Vaughn saw movement in the doorway and looked up just in time to see a man
turn and walk out of the room. He had a blowgun in his hand. He looked
down, his eyes desperately searching Syd for the dart. It was lodged in her
back, just below her shoulder blade.
He reached down and yanked it free, causing blood to run from the wound. He felt for a pulse at her neck, and was greatly relieved to feel a weak one. When he kissed her, his lips came back bloody. He grabbed the buzzer from where it was laying on the table by the bed and pressed down hard on it. Within seconds, a team of doctors and nurses where working on Syd.
Feeling like he was getting in the way, he gave the dart to a nurse, along with a short description of what had happened. The nurse took both from him without a word, and slipped the dart into a baggie.
He walked out of the room, knowing there was nothing he could do but wait. His mind kept flashing pictures of Syd, so he decided to call White. He sighed heavily as he found a phone and dialed a familiar number. He had been meaning to get a message to Jack that his daughter had been found, but couldn't. He didn't know where Jack was.
White picked up on the first ring.
"Yes?"
"Vaughn here, sir. We. Sy. Agent Bristow has been attacked."
"Attacked? Where?" White asked, traces of anger evident in his voice.
"In her hospital room, sir. Some one shot her with a dart gun."
"Do we know what was in the dart?"
"No, sir. Not yet. They're still working on it."
"How could this happen? She's in a CIA run hospital!" Someone was going to be in big trouble.
White hated bad news and this news was worst than most. Not only had one of his top double agents been kidnapped and tortured, but she'd also been targeted in her hospital room - in a CIA run hospital, none the less- by an unknown assailant.
Vaughn sighed again, and rubbed his hand across his face. He was having a hard time keeping up with what was going on.
"Call me back when you find out anything." White said in a slightly tired voice. "I've already ordered a search of the hospital and grounds, but I don't expect it will do an good."
"Yes sir," Vaughn said, "Sir? Peter Fenwick is dead. I just found out this morning. Looks like he killed himself." He added
"Thank you Agent Vaughn." White said before he put the phone down.
Vaughn wandered back in the general direction of Sydney's room, hoping for any news.
He reached down and yanked it free, causing blood to run from the wound. He felt for a pulse at her neck, and was greatly relieved to feel a weak one. When he kissed her, his lips came back bloody. He grabbed the buzzer from where it was laying on the table by the bed and pressed down hard on it. Within seconds, a team of doctors and nurses where working on Syd.
Feeling like he was getting in the way, he gave the dart to a nurse, along with a short description of what had happened. The nurse took both from him without a word, and slipped the dart into a baggie.
He walked out of the room, knowing there was nothing he could do but wait. His mind kept flashing pictures of Syd, so he decided to call White. He sighed heavily as he found a phone and dialed a familiar number. He had been meaning to get a message to Jack that his daughter had been found, but couldn't. He didn't know where Jack was.
White picked up on the first ring.
"Yes?"
"Vaughn here, sir. We. Sy. Agent Bristow has been attacked."
"Attacked? Where?" White asked, traces of anger evident in his voice.
"In her hospital room, sir. Some one shot her with a dart gun."
"Do we know what was in the dart?"
"No, sir. Not yet. They're still working on it."
"How could this happen? She's in a CIA run hospital!" Someone was going to be in big trouble.
White hated bad news and this news was worst than most. Not only had one of his top double agents been kidnapped and tortured, but she'd also been targeted in her hospital room - in a CIA run hospital, none the less- by an unknown assailant.
Vaughn sighed again, and rubbed his hand across his face. He was having a hard time keeping up with what was going on.
"Call me back when you find out anything." White said in a slightly tired voice. "I've already ordered a search of the hospital and grounds, but I don't expect it will do an good."
"Yes sir," Vaughn said, "Sir? Peter Fenwick is dead. I just found out this morning. Looks like he killed himself." He added
"Thank you Agent Vaughn." White said before he put the phone down.
Vaughn wandered back in the general direction of Sydney's room, hoping for any news.