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Chapter nine
“Sydney, Sydney…” Sydney herd a familiar voice whispering in her ear, suddenly, she Realized who it was, her eyes shot open.
“Dad!”
“Oh, nice to see your awake!” Jack said as he straitened his back when Sydney’s head shot up, brushing passed his brow.
“What were you talking about?” Sydney asked, her eyes narrowing on her father.
“What? Oh, I was… um…. talking to my self.” Jack had always been the straightest agent in the CIA. He wouldn’t loose his cool no matter what. But when it came to his daughter, Jack was never prepared, she was his only weakness.
“Right.” Sydney said as she sarcastically nodded her head. “Jack Bristow has never and will never talk to himself.”
“Is that so?” Jack said, raising and eyebrow.
“Yes it is.”
“Fine, I guess I can’t hide anything from you. I was just trying to figure out how you got yourself shot in the stomach? I thought you had retired from the life of an agent.”
“I did, long story.” Sydney sighed then quickly sat up in her hospital bed.
“What?” said Jack instinctively.
“Vaughn…” she trailed off. “I have to go.” Sydney tried to get out of the bed but Jack got in her way.
“You’re not going any where until the doctor says you can leave and I expect that, that won’t be until a couple of days.”
“Dad, listen, I have to go! Just please, I have to go! Let me go!”
“I can’t, I’m sorry. If it was under any other circumstances, I would, but not now.”
“But-” Sydney started to ague but what her dad said lingered in her mind, “what circumstance?”
“Sydney, you’re pregnant.”
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(With Vaughn)
I can’t believe Lennox is dead…. I just can’t be real. I wish this was a dream, but it hurts too much to be a dream. Vaughn thought just before Francie took an other light swipe at his hand with the dagger, he cringed in pain.
“Francie, that’s enough.” said Lennox, who was sitting cross legged on a chair at the other side of the room. Francie gave a snort of irritation then backed a way taking a cloth out of her pocket and wiping Vaughn’s blood from her dagger. Vaughn rolled his eyes in relief and exhaled very hard as if trying to get all the pain to go with his breath.
Vaughn looked at his all-to-familiar surroundings for the hundredth time. The gray cement floor and walls, the white ceiling from witch hung four buzzing light fixtures. His eyes traveled around the room to the people inside it, Francie, once again fingering her reflective dagger. Lennox who was glancing around the room. His eyes lingering on the door for a few seconds before moving them to his victims, then to Francie. Then Vaughn looked to his right where sat, securely tied to his chair, a young, skinny man with sandy brown hair and a look of terror and disgust on his face. Since he was too bored to even realize exactly what he was doing, Vaughn opened his mouth to say something to Lennox, then decided agents it. Instead, he turned to the man on his right.
“So, what’s your name.” he said with a friendly smile. Vaughn didn’t have duck tape over his mouth, they had decided agents it so that they could hear him scream, and they believed that if Sydney was out there, she would be automatically drawn to the sound of Vaughn screaming. Although he was tied to a chair. The other man, on the other hand, did have duck tape plastered to his mouth but when Lennox herded what Vaughn had said, he walked over and ripped the duck tape off.
“Tell him.” Lennox commanded. The man gave him a foul look but turned to Vaughn, “my name is Will Tippin.”
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