Okay, I’ve tried to start this chapter so many times, so this time I’m just gonna write until I get it done, and hopefully it doesn’t turn out too terribly.
Ch. 3
So, Vaughn and I were fighting. Nothing out of the norm, we used to do it all the time. Except that was before we were in a relationship. Expressing your feelings to the ones you love can help, or so they say. Trust me, with a guy like Vaughn, it doesn’t help at all. In fact, it tears at your soul until every fiber in your body wants to die out of pure agony because you’re too proud to admit you were wrong.
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After that talk with Marshall, I walked out of the conference room feeling a little bit better. I had even managed to forget about Vaughn. Maybe it was Marshall, or maybe it was the mission that gave me tunnel vision.
“Sydney, suit up. The team will be leaving in two hours,” I heard someone bark at me from my left. Faces were blurred when I was in mission mode, so I don’t even know who was speaking. I just headed for my mother’s cell where they were preparing to let her out as if they were letting fifty bulls loose in a china shop. She walked out, looking somewhat disheartened, but she looked up at me and her face brightened. My mother actually gave me a small wave as they led her past me into the main area. I followed the guards into the equipment room where together, we got our clothes for the mission. For the next hour, I mainly stayed with her, just talking and going over the mission. Finally, after realizing the team was assembled and ready to go, Dad called all of us over for a short brief.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen. We will all be flying to Australia, which is where we have confirmed Sloane is located through Emily. You all have your different assignments and your supposed purposes for re-joining with Sloane. Assistant director Kendall will be retaking control of operations until my return. We leave in ten minutes. Clear?” We all nodded, and Emily just looked around. She had a terrified look in her eyes, and I could only imagine why.
So, we started heading towards the air strip in two black Navigators. Vaughn purposefully headed for the other car, so I got in with Weiss and Dixon in the very back of the first car. Weiss tapped me on the shoulder as the car started to roll away.
“Hey, Syd, are you alright?” he said with concern in his voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied, putting on a fake smile.
“Then why aren’t you and Mike back here making out? Did you guys have a fight?” he said quietly, not wanting any agents listening in to hear.
“No. Well, not exactly. Yes,” I finally conceded, hanging my head in defeat.
“Aw, I’m sure you two will work it out. After all, you two were meant to be together. Didn’t you know that?” he said, purely with the intent of cheering me up. In a way, I guess it did help, but at the same time, it just reminded me of Vaughn. I wanted to tell him I was sorry so badly, but, being the stubborn-headed fool I am, I wouldn’t let myself. The plane ride went by fast, maybe because I did nothing but stare out the window. Dixon came over and took the seat next to me.
“Syd, we’ll be landing soon. Are you ready?” I turned my head towards him, furiously wiping the tears out of my ears.
“Yeah. Are you? I mean, I won’t be going until the last moment, but you and Emily will be in so much danger.” He just looked down at his hands and smiled.
“Nah, you know me. I’ll be fine. Well, I’ll let you get back to your thoughts. See ya,” he said, throwing me a final smile and walking towards the back of the plane. I can only imagine how much Vaughn hates me right now.
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So, a couple hours later we landed. The start of the downward decline of my life began from there, and it was excruciating, terrifying, and horrifically mesmerizing. By the time it was over, there was nothing left. But we’ll get to the mission later.
Okay, I know this one was supposed to be the mission, but I’m a little rushed, so I’ll try to work on the next chap this weekend, though!
~Me :angel2:
