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Thanks guys. Right now, my head is just swarming because I thought up a new story, I still have to write like two more chaps for Unresolved, and another chap for Untitled, so I'm kinda swamped, but enjoying every minute of it! I'm glad you guys are so into this, though!
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Ch. 4
Well, I guess you want to hear the part of this story that actually counts, so I’ll get right to it.
*
The team had convened at a small hotel near Sydney, Australia (<------ha, ha, ha… okay, maybe it’s not that funny.) I was given my own room, being the only female on the team besides Emily, but some of the guys though it would be, how should I put this, funny, if Vaughn and I were in the same room. I quickly shot down this idea, threatening them with their very lives if they even thought of doing that. My number one objective, besides catching Sloane, was to stay away from Vaughn during this trip. No distractions, no side effects.
That, however, didn’t work.
“Hey, Syd, how’s it going?” Weiss came up to me and asked this is an extremely fake, cheery voice. Something was up.
“Alright, what do you want?” I said, facing him and crossing my arms.
“Um, do you want to come to my room later to go over the mission? Plus, we need to set up the gear for tomorrow.”
“When?” I said, raising my eyebrows.
“Tonight, around seven o’clock. Sound good?”
“Sure. Whatever,” I said, shrugging my shoulders and continuing down the hall. I knew he was up to something, and if it was what I thought it was, he was a dead man.
I decided to go to Emily’s room, to check on her and see how she was doing. She was sitting on her bed, staring out at the sunset (it was five o’clock there.)
“Sydney, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, Emily. Is anything wrong?” Although I wasn’t happy with the rest of the people on my team, Emily had always held a soft spot in my heart.
“He’s not going to die, is he? I mean, I don’t want him to get the death sentence,” she said, looking at me with tears in her eyes.
“Emily, he did so many things—terrible things, that I don’t know what the prosecution will do.” She just nodded, looking sad and dejected. I rubbed my hand on her back, not knowing what else to do. We sat like this until 6:15, when I glanced at my watch.
“Oh, Emily, I’m sorry, I have to go take care of some business.”
“Go ahead, dear. Just make sure we see each other before tomorrow,” she said.
“Of course.” I smiled at her and walked out the door. Jogging back to my room, I jammed the key in the door and practically jumped into the shower. After I was done, I checked the time once more. 6:39. I only had twenty-one minutes to get my make-up on and pick out something to wear. Rifling through my suitcase, I found a pair of jean shorts and a white tanktop. I yanked both of them on, while slicking my hair back into a ponytail at the same time. 6:53. I pulled out my makeup case and hurriedly patted on some concealer and foundation, followed by a little bronzer and a clear lip gloss. After examining myself one more time in the mirror, I smoothed out my shorts, grabbed my debrief packet strictly for appearances, got my key which I had previously left in the lock on the door, and headed towards the other end of the hall.
Well, I was right—Weiss was and had been up to something. When I got there, he and Vaughn were standing at the far end of the room near the window.
“Hey, Weiss,” I said, letting myself in the room.
“Hey, Syd. Wow, you look great,” he said, giving me a gigantic hug.
“Thank you. Listen, can we order some food? I’m starved!” While Weiss and I were talking, I purposefully ignored the sad-looking figure standing alone in a corner.
“Sure! You know what, you get comfortable while I go ring it up. What would you like?”
“Chicken,” I said decisively. I had been craving chicken all day, and now that I was finally going to eat, I felt like eating chicken.
“Alrighty then.” He went off into another room, leaving Vaughn and I alone. When his head finally perked up, we did some staring and glaring before I gave in and looked down at the floor. *Damn it, Bristow,* I thought to myself. *Why do you always have to give in to him?* I decided to break the ice.
“How—how are you?” I choked out, not daring to say more for fear the tears that had been threatening to fall would.
“Good. You?” he said in an equally choked voice.
“Good. Um, Vaughn—” I started, and he looked at me with such hopeful eyes that I forced myself to keep on plowing. “Vaughn, I—I’m, well, you know. I’m sorry,” I said, looking at the ground as the dam that had been building up inside my eyes broke loose. It’s not easy to apologize when you’ve got too much pride.
“Syd, it’s alright. I know what taking Sloane down would mean to you. I just want you to do it safely.” He came over to me and enveloped me in his arms. I cried some more, dropping the debrief packet to the ground. He led me over to the couch, and for the rest of the night we sat and talked, never seeing a sign of Weiss. He may have been a dead man, but he was in my book a really good friend.
*
The next day, Emily and Dixon set out together in a black limousine Sloane had ordered to pick Emily up at the airport (A/N; in this story, she’s still alive and Sloane thinks she’s flown in from Tuscany.) We had intercepted the real limo, however, and had one of the less substantial agents take the limo driver’s place.
“Showtime,” I breathed, sliding on my headset. We had set up in a spare bedroom we had rented strictly for these purposes. There were TV monitors all around, one to two agents watching each. Weiss, Vaughn and I were on comms.
“Alright, we’re here,” Dixon said through his piece.
“Alright, Ranger, you’re clear to go,” I said clearly. Each was wearing a mike, wire and camera, that way we would be able to pick up anything Sloane said or did.
“How are we doing?” I heard Emily’s scared voice say to Dixon.
“Don’t worry. You’re doing great,” he soothed her. In a way, I was happy Dixon was with Emily. He would be able to help her make it through this.
They walked up to the front door after going through a maze of gardens and walls. *Boy, nice security,* I thought to myself dryly. The door opened, and a butler answered.
“Ah, Mrs. Sloane. Mr. Sloane has been expecting you.” Emily and Dixon looked at each other and walked inside. The butler led them to a small office where the little worm was seated behind an Edwardian desk.
“Emily, my love! Welcome to Australia!” He hadn’t noticed Dixon yet. My whole body tensed at the sight of him, but I felt Vaughn’s hand reach for mine under the table, and I relaxed.
“Marcus Dixon. Hm, I had heard you had begun working for the CIA with Sydney. Why would you risk your life to come here?” the little weasel sneered.
“Well, I realized SD-6 was where I belonged. The CIA is too—how shall we say, legal. Besides, I need to get revenge on Sydney for ruining my life.” I flinched. Even though that was part of his cover story, it still stung to hear those words.
“Well, what do you want from me?”
“I want to work for you. I know you’re trying to build your organization, so let me help you. I can get more people from SD-6, people who hate the American government. You could be strong again.” *Wow,* I thought to myself. *Dixon’s a really good actor.*
“Alright. I’ll let you work for me if and only if you can kill Bristow. Both of them.” That was the main objective, and Sloane had taken the bait.
“Done. I’ll send an envoy for my people tomorrow.”
“Until then, Dixon, you’re more than welcome to stay in one of the guest rooms upstairs.”
“Thank you, sir. I’m very much obliged.”
“You’re welcome. Good to see you again, Dixon.”
*
The evil bastard had bought it. Now we had two people inside his organization. The perfect set up.
I know, weird place to stop, but I don't want her narrating bits to sound the same every time!
~me :angel2:
Well, I guess you want to hear the part of this story that actually counts, so I’ll get right to it.
*
The team had convened at a small hotel near Sydney, Australia (<------ha, ha, ha… okay, maybe it’s not that funny.) I was given my own room, being the only female on the team besides Emily, but some of the guys though it would be, how should I put this, funny, if Vaughn and I were in the same room. I quickly shot down this idea, threatening them with their very lives if they even thought of doing that. My number one objective, besides catching Sloane, was to stay away from Vaughn during this trip. No distractions, no side effects.
That, however, didn’t work.
“Hey, Syd, how’s it going?” Weiss came up to me and asked this is an extremely fake, cheery voice. Something was up.
“Alright, what do you want?” I said, facing him and crossing my arms.
“Um, do you want to come to my room later to go over the mission? Plus, we need to set up the gear for tomorrow.”
“When?” I said, raising my eyebrows.
“Tonight, around seven o’clock. Sound good?”
“Sure. Whatever,” I said, shrugging my shoulders and continuing down the hall. I knew he was up to something, and if it was what I thought it was, he was a dead man.
I decided to go to Emily’s room, to check on her and see how she was doing. She was sitting on her bed, staring out at the sunset (it was five o’clock there.)
“Sydney, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, Emily. Is anything wrong?” Although I wasn’t happy with the rest of the people on my team, Emily had always held a soft spot in my heart.
“He’s not going to die, is he? I mean, I don’t want him to get the death sentence,” she said, looking at me with tears in her eyes.
“Emily, he did so many things—terrible things, that I don’t know what the prosecution will do.” She just nodded, looking sad and dejected. I rubbed my hand on her back, not knowing what else to do. We sat like this until 6:15, when I glanced at my watch.
“Oh, Emily, I’m sorry, I have to go take care of some business.”
“Go ahead, dear. Just make sure we see each other before tomorrow,” she said.
“Of course.” I smiled at her and walked out the door. Jogging back to my room, I jammed the key in the door and practically jumped into the shower. After I was done, I checked the time once more. 6:39. I only had twenty-one minutes to get my make-up on and pick out something to wear. Rifling through my suitcase, I found a pair of jean shorts and a white tanktop. I yanked both of them on, while slicking my hair back into a ponytail at the same time. 6:53. I pulled out my makeup case and hurriedly patted on some concealer and foundation, followed by a little bronzer and a clear lip gloss. After examining myself one more time in the mirror, I smoothed out my shorts, grabbed my debrief packet strictly for appearances, got my key which I had previously left in the lock on the door, and headed towards the other end of the hall.
Well, I was right—Weiss was and had been up to something. When I got there, he and Vaughn were standing at the far end of the room near the window.
“Hey, Weiss,” I said, letting myself in the room.
“Hey, Syd. Wow, you look great,” he said, giving me a gigantic hug.
“Thank you. Listen, can we order some food? I’m starved!” While Weiss and I were talking, I purposefully ignored the sad-looking figure standing alone in a corner.
“Sure! You know what, you get comfortable while I go ring it up. What would you like?”
“Chicken,” I said decisively. I had been craving chicken all day, and now that I was finally going to eat, I felt like eating chicken.
“Alrighty then.” He went off into another room, leaving Vaughn and I alone. When his head finally perked up, we did some staring and glaring before I gave in and looked down at the floor. *Damn it, Bristow,* I thought to myself. *Why do you always have to give in to him?* I decided to break the ice.
“How—how are you?” I choked out, not daring to say more for fear the tears that had been threatening to fall would.
“Good. You?” he said in an equally choked voice.
“Good. Um, Vaughn—” I started, and he looked at me with such hopeful eyes that I forced myself to keep on plowing. “Vaughn, I—I’m, well, you know. I’m sorry,” I said, looking at the ground as the dam that had been building up inside my eyes broke loose. It’s not easy to apologize when you’ve got too much pride.
“Syd, it’s alright. I know what taking Sloane down would mean to you. I just want you to do it safely.” He came over to me and enveloped me in his arms. I cried some more, dropping the debrief packet to the ground. He led me over to the couch, and for the rest of the night we sat and talked, never seeing a sign of Weiss. He may have been a dead man, but he was in my book a really good friend.
*
The next day, Emily and Dixon set out together in a black limousine Sloane had ordered to pick Emily up at the airport (A/N; in this story, she’s still alive and Sloane thinks she’s flown in from Tuscany.) We had intercepted the real limo, however, and had one of the less substantial agents take the limo driver’s place.
“Showtime,” I breathed, sliding on my headset. We had set up in a spare bedroom we had rented strictly for these purposes. There were TV monitors all around, one to two agents watching each. Weiss, Vaughn and I were on comms.
“Alright, we’re here,” Dixon said through his piece.
“Alright, Ranger, you’re clear to go,” I said clearly. Each was wearing a mike, wire and camera, that way we would be able to pick up anything Sloane said or did.
“How are we doing?” I heard Emily’s scared voice say to Dixon.
“Don’t worry. You’re doing great,” he soothed her. In a way, I was happy Dixon was with Emily. He would be able to help her make it through this.
They walked up to the front door after going through a maze of gardens and walls. *Boy, nice security,* I thought to myself dryly. The door opened, and a butler answered.
“Ah, Mrs. Sloane. Mr. Sloane has been expecting you.” Emily and Dixon looked at each other and walked inside. The butler led them to a small office where the little worm was seated behind an Edwardian desk.
“Emily, my love! Welcome to Australia!” He hadn’t noticed Dixon yet. My whole body tensed at the sight of him, but I felt Vaughn’s hand reach for mine under the table, and I relaxed.
“Marcus Dixon. Hm, I had heard you had begun working for the CIA with Sydney. Why would you risk your life to come here?” the little weasel sneered.
“Well, I realized SD-6 was where I belonged. The CIA is too—how shall we say, legal. Besides, I need to get revenge on Sydney for ruining my life.” I flinched. Even though that was part of his cover story, it still stung to hear those words.
“Well, what do you want from me?”
“I want to work for you. I know you’re trying to build your organization, so let me help you. I can get more people from SD-6, people who hate the American government. You could be strong again.” *Wow,* I thought to myself. *Dixon’s a really good actor.*
“Alright. I’ll let you work for me if and only if you can kill Bristow. Both of them.” That was the main objective, and Sloane had taken the bait.
“Done. I’ll send an envoy for my people tomorrow.”
“Until then, Dixon, you’re more than welcome to stay in one of the guest rooms upstairs.”
“Thank you, sir. I’m very much obliged.”
“You’re welcome. Good to see you again, Dixon.”
*
The evil bastard had bought it. Now we had two people inside his organization. The perfect set up.
I know, weird place to stop, but I don't want her narrating bits to sound the same every time!
~me :angel2:
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yay!!! Thanks for writing more!! That was great!! So what is going to happen next.........?
ukaliaschick
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could dixon be so good at acting that what he said was true? it probably sounds as though i am most definately wrong but it just sprung to my head! 
emma
emma
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I’m SO sorry it took me so long to write this part, but I kinda keep forgetting about the rest of my stories in light of Untitled.
Ch. 4
The next few days went by pretty slowly. We weren’t planning on sending anyone else in until we were sure Dixon and Emily had done the first two parts of their jobs right; gain Sloane’s trust and get the cameras and bugs planted in the mansion. The worst part was not being able to shoot the little weasel when I had the chance.
“Dixon, how are things progressing?” he would say occasionally, and I could tell Dixon would jump a foot if Sloane came at him from behind.
“Well. I just need to be undisturbed,” Dixon said with a bit of snippishness.
“Very well, I’ll let you get back to your work.” After Emily had planted a bug in his office, we were able to hear Sloane make a phone call to someone apparently on the premises.
“We are going to need tighter security. No, my wife came back, but she brought someone along. I don’t completely trust him, and I want to make sure he’s not conspiring with the CIA,” he said. There was a short pause, and then he hung up.
“Sh-t, he still doesn’t trust Dixon,” I said, thinking it was under my breath.
“Sydney, don’t worry, Dixon can take care of himself. It’s not as if he hasn’t been in this kind of situation before,” Vaughn said reassuringly.
“I know. I just can’t help thinking about how much danger he’s in. And we’re going to send Will, Weiss and mom in next! I mean, this is going to get more dangerous with every new person that goes in. And god only knows if all of us are going to make it out,” I said, close to tears now. My pity trip went awry, however, when my cell rang.
“Hello?” I said, uncertain of who was calling.
“Is Derevko there?” I heard Dixon’s voice, colder than usual, on the other end. This was the signal he was ready for the next team.
“Where should the e-mail be sent and when should she meet you?” I said, pretending to be a crony.
“To mdixon@creditdauphine.com. Tell her to meet us at the villa with the reporter this evening,” and like that, the line went dead. I could see on the TV screens that Sloane had been in the same room, and once Dixon was done, Sloane spoke up.
“Why exactly should I let Derevko into the fold again? She was nothing but a nuisance the last time we worked together.”
“While you have been in hiding, Miss Derevko has been working on the Rambaldi puzzle. Of course, you’d probably know that if you’d have pulled your head out of the ground once in a while.”
“I’d be careful if I were you, Dixon. You’re here because you promised to take care of the Bristows for me. If I don’t see them dead soon, I won’t hesitate to start the blood bath with you.” He walked out of the room.
“Sydney, tell your mother she’s going in tonight with Tippin and Agent Weiss,” my dad said, handing me a manila envelope. I nodded and walked out of the room. My mother was being kept in the bedroom of the hotel room under lock and key, so I waved my badge at the guard at the door and walked in. She was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, looking down at the flower-patterned coverlet.
“Sydney, how is the mission so far?” she said, looking up upon hearing my entrance.
“Well, actually, it’s time for you to go in. You’ll be going with Agents Tippin and Weiss. You know what you’re supposed to do, but we’ll go over it one more time just to make sure—”
“You better have the agents I’ll be going in with come in as well. I don’t want them left in the dark about this, especially if there has been new intel.” For once, I agreed with her, so I left the room momentarily and looked around for the two men. Weiss and Vaughn were talking in the corner and Will was talking to someone on his cell. I motioned for them both, and they followed me into the bedroom.
“Syd, what’s up?” Will said, looking somewhat confused.
“You three will be going in next. I just need to go over the specs with you three before you go to the villa tonight.” Weiss’ face fell, I can only imagine why, but he quickly replaced his fallen jaw with a stern look.
“Alright, where do we start?” For the next twenty minutes, I went over each detail with them. My mother would be given a set of three fake, exact replicas of Rambaldi artifacts the CIA believed Sloane didn’t even know about. Will was going to offer to be a double at the CIA and divert attention away from the Rambaldi artifacts, and Weiss would be going in as a rogue CIA agent who had latched on to Irina during her “stay” at CIA HQ.
“Everyone clear?” I said, finally looking up at the three faces. They all nodded.
“Good. Then get ready.” I left the room and returned to Vaughn’s side in our makeshift command center.
“You know, Weiss is pretty freaked out about all this. I don’t think he believed he would actually be going in,” I mused, and he looked down at the floor and sighed.
“Well, what I’m dreading is when you go in. After all, most likely you will be beaten and tortured. And most likely, the chance that Sloane will kill you when you come in his sight has been heightened by the fact that Dixon is working towards that, now. But you and I are going in together, right?” he said, a small, hopeful smile spreading across his face.
“I think we are. Why?” I said, the same smile flitting across my face.
“It’ll just be easier to get through this ordeal if we’re together, I think.” That ridiculous smile appeared and he looked down at his feet. My dad had sent a fake email describing to Sloane my mother’s supposed proposition. Sloane had responded, saying that he was interested and that my mother should be at the villa by six o’clock. I returned to watching the screens.
*
By the time six o’clock rolled around, I was starving and tired. However, I didn’t want to miss my mom’s grand entrance, so I stayed glued to my seat. They walked up to the door and rang the bell. Sloane himself answered the door.
“Irina, long time no see. Did you get caught again?” he said with a fake smile on his face.
“No. I just thought I’d lay low a little while. Got the CIA off my back,” she said, returning an equally fake smile.
“Well, come in, come in and tell me all about your new friends.” The email had entailed that she was bringing Will and a rogue CIA agent, which he didn’t seem to find too extraordinarily strange. The group headed into the living room where Emily and Dixon were seated. They all took a seat.
“Will Tippin, right? The one who did the supposed expose on SD-6?” Sloane said with a laugh. Will flinched, but he spoke strongly.
“Yeah. And I’m here to make you an offer. I work in a critical part of the CIA, and I have access to the Rambaldi artifacts and some very important documentation you might be interested in.”
“What kind of documentation?” Sloane said. I could tell his interest was peaked.
“Information about your rivals and the different groups threatening to challenge your power. The equivalent of server 47.” Will’s voice sounded cocky, and I have to admit, he was almost a better actor than I am. Almost.
“Well, I’m definitely interested. We’ll talk more after dinner, though. Come, everyone, into the dining room, please.” He held out his hand to Emily and she took it, smiling up at him. The couple led the way through a pair of solid wooden doors, and that was the last time I ever saw Will Tippin alive.
Hmm, I wonder what happened??? You’ll just have to wait and see!
~me :angel2:
Ch. 4
The next few days went by pretty slowly. We weren’t planning on sending anyone else in until we were sure Dixon and Emily had done the first two parts of their jobs right; gain Sloane’s trust and get the cameras and bugs planted in the mansion. The worst part was not being able to shoot the little weasel when I had the chance.
“Dixon, how are things progressing?” he would say occasionally, and I could tell Dixon would jump a foot if Sloane came at him from behind.
“Well. I just need to be undisturbed,” Dixon said with a bit of snippishness.
“Very well, I’ll let you get back to your work.” After Emily had planted a bug in his office, we were able to hear Sloane make a phone call to someone apparently on the premises.
“We are going to need tighter security. No, my wife came back, but she brought someone along. I don’t completely trust him, and I want to make sure he’s not conspiring with the CIA,” he said. There was a short pause, and then he hung up.
“Sh-t, he still doesn’t trust Dixon,” I said, thinking it was under my breath.
“Sydney, don’t worry, Dixon can take care of himself. It’s not as if he hasn’t been in this kind of situation before,” Vaughn said reassuringly.
“I know. I just can’t help thinking about how much danger he’s in. And we’re going to send Will, Weiss and mom in next! I mean, this is going to get more dangerous with every new person that goes in. And god only knows if all of us are going to make it out,” I said, close to tears now. My pity trip went awry, however, when my cell rang.
“Hello?” I said, uncertain of who was calling.
“Is Derevko there?” I heard Dixon’s voice, colder than usual, on the other end. This was the signal he was ready for the next team.
“Where should the e-mail be sent and when should she meet you?” I said, pretending to be a crony.
“To mdixon@creditdauphine.com. Tell her to meet us at the villa with the reporter this evening,” and like that, the line went dead. I could see on the TV screens that Sloane had been in the same room, and once Dixon was done, Sloane spoke up.
“Why exactly should I let Derevko into the fold again? She was nothing but a nuisance the last time we worked together.”
“While you have been in hiding, Miss Derevko has been working on the Rambaldi puzzle. Of course, you’d probably know that if you’d have pulled your head out of the ground once in a while.”
“I’d be careful if I were you, Dixon. You’re here because you promised to take care of the Bristows for me. If I don’t see them dead soon, I won’t hesitate to start the blood bath with you.” He walked out of the room.
“Sydney, tell your mother she’s going in tonight with Tippin and Agent Weiss,” my dad said, handing me a manila envelope. I nodded and walked out of the room. My mother was being kept in the bedroom of the hotel room under lock and key, so I waved my badge at the guard at the door and walked in. She was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, looking down at the flower-patterned coverlet.
“Sydney, how is the mission so far?” she said, looking up upon hearing my entrance.
“Well, actually, it’s time for you to go in. You’ll be going with Agents Tippin and Weiss. You know what you’re supposed to do, but we’ll go over it one more time just to make sure—”
“You better have the agents I’ll be going in with come in as well. I don’t want them left in the dark about this, especially if there has been new intel.” For once, I agreed with her, so I left the room momentarily and looked around for the two men. Weiss and Vaughn were talking in the corner and Will was talking to someone on his cell. I motioned for them both, and they followed me into the bedroom.
“Syd, what’s up?” Will said, looking somewhat confused.
“You three will be going in next. I just need to go over the specs with you three before you go to the villa tonight.” Weiss’ face fell, I can only imagine why, but he quickly replaced his fallen jaw with a stern look.
“Alright, where do we start?” For the next twenty minutes, I went over each detail with them. My mother would be given a set of three fake, exact replicas of Rambaldi artifacts the CIA believed Sloane didn’t even know about. Will was going to offer to be a double at the CIA and divert attention away from the Rambaldi artifacts, and Weiss would be going in as a rogue CIA agent who had latched on to Irina during her “stay” at CIA HQ.
“Everyone clear?” I said, finally looking up at the three faces. They all nodded.
“Good. Then get ready.” I left the room and returned to Vaughn’s side in our makeshift command center.
“You know, Weiss is pretty freaked out about all this. I don’t think he believed he would actually be going in,” I mused, and he looked down at the floor and sighed.
“Well, what I’m dreading is when you go in. After all, most likely you will be beaten and tortured. And most likely, the chance that Sloane will kill you when you come in his sight has been heightened by the fact that Dixon is working towards that, now. But you and I are going in together, right?” he said, a small, hopeful smile spreading across his face.
“I think we are. Why?” I said, the same smile flitting across my face.
“It’ll just be easier to get through this ordeal if we’re together, I think.” That ridiculous smile appeared and he looked down at his feet. My dad had sent a fake email describing to Sloane my mother’s supposed proposition. Sloane had responded, saying that he was interested and that my mother should be at the villa by six o’clock. I returned to watching the screens.
*
By the time six o’clock rolled around, I was starving and tired. However, I didn’t want to miss my mom’s grand entrance, so I stayed glued to my seat. They walked up to the door and rang the bell. Sloane himself answered the door.
“Irina, long time no see. Did you get caught again?” he said with a fake smile on his face.
“No. I just thought I’d lay low a little while. Got the CIA off my back,” she said, returning an equally fake smile.
“Well, come in, come in and tell me all about your new friends.” The email had entailed that she was bringing Will and a rogue CIA agent, which he didn’t seem to find too extraordinarily strange. The group headed into the living room where Emily and Dixon were seated. They all took a seat.
“Will Tippin, right? The one who did the supposed expose on SD-6?” Sloane said with a laugh. Will flinched, but he spoke strongly.
“Yeah. And I’m here to make you an offer. I work in a critical part of the CIA, and I have access to the Rambaldi artifacts and some very important documentation you might be interested in.”
“What kind of documentation?” Sloane said. I could tell his interest was peaked.
“Information about your rivals and the different groups threatening to challenge your power. The equivalent of server 47.” Will’s voice sounded cocky, and I have to admit, he was almost a better actor than I am. Almost.
“Well, I’m definitely interested. We’ll talk more after dinner, though. Come, everyone, into the dining room, please.” He held out his hand to Emily and she took it, smiling up at him. The couple led the way through a pair of solid wooden doors, and that was the last time I ever saw Will Tippin alive.
Hmm, I wonder what happened??? You’ll just have to wait and see!
~me :angel2:
kleverkitten
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That was good. Wow.... I'm worried for everybody now...
I'm worried for everybody now...aliaschick4mv
Cadet
LOL 47.... I'm gonna scream if I ever hear that number in school. And people will be like "What's wrong with you?" LOL anyway, Nice chapter! I loved it!
Bondgal2007
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WOW! I just spent the last hour reading this! Hey I did a play called And then there was one! LOL
kleverkitten
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I had math homework on pg. 47 for Friday's homework...I totally lost it for a minute or two.aliaschick4mv said:
Wonderful job! I'm always glad to wait for updates, if it means we get a great chapter, which of course we did. However, I'm kind of confused by one thing. How could Vaughn and Syd go from being on really controversial terms to hugging and talking all night? Maybe I forgot something from the earlier chapters, but could you clear that up for me...
aliasgirl89
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That was great wills not my favourite charactere better him then someone like Vaughn
love the story post more soon!
~Ash~
love the story post more soon!
~Ash~
Alias Elle
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Oh, sorry, um, did you read the chap before this one?btvaughn said:
Weiss had them both over for dinner... yeah. And I'm glad you guys like it! Unfortunately, I won't be able to put up a new chap for a while b/c spywolf is going to come after me with a dull machete if I don't get another chap of Untitled up, so, yeah. Okay, off to type...
~Me :angel2:
Alias Elle
Cadet
Ch. um, 6??? I think… yeah, I’m starting to get my chapter numbers mixed up, so pretty soon I’ll probably stop numbering them after while. So, yeah, I’ll stop babbling now.
Ch. 6 (?)
Once the group had gone into the dining room, we lost communication with them. Obviously, Sloane was prepared for us; he just didn’t know it yet. A little while later, the cameras booted up again and we saw Dixon and Weiss retreat into a den near the back of the house.
“Alright, we’ve got to get Flinkman in here. He may be our best chance at catching the Bristows,” Weiss said in an equally cold voice matching Dixon’s earlier tone.
“Why? After all, no need to bring in the babbling idiot,” Dixon retorted. I desperately wanted to believe this was strictly for show, but after seeing Marshall’s hurt look, I realized the show was becoming a reality.
“He’s smart and he can help us lure them here. Anyways, you haven’t been much of a help; you haven’t achieved any of Mr. Sloane’s desired goals!” Weiss snapped.
“I’m just trying to get set up here!”
“Yeah, and look how much you’ve gotten done! You’ve been here, what, four days already and look what you’ve got to show for it!” Weiss said, gesturing his hand around the empty room.
“You’ve got a lot to learn, you CIA scum!” Dixon growled. This had gone far enough, so I decided to step in.
“Gentlemen, that’s enough! Get back to the job and stop screwing around!” I barked into the comm. On the TV screens, I could see they both looked abashed, and rightly so. They were supposed to be doing a job, after all, and not having so much fun pretending to be bad.
“You know what? I don’t have to take this!” Weiss yelled as he stormed out of the room. Minutes later, we saw he had headed towards a large bathroom. He shut the door and locked it, turning on the shower and the sink.
“Sorry, Syd, I guess I got carried away,” he said in a hushed tone.
“Look, just stick close to my mother. Make sure you’re always at her side, otherwise it might give her the opportunity to escape.” I gritted my teeth after finishing. The realization she could escape all over again had just hit me.
“Alright. Is he there?” I assumed he meant Vaughn, so I handed my headset to my other half.
“Hey, buddy, how’s it going?” Vaughn said, trying to sound as cheery as possible.
“Dude, it’s tough in here. Everyone’s so serious, I feel like if I don’t tell a bar joke soon, I’m gonna faint,” he said, forcing a laugh.
“Hey, man, don’t worry. I’m sure everything’s going great. Just stick to the plan and you’ll be out of there in no time,” Vaughn said in an effort to cheer up not only Weiss, but everyone surrounding us.
“Thanks, man. I better get back before they start to suspect,” Weiss said in a disheartened tone. The water turned off, Weiss unlocked the door and stood face to face with Irina.
“Miss Derevko, I was just trying to get away from that annoying twit—” Weiss started to growl, actually sounding more like whining, but my mother held up her hand.
“That’s enough, Weiss. Now, go in there and play nice,” she said, giving him a fake smile and a little push. He stumbled forward and gave her an evil glance before heading into the other room. I still hadn’t seen hide or hair of Will or Emily. Following my mother’s camera, however, a few minutes later Emily was revealed to be in the library supposedly reading a book. What she was actually doing was looking for any clues that might have led to what Sloane was looking for in Australia. I heard my mother’s voice speak up.
“Emily, I just love this house. It’s so picturesque,” my mother said, waving her hand about the room.
“Hmm, yes,” Emily said, not lifting her eyes from the book in her hands. “My husband thinks so too.” Emily had just recently found out my mother was alive, and was angrier than any emotion that could be felt.
“Emily, can’t we just be friends?” my mother said in a fake, sweet voice that made me cringe.
“Of course. But right now I’m very absorbed in the book I’m reading, if you don’t mind,” Emily snapped.
“Oh. Yes, alright,” Irina said, backing out of the room. There was a lull in the house; none of the cameras were very active, although Will’s wasn’t working at all. I was starting to get worried, when a gunshot rang through the house. The living room where my mother and Weiss were talking went dead, and a moment later Sloane walked in wiping his hands off with a cloth, kind of like a kerchief.
“Well, now we have the documents,” he said with an evil smile.
“What did you do?” my mother said, trying to be seductive and yet sounding scared at the same time.
“Got rid of the baggage we didn’t need.”
“Tippin?”
“Hmm. Now the CIA will have one less operative,” he concluded. I had to tear the head set off and back away from the screens before letting the sobs escape. I crumpled to the ground in the doorway to our make shift headquarters and cried. Vaughn tried to comfort me, but it was little help.
“He—he he he wasn’t supposed to die. He wasn’t supp—pposed to b-b-b-be in any danger,” I sobbed, running my hands through my wild hair. “There was no-no no reason why he-he-he had to DIE!” I practically screamed the last word before rolling onto my side and curling up into a ball, continuing to sob. Vaughn just sat next to me, not knowing what else he could do to help.
*
I guess I fell asleep in that position, because some time later I woke up in the bed previously occupied by my mother. That was when I gained an important, devastating piece of knowledge; in my heart, I knew, one by one, they would each be picked off, like the petals of a flower, until there was only one. I knew I couldn’t let that happen.
I've started Ch. 7 (?) but I'm not sure when it will be done. But I didn't feel like doing homework, so, yeah, I wrote a new chap. Okay, I'm done.
~Me :angel2:
Ch. 6 (?)
Once the group had gone into the dining room, we lost communication with them. Obviously, Sloane was prepared for us; he just didn’t know it yet. A little while later, the cameras booted up again and we saw Dixon and Weiss retreat into a den near the back of the house.
“Alright, we’ve got to get Flinkman in here. He may be our best chance at catching the Bristows,” Weiss said in an equally cold voice matching Dixon’s earlier tone.
“Why? After all, no need to bring in the babbling idiot,” Dixon retorted. I desperately wanted to believe this was strictly for show, but after seeing Marshall’s hurt look, I realized the show was becoming a reality.
“He’s smart and he can help us lure them here. Anyways, you haven’t been much of a help; you haven’t achieved any of Mr. Sloane’s desired goals!” Weiss snapped.
“I’m just trying to get set up here!”
“Yeah, and look how much you’ve gotten done! You’ve been here, what, four days already and look what you’ve got to show for it!” Weiss said, gesturing his hand around the empty room.
“You’ve got a lot to learn, you CIA scum!” Dixon growled. This had gone far enough, so I decided to step in.
“Gentlemen, that’s enough! Get back to the job and stop screwing around!” I barked into the comm. On the TV screens, I could see they both looked abashed, and rightly so. They were supposed to be doing a job, after all, and not having so much fun pretending to be bad.
“You know what? I don’t have to take this!” Weiss yelled as he stormed out of the room. Minutes later, we saw he had headed towards a large bathroom. He shut the door and locked it, turning on the shower and the sink.
“Sorry, Syd, I guess I got carried away,” he said in a hushed tone.
“Look, just stick close to my mother. Make sure you’re always at her side, otherwise it might give her the opportunity to escape.” I gritted my teeth after finishing. The realization she could escape all over again had just hit me.
“Alright. Is he there?” I assumed he meant Vaughn, so I handed my headset to my other half.
“Hey, buddy, how’s it going?” Vaughn said, trying to sound as cheery as possible.
“Dude, it’s tough in here. Everyone’s so serious, I feel like if I don’t tell a bar joke soon, I’m gonna faint,” he said, forcing a laugh.
“Hey, man, don’t worry. I’m sure everything’s going great. Just stick to the plan and you’ll be out of there in no time,” Vaughn said in an effort to cheer up not only Weiss, but everyone surrounding us.
“Thanks, man. I better get back before they start to suspect,” Weiss said in a disheartened tone. The water turned off, Weiss unlocked the door and stood face to face with Irina.
“Miss Derevko, I was just trying to get away from that annoying twit—” Weiss started to growl, actually sounding more like whining, but my mother held up her hand.
“That’s enough, Weiss. Now, go in there and play nice,” she said, giving him a fake smile and a little push. He stumbled forward and gave her an evil glance before heading into the other room. I still hadn’t seen hide or hair of Will or Emily. Following my mother’s camera, however, a few minutes later Emily was revealed to be in the library supposedly reading a book. What she was actually doing was looking for any clues that might have led to what Sloane was looking for in Australia. I heard my mother’s voice speak up.
“Emily, I just love this house. It’s so picturesque,” my mother said, waving her hand about the room.
“Hmm, yes,” Emily said, not lifting her eyes from the book in her hands. “My husband thinks so too.” Emily had just recently found out my mother was alive, and was angrier than any emotion that could be felt.
“Emily, can’t we just be friends?” my mother said in a fake, sweet voice that made me cringe.
“Of course. But right now I’m very absorbed in the book I’m reading, if you don’t mind,” Emily snapped.
“Oh. Yes, alright,” Irina said, backing out of the room. There was a lull in the house; none of the cameras were very active, although Will’s wasn’t working at all. I was starting to get worried, when a gunshot rang through the house. The living room where my mother and Weiss were talking went dead, and a moment later Sloane walked in wiping his hands off with a cloth, kind of like a kerchief.
“Well, now we have the documents,” he said with an evil smile.
“What did you do?” my mother said, trying to be seductive and yet sounding scared at the same time.
“Got rid of the baggage we didn’t need.”
“Tippin?”
“Hmm. Now the CIA will have one less operative,” he concluded. I had to tear the head set off and back away from the screens before letting the sobs escape. I crumpled to the ground in the doorway to our make shift headquarters and cried. Vaughn tried to comfort me, but it was little help.
“He—he he he wasn’t supposed to die. He wasn’t supp—pposed to b-b-b-be in any danger,” I sobbed, running my hands through my wild hair. “There was no-no no reason why he-he-he had to DIE!” I practically screamed the last word before rolling onto my side and curling up into a ball, continuing to sob. Vaughn just sat next to me, not knowing what else he could do to help.
*
I guess I fell asleep in that position, because some time later I woke up in the bed previously occupied by my mother. That was when I gained an important, devastating piece of knowledge; in my heart, I knew, one by one, they would each be picked off, like the petals of a flower, until there was only one. I knew I couldn’t let that happen.
I've started Ch. 7 (?) but I'm not sure when it will be done. But I didn't feel like doing homework, so, yeah, I wrote a new chap. Okay, I'm done.
~Me :angel2: