoot at her. Nadia and Sydney took cover and shot back.
The man jumped in the helicopter and it began to take off. He kept shooting, and Sydney and Nadia kept shooting back. Soon the helicopter was high in the air, and the man stopped shooting. Sydney came out from where she was taking cover and continued to shoot until her gun clicked emptily.
"They're gone Syd." Nadia reached for her sister's arm.
"SHIT!" Sydney shouted and slammed her gun to the floor then walked away, leaving Nadia looking at the sky, helplessly watching the helicopter flying away.
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"How could this happen!" Sydney was still furious at the failure of the mission. "I thought we had intel! How could Philip Vladimir be dead!"
The team all sat in the van, now. Trying to make sense of what had just happened.
"It appears that Marshall's preliminary intel was right, Vladimir did leave his home in Russia, however, his car was involved in an accident, and was pulled out of the river in crashed into today, Vladimir's dead body was found inside the car, he never had a chance to get out." Sloan was on speaker phone explaining what happened.
"What about the tracker Tracy has, cant we see where she is?" Nadia asked.
"The Tracker hasn't been turned on, so it is completely useless at the moment." Sloan answered. "Right now, we have no idea where Maxwell is or how she is. But we will working with the assumption that she is alive, her abductors wouldn't take the effort to drug and move her if they wanted her dead."
"So what do we do now?" Weiss asked.
"Right now, head to the safe house and have a goodnight sleep, I don't want you to leave France just yet. Marshall should have something for you tomorrow… he's been working on finding some intel." Sloan continued.
Vaughn was vaguely listening, he was more interested in the surveillance screens.
"So we just sit around and do nothing now!" Sydney was going to relax anytime soon.
"I'm afraid that's all you're going to be able to do, for now." Was Sloan's reply. "I'll contact you with more information when we receive it." And with that he was gone.
"Impossible!" Sydney complained.
Vaughn wasn't listening at all now, there is something, or rather someone, that has caught his attention. He watched intently and his doubts were relinquished.
"It cant be.." he whispered to himself. "Syd, I think you need to see this."
Sydney got more serious and collected herself.
"What is it?" She looked at the screens.
"Looks like someone is revisiting the scene of the crime." Vaughn said.
It was the man that Sydney saw before, the scout. What was he doing here now? Was something left behind. Before she could give it another thought, Sydney was out of the van and heading towards the building. Weiss went along with her.
As the elevator reached the level the man was in Sydney took her gun out of the holster and slipped the safety off. Weiss and her, walked the hallway slowly and quietly, good thing this level was deserted.
Next thing they knew a man jumped Weiss and they started to fight. Sydney tried to shoot but she wasn't sure that she would hit the attacker and not Weiss. She put her gun back in the holster and stepped into the fight.
The man was powerful, and angry. He fought like a rabid dog and both Weiss and Sydney had a hard time bringing him down. Finally he fell to the floor, and Sydney pulled out and aimed it at him.
"C'mon! give me a reason to waste your pathetic life right here." Sydney said angrily.
The man just raised his hands in surrender, and Weiss frisked him.
"He's clean."
"Don't try anything or I'll put a slug in you faster than you can say Bang." Sydney threatened. The man just nodded.
"Why are you here?" she asked him he gun still trained on him.
The man said nothing, he just looked at her with a blind stare.
"Who sent you?" Sydney asked again but got the same response.
She just looked at him, and then suddenly hit him on the head with the butt of the gun.
"Whoa! Syd! What's that for!" Weiss said as he say the man fall to the floor unconscious.
"We're taking him to the safe house, he'll talk there." Sydney answered harshly. "C'mon lets get him the van."
Weiss and Sydney carried the van where they tied him up and blindfolded him, while Dixon drove them to the safe house.
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Jack sat in his office, he had just heard about France, Tracy was gone.
Jack had a nagging feeling of guilt, although he thought he did all he could to keep Tracy safe, he still thought that something else could have been done.
The office was empty now, only he and Marshall remain. Marshall had taken it hard too. He and Tracy have managed to form a strong friendship, and he felt completely lost when he heard the news.
Jack tried to pick up a report and keep himself busy, to get his mind off of things, he just couldn't concentrate. He finally decided to go out for some dinner and a drink, or just a whole lot of drinks.
As soon as he sat in his car, his cell phone rang. He thought it might be some news.
"Bristow." He said in his usual cold way.
"Long time, Bristow" Jack recognized that voice, but it couldn't be.
"Who is this?" he said forcefully.
"You should know, Jack! You took a lot of things from me, tonight I'm taking them back." The was unmistakably his, it was still cruel in some way.
"I thought were dead Turner, but you were always full of surprises." Jack said in strong tone, he wasn't about to be intimidated.
"Surprised you today, didn't I Jack? You never saw it coming. You're losing your touch." The voice mocked.
"That was you? Why?" Jack was surprised but he didn't let it slip into his voice.
"Why? Are you asking me why Jack? I'm just taking back what's mine. I'm completing what I started… you on the other hand… you just lost sight of what is bigger." Then there was nothing but a dial tone.
Jack slammed the steering wheel. One of his bigger nightmares came back to life has come back to life, and now he has Tracy.
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