A Mission to Die For

Now that's got an edge on it. Humm. Guess I'll be back this evening before Alias to see what you're cooking up for our foursome.
 
Chapter Six

Sydney’s POV

“When we land at the private field in Switzerland, at around noon, we will check into a hotel with all of our belongings. Everybody needs to sleep and eat before we leave. We’ll meet in my room at 8 PM so we can go over the mission and execute it. Are there any questions?” He looks icily at Irina. They didn’t do very well together on the plan.

“How many rooms do we have?” I ask.

“Two, I believe. It’s more practical for the agency to book only two because of the length of our stay and to preserve our aliases.”

Later

“A reservation for John Ashton please,” Dad says in his most proper British accent. Our alias is that we are from England on Holiday and I’m here on a trip with my boyfriend and parents.

“Honey, how many rooms did you get? I’ve already forgotten,” Irina asks.

“Two Madame, with double beds in each,” the desk clerk answers.

“Thank you sir.”

“Your welcome ma’am. Here are your room keys.” He hands each of us a blue key with the name of the hotel in white letters. “Your rooms are down the hall from each other on the second floor. Have a nice stay.”

“Thank you, we will. Ingrid, darling let’s go up to the room and get some rest. Samantha,” Dad says to me, “I’ll see you and David at 8:00 sharp. Don’t be late.”

“Alright Daddy, we won’t.”


End of Chapter Six
 
Here is chapter seven and anna maybe i do need your help after all...


Chapter Seven

I’m glad that we’ve finally arrived. I never sleep very well on planes unless I’m really tired. Unfortunately, this is never the case before missions because I’m so revved up about them.

“Vaughn, I’m getting hungry how about you?”

“Yeah, me too. Do you want to go get something to eat?”

“Umm…well I’m feeling really lazy now, so do you want to order room service?”

“I’d like to, but what would the CIA say about room service on a mission?”

“Well, we could tell them that we wanted to preserve our cover and going out to eat would expose us. How does that sound?”

“Gr-eat,” Vaughn laughs.

“What do you want?”

“How about some tomato soup?”

40 minutes later

“Room service.” Some knocks at the door.

“I’ll get it,” I say because Vaughn is just stepping out of the shower.

“Thanks.”

I look through the peep hole to check to see who it is. Looks okay to me. I open the door and the room service guy rolls a tray in with two bowls and a pot of tomato soup.

“Thank you. You can put it over there,” I motion to the desk.

“Thank you for your service. If you need any help just call us. The number is 47 on your courtesy phone,” He starts walking towards the door.

“Thank you very much.”

“Your welcome.” I close the door behind him.

“Michael, the food’s here.”

“Thanks, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Do you want me to pour you some soup so it’ll be ready when you get out?”

“Sure, that’d be great. Thanks.”

“No problem.” I say, and start pouring.

Vaughn walks in with his hair still wet dressed in khakis and a polo shirt, very country club. “It’s so nice to see you in something other than suits.”

“I know what you mean. Suits are very formal and aren’t terribly comfortable. The can feel very restricting.”

“Come sit down,” I say as I pull two chairs around the desk. “The food is getting cold.”

“You sound like my mom,” he smiles.

“Is that a good thing of a bad thing?” I return.

“Definitely a good thing.”

“Do you get to see her often?”

“Not as much as I would like. But I visit her on big holidays, like Christmas, Thanksgiving, her birthday. I wish I could see her more often, but as you know, it’s not very realistic.”

We talk about a lot of other things over the next half an hour, anything but the mission.

"Michael, I don't know about you, but I'm getting really tired and Dad will kill me if I'm tired on the mission tonight. I think I'm going that take a nap."

"Yah, me too."

I lay down on my bed on the edge and Vaughn plops himself down next to me. He takes his shoes off and lies down, protectively draping an arm over my stomach. This is definitely the way to take a nap.

End of Chapter Seven
 
Chapter Eight

No POV

Meanwhile in the hotel room down the hall, things were going slightly differently.

“Jack, I’m going to take a nap.”

“Alright. I’m going down to the lobby to get something to eat, do you want anything?”

“No thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a half an hour. I’m going to check on Sydney.”

Jack walks down the hall and knocks on their door. He hears a masculine voice from inside, “I’ll get it.”

Vaughn looks through the peep hole and sees Jack. He wonders what he is going here. Vaughn opens the door and says, “Yes?”

“I just wanted to make sure that everything was going alright for you.”

“It’s fine. We were just taking a nap.”

Jack looks past Vaughn to see Sydney curled up on the far side of the bed with a body indent next to hers. He gives Vaughn the evil eye.

“Okay. Have you eaten anything yet?”

“Yah, we had some tomato soup.”

“Good. I’m going to have some lunch downstairs. See you at 8 o’clock.”

“Okay. Bye.” And Vaughn quietly shuts the door and goes and lies back down next to Sydney. “Your dad just gave me the evil eye.”

“He did?” She giggles. “Oh well. Good night.”

“Good night Syd.” And they quickly settle back down.

Jack walks downstairs and orders a BLT at the hotel café.

Meanwhile back in Jack and Irina’s hotel room

“Everything is going according to plan. He will be terminated tonight.”

“Good work.”

End of Chapter Eight
 
:eek: wow I missed a lot!!!

Marshall is so sweet! And you made his character perfect! And Vaughn and Weiss... :lol: And evil Jack :angry: well, you know my view on him ^_^

wowow did I miss something?!? That waiter... and then the ending line... if Jack does anything to Vaughn...
 
Alright, here it is, the last chapter!

Chapter Nine

Eight o’clock in Jack and Irina’s hotel room

Sydney’s POV

We are all gathered in Dad and Mom’s hotel room and are going over the mission.

“Sydney, you and Vaughn will infiltrate the warehouse where Sloane is keeping Kaplan get him out. Meanwhile, Irina and I will try rig the warehouse with enough C-4 to completely decimate it. And then we will meet you and go get Sark and Sloane together.”

“Let’s go,” I say. I’m determined for this to work. Sloane will not get away this time.

At the Warehouse

Vaughn and I enter through one of the side doors only to be confronted with three guards. We are each struggling with one when I notice out of the corner of my eye that the other is running down the hall.

“Vaughn! He’s getting away!” I quickly through my assailant against the wall and take out my gun. It takes me about five shots to get him because he’s zigzagging. When I finally see him go down, I start to turn to finish the other guy off, when I am fiercely grabbed around the neck with a gun pointed at my head.

I look over to see how Vaughn is doing and he is also in a similar grip although he is still struggling.

“Don’t move or I’ll kill her!” My attacker yells.

Vaughn immediately stops struggling and a look of fear flashes across his face. We are led to an inner room in the warehouse. Just as they are taking out rope to attach us to two chairs, I kick my assailant in the shins and flip him over on his back. In the same few seconds, Vaughn pulls his gun out and shoots the other man.

He looks over to me and says, “Sydney, we need to get out of here.”

I nod knowingly and we turn around only to be faced with Irina, a look of murder on her face.

Everything starts to move in slow motion. I see her take out a gun and point it at Vaughn. I start running and I try to jump in front of him, but I’m too late. I hear the gun go off and I don’t get hit. When I crash to the ground, I flip over to see Vaughn lying on the ground clutching his chest. I scramble towards him with tears streaming down my face.

“Vaughn!”

“Sydney,” he whispers in a raspy voice, “I love you.”

I collapse on top of him, my body shaking with violent tears. “I love you too.” All of a sudden, I hear him take one last tortured breath and his chest stops moving.

I slowly turn to Irina with a look of ultimate suffering in my eyes. I get to my feet and start running towards her. I want to kill her myself with my own hands. The amount of hate that is in my heart surpasses any amount of reason that could ever be conjured in my head. Before I can reach her, she turns her gun to me and says in an icy voice, “Don’t move.”

“You killed him! You killed him!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I started to run towards her again.

“If you take one more step I’ll kill you Sydney.” I stop because if she kills me now, I’ll never get a chance to finish her myself.

“I didn’t just kill Agent Vaughn out of spite. I did it to save us, to save the world. The one thing that no one else knew about the 47th page was that it wasn’t just any young woman who would destroy the world, it was your daughter. I couldn’t let the Rambaldi prophecy come true. I’m trying to save you Sydney. Don’t you understand? I did it for your own good.”

“I don’t care why you killed him! I don’t care if my daughter would destroy the world! All that matters is that you killed him! He was the last person in the world that I had and now he is gone. There is nothing that you could tell me that would change that. And the one thing that you didn’t know is that I’m already going to have that daughter.”

THE END

Believe me, this is NOT what I want to happen on the show, not at all! This is just an idea that I came up with that I decided I wanted to write. This is by no means going to happen! Thank you all so much for reading! I really appreciate it.
 
:rolleyes: Some imagination!! Kill Vaughn? Good grief, "lucy" what got into you? Glad you put the disclaimer at the bottom. -_-
 
:D Then there's the plot I dreamed up this morning: "Gotcha!" and this one could mean more than what it seems to say. :rolleyes:
 
great, kate! and now you can post your link and close the topic. oh, and you might want to include in your sequel that they should read this first and then your new one.
 
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