here's a little snippet, seeing as how I don't have much time to type right now. I'll be sure to post the rest of this chapter later on. Thanks for all your patience everyone!
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Sydney glanced around at Vaughn, who was on her left, and noticed he was glaring at the mass of black before them. To her right, Weiss was staring, his mouth partially agape, back at her.
"Did you say Sloane?" he whispered at her.
"Yeah," she sighed back, "that was his voice." Sydney let her head fall back against the cockpit door. She had no idea how they were going to get out of this one.
Suddenly, the cockpit door pulled open, and before Sydney had a chance to catch her balance, she was sent toppling to the floor. She hit her head, hard, and the wind was knocked out of her. Vaughn reached to help her, but was met with a gun to the forehead. He stopped, and stared up at the perpetrator in disbelief.
"Stay where you are," came a crisp British accent.
"Sark?" Vaughn nearly whispered, almost in awe.
"In the flesh," he replied curtly.
"But...how-" added Weiss, almost as awestruck as Vaughn, considering he had never known about Matthew.
"All answers in good time, Agent Weiss," he said, grinning when Weiss jumped slightly at hearing his name.
"How the hell do you know his-" started Vaughn, but Sloane interjected, pushing a few buttons on the panel before him, presumably autopilot, and stood.
"Agent Vaughn, I presume?" he asked, though it seemed he fully knew the answer. Sydney sat up, her head reeling.
What the hell was going on here?
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okay, this probably makes you have even more questions everyone, but I assure, answers in good time.
Rach