A/N: Ok, so here's the next part. Happy New Year! :-)
Also I promise this story is going somewhere. Just give me a minute to gather some steam ;-)
Part 2: A Breakdown in Communication
Vaughn pushed angrily away from the table. "So what you're saying is that we have nothing."
"I'm still working on it" Marshall answered, typing furiously. "The covenant set this up and they covered their bases. We tracked the van leaving the facility but lost them within a few blocks where they apparently changed vehicles. We found the abandoned vehicle and are running it for prints now. In the meantime, I'm tracing the routes of all the vehicles that left the area where the van was found, but they picked a location with very little camera activity and the only satellite that could have given us footage was tasked to a different area."
Marshall trailed off, still typing, intent on his work.
"So we don't know where they went but we do know they specifically set this up to get Sydney" Weiss said into the silence.
Without a word, Jack Bristow stood up from the table and left the room as all but one of its occupants watched his exit.
Vaughn, who hadn't even looked up as Jack exited, remained focused on the large screen that displayed in a freeze frame the last time he'd seen Sydney, seen his fiancé.
He clicked a button and the video began playing again. They all watched as a group of men emerged from the building, one with Sydney slung over his shoulder, clearly drugged, with Sark following close behind.
Vaughn slammed his fist down onto the table; it's legs shaking with the impact.
Weiss laid his hand on Vaughn's shoulder. "Mike."
Vaughn ignored him.
"Mike, I have an idea."
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~*Lie to me*~
