SD-6 HQ
Sloane was sitting at his desk waiting for Sydney and Jack to come back home from their mission when he got a call.
“Sloane here,” he said into the receiver.
“Ah, yes, hello Arvin,” replied the person.
“Hello, Mr. Napolitano. How are you doing?”
“I’m well. Are we speaking on a secure line?”
“Always. What news do you have for me today?”
“We have received a shipment of hydrogen cyanide and one Rambaldi firebomb device. We are putting them in a secret location. We will begin building eleven more duplicates of the firebomb device. Was the fake hydrogen cyanide taken and brought back to you?”
“Yes, our plan is working, Constantinov is off the list, he can’t harm us now. We will move on to phase two.”
MOSC[O]W
“Dad, it’s 1:30pm, we better hurry if we wanna meet up with our extraction team.”
“I know, let’s get this done and get the hell out of here. I’m sick of being here.”
“Me too, Dad.”
Constantinov was still out, but he was showing signs of waking up. They had tied him as tight as they could and rigged him with the fake blood. Jack was almost finished setting up the video camera and Sydney was finished rigging her gun. Constantinov had woken up.
“Huh? Wha…what the hell have you done to me?!”
“We’ve tied you up so you can’t escape and we’re going to ‘kill’ you,” Jack said bitterly.
“Kill me?”
“Yes, don’t you understand what that means? Come on, you’re smarter than that,” Sydney replied.
“Can I tell you something?” asked Constantinov.
“What could you possibly have to tell us?” questioned Jack.
“S…Sloane knows that you two are double agents.”
“WHAT?! How do you know this?” asked an angered Sydney.
“Oh, you know, we talk and talk and I believe him and he believes me. Do whatever you want to me, I’m done.”
“Shut up!” Sydney replied angrily and wished there was live ammunition inside her gun.
“Sydney calm down,” Jack said calmly.
“How can I calm down?”
“Because all we have to do is act like he doesn’t suspect us. Just be normal. I believe that we will take down the Alliance soon.”
“Easier said than done on both accounts,” Sydney retorted.
“Trust me. Well, let’s finish him now.”
Sydney stood twenty feet from Constantinov and Jack turned on the camera. Sydney steadied her gun and was ready. Jack gave the ok and fired right at his chest. It was finished.
Constantinov had been “killed” and the pill they made him swallow was working perfectly. They checked his heartbeat with the camera still rolling and there was no heartbeat. They put his body in a body bag and closed it up and took it out with them and Jack turned the camera off. Constantinov was now going to be turned over to the CIA for terrorism ties interrogations and Sloane would find out he was “dead.”
“Let’s go,” Jack said.
“Right on time.”
Their extraction team had taken control of the building and secured it, which enabled Sydney and Jack to walk out the front door to the helicopter. They were on their way home, but were suspicious of what Sloane knows about them and what he was really up to.
N[A]SHVILLE
“Amanda, you ready for your big night?” asked her cheerleader friend Marie.
“Yes, I think that I am almost ready,” Amanda responded.
Amanda was putting on her makeup, like she needed any of it, and she put her hair back in a ponytail. She decided to wear her white rodeo t-shirt that showed a bit of her midriff when she put her arms up and her deep blue jeans and regular tennis shoes completed her clothing ensemble.
“Oh, Brian’s gonna flip over you. You look gorgeous Amanda,” said Marie with a smile.
“I know, but I’m so nervous though.”
“Hey, don’t worry, I’m sure he’s nervous, too.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“Well, anyway, have a good time and just be yourself,” Marie said as they were walking toward the door.
“I will. See you later.”
Once Amanda had walked out the door and down the driveway, Brian had pulled up to her in his flamed out Chevrolet Monte Carlo. Brian was wearing a black and white golf shirt, very clean-shaven face and he also was wearing deep blue jeans and tennis shoes.
“Hello, Miss Amanda,” Brian said smiling as he got outta the car to open her door.
“Hello, Mister Brian,” Amanda quipped back at him with a smile.
“How do you like my car?”
“I love it, I love the flames that you have it decked out in.”
“Thanks. Gosh, I’m so nervous right now, I mean you’re right here in my car and we’re going out on a date.”
“Don’t you worry, you’re not the only one nervous. Let’s just go and have a good time.”
“I know that’ll be easy with you.”
Brian had brought along his cell phone, but respectively he turned it off. He had no idea that Vaughn was calling him with some important intel and a warning for him.
“Why isn’t Brian answering his phone?” Vaughn said angrily.
“Probably because he’s busy with his girl. You’d do the same thing if it was you and Sydney,” quipped Weiss.
“Well, I just can’t fly out there to Nashville and tell him, so I’ll keep trying.”
“Good idea, chief,” snickered Weiss as he walked away.
Vaughn whispered to himself, “I hope Brian’s on a close watch because something bad could happen if he doesn’t.”
Sloane was sitting at his desk waiting for Sydney and Jack to come back home from their mission when he got a call.
“Sloane here,” he said into the receiver.
“Ah, yes, hello Arvin,” replied the person.
“Hello, Mr. Napolitano. How are you doing?”
“I’m well. Are we speaking on a secure line?”
“Always. What news do you have for me today?”
“We have received a shipment of hydrogen cyanide and one Rambaldi firebomb device. We are putting them in a secret location. We will begin building eleven more duplicates of the firebomb device. Was the fake hydrogen cyanide taken and brought back to you?”
“Yes, our plan is working, Constantinov is off the list, he can’t harm us now. We will move on to phase two.”
MOSC[O]W
“Dad, it’s 1:30pm, we better hurry if we wanna meet up with our extraction team.”
“I know, let’s get this done and get the hell out of here. I’m sick of being here.”
“Me too, Dad.”
Constantinov was still out, but he was showing signs of waking up. They had tied him as tight as they could and rigged him with the fake blood. Jack was almost finished setting up the video camera and Sydney was finished rigging her gun. Constantinov had woken up.
“Huh? Wha…what the hell have you done to me?!”
“We’ve tied you up so you can’t escape and we’re going to ‘kill’ you,” Jack said bitterly.
“Kill me?”
“Yes, don’t you understand what that means? Come on, you’re smarter than that,” Sydney replied.
“Can I tell you something?” asked Constantinov.
“What could you possibly have to tell us?” questioned Jack.
“S…Sloane knows that you two are double agents.”
“WHAT?! How do you know this?” asked an angered Sydney.
“Oh, you know, we talk and talk and I believe him and he believes me. Do whatever you want to me, I’m done.”
“Shut up!” Sydney replied angrily and wished there was live ammunition inside her gun.
“Sydney calm down,” Jack said calmly.
“How can I calm down?”
“Because all we have to do is act like he doesn’t suspect us. Just be normal. I believe that we will take down the Alliance soon.”
“Easier said than done on both accounts,” Sydney retorted.
“Trust me. Well, let’s finish him now.”
Sydney stood twenty feet from Constantinov and Jack turned on the camera. Sydney steadied her gun and was ready. Jack gave the ok and fired right at his chest. It was finished.
Constantinov had been “killed” and the pill they made him swallow was working perfectly. They checked his heartbeat with the camera still rolling and there was no heartbeat. They put his body in a body bag and closed it up and took it out with them and Jack turned the camera off. Constantinov was now going to be turned over to the CIA for terrorism ties interrogations and Sloane would find out he was “dead.”
“Let’s go,” Jack said.
“Right on time.”
Their extraction team had taken control of the building and secured it, which enabled Sydney and Jack to walk out the front door to the helicopter. They were on their way home, but were suspicious of what Sloane knows about them and what he was really up to.
N[A]SHVILLE
“Amanda, you ready for your big night?” asked her cheerleader friend Marie.
“Yes, I think that I am almost ready,” Amanda responded.
Amanda was putting on her makeup, like she needed any of it, and she put her hair back in a ponytail. She decided to wear her white rodeo t-shirt that showed a bit of her midriff when she put her arms up and her deep blue jeans and regular tennis shoes completed her clothing ensemble.
“Oh, Brian’s gonna flip over you. You look gorgeous Amanda,” said Marie with a smile.
“I know, but I’m so nervous though.”
“Hey, don’t worry, I’m sure he’s nervous, too.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“Well, anyway, have a good time and just be yourself,” Marie said as they were walking toward the door.
“I will. See you later.”
Once Amanda had walked out the door and down the driveway, Brian had pulled up to her in his flamed out Chevrolet Monte Carlo. Brian was wearing a black and white golf shirt, very clean-shaven face and he also was wearing deep blue jeans and tennis shoes.
“Hello, Miss Amanda,” Brian said smiling as he got outta the car to open her door.
“Hello, Mister Brian,” Amanda quipped back at him with a smile.
“How do you like my car?”
“I love it, I love the flames that you have it decked out in.”
“Thanks. Gosh, I’m so nervous right now, I mean you’re right here in my car and we’re going out on a date.”
“Don’t you worry, you’re not the only one nervous. Let’s just go and have a good time.”
“I know that’ll be easy with you.”
Brian had brought along his cell phone, but respectively he turned it off. He had no idea that Vaughn was calling him with some important intel and a warning for him.
“Why isn’t Brian answering his phone?” Vaughn said angrily.
“Probably because he’s busy with his girl. You’d do the same thing if it was you and Sydney,” quipped Weiss.
“Well, I just can’t fly out there to Nashville and tell him, so I’ll keep trying.”
“Good idea, chief,” snickered Weiss as he walked away.
Vaughn whispered to himself, “I hope Brian’s on a close watch because something bad could happen if he doesn’t.”