Title: Camp Liberty
Author: me.
Rating: Nothing more than PG-13.
Beta: penny
Timeline: Sometime after Phase One. Except Sydney and Vaughn never kissed and aren‘t dating. And Francie isn’t dead and hasn’t been doubled.
Summary: Sydney and Vaughn are sent on an odd mission... To summer camp! They have to find three uprising terrorists who are disguised as employees in the camp, and also find information on a weapon that’s somewhere in the camp. And yes, this story has a plot! :lol:
Oh...
and if you already read this at SD-1, please stick to that PM list, because its insanely confusing to switch back and forth, adding people to this list from the last... :blink: yadda yadda... :lol: Um... please read, I guess? I just wanted to see how it would do here. Chapter One
Across the LA Branch of the CIA, midst the crowds of groaning people, there was paperwork, bottles of Tylenol, unmet deadlines, and many angry looking people. To the agents that worked there it was just another fun day at the office.
Sydney sat at her desk quietly, with her head tilted sideways. One eye was slightly squinted shut, and the tip of her tongue was sticking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. To anyone, it would look like she was hard at work. But, if someone were to look closer they would see that the paperwork she was supposed to be doing was carelessly thrown around on her desk, and she was doodling on a pad of paper.
She stopped and looked up to see if anyone was watching her, then put her head back down and continued to “work”. She heaved a sigh and glanced at her watch. Three more hours... She didn’t see what was so fun about working at the CIA. In her opinion, the only fun about it was seeing the odd gadgets that Marshall made for their missions.
Why couldn’t I have been a teacher like I wanted to be? Sydney thought to herself. Maybe then these stacks of paper wouldn’t be sitting here…
Sydney thought for a moment longer, then came to the conclusion that even if she was a teacher she’d still have stacks of papers on her desk. But that point still didn’t take away the fact that she’d rather be talking to a wall than working on the mounds of paperwork she had before her.
She gazed across the rotunda, staring at the many people walk by her. She wished she would have left the CIA when she had had the chance. She sighed, her eyes falling upon Vaughn. He looked like he was trying to explain something to a junior agent. He was holding a folder in front of him, pointing at it. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration and the many wrinkles on his forehead were in full effect. His lips were pursed, and she could tell that he was trying to keep his rising anger inside. Evidently he was trying to deal with a very stupid junior agent.
Vaughn wasn’t any different than any other man she had talked to recently, other than the disgusting ones she had to handle during missions. Vaughn was kind to her, said ‘good luck’ before she left, and gave her an occasional hug. She didn’t know what it was, but something lured her to him.
She wasn’t one to act on her instinctive feelings, and she kept trying to tell herself that he didn’t care for him more than the CIA would allow, but somehow her emotions wouldn’t listen to her brain.
When she first met him, she hated him. His personality was sickening. He always wanted to ‘win’ their little squabbles, which he usually ended up winning anyway. It was new for her since she was always used to getting her way. Most people just sided with her just to make her shut up, and she had gotten quite comfortable with it.
It didn’t take her long to realize that she was actually attracted to the men who liked to “take charge” of situations.
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Sydney continued to doodle on a pad of paper, not really paying any attention to her surroundings. She was humming a little tune to herself, when she felt the funny sensation that she was being watched. She quickly spun around in her chair and nearly knocked Vaughn off of his feet.
Vaughn hid his embarrassment and cleared his throat.
“What were you doing?“ she asked with a laugh.
“Watching to see how long it’d take you to notice me standing behind you.“ he snickered.
After she smiled and nodded, he grinned and straightened his tie nervously. She looked at him expectantly, as if to ask if there was another reason he was there. “There’s some important meeting we have to go to in five minutes.” he said, throwing in a little wiggle of the eyebrows and a knee-weakening grin. She knew he wasn’t entirely serious, because he made quotation marks with his fingers as he said “important”. Sydney just nodded and smiled. Vaughn nodded, and then began to walk away.
Once he was out of her sight she got up and sighed. She thought of the way he had smiled at her, and she nearly turned into a puddle of Sydney right then and there, until Weiss pretended to bump her with his elbow, knocking her out of La-La Land.
“Day dreaming about Vaughn again, eh?” he chuckled.
“What? No.” She quickly muttered, patches of red suddenly turning up in her cheeks.
Weiss gave her a friendly pat on the back. “I was only joking, Syd,” he said, and then walked on.
Sydney stood in the center of the rotunda dumbfounded. She knew Weiss was not “just joking” because she happened to know Weiss better than he thought she did. Then she also realized that Weiss knowing any secret, was probably the worst thing that could ever happen to a person. Weiss’s mouth was like a pocket with a hole torn in it.
Only God knows why he’s working for a spy agency… She scoffed to herself, then went on her way to the meeting room. When she opened the door she was faced with a room full of eager, young looking trainees. They all had apprehensive looks on their faces as if they were expecting some spectacular event to take place.
Giving them a weak smile, Sydney whisked past them and took a seat by Vaughn. Once she plopped down in the leather chair, she took the manila folder from in front of her and opened it up.
One page had a ‘fact sheet’ type thing, and then the next one had some names on it. She didn’t quite understand it at first, so she pretended to look fascinated as she read through the documents. After a few moments she looked up to see if anyone was watching her.
Luckily, only a couple of trainees were looking at her, and the rest were staring at Kendall in expectance. She had to hold back a snort of laughter when she saw them all looking so excited. It almost made her want to scream at them for wanting to work at the CIA.
She thought of it as a continuous game of “cat and mouse”. Because all they would do was chase a terrorist, catch a terrorist, then have them escape with some valuable information.
Don’t forget the meetings… She reminded herself. The meetings were possibly the most boring event at the CIA that they would have to experience. And they only happened six times a week… She really didn’t know how the trainees made it look so exciting.
Just wait two more hours, then you’ll see… She thought to herself.
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“Agent Bristow,” Kendall greeted Sydney, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “How nice of you to join us.”
At first, she was prompted to think he had some evil mission planned for her, but she decided not to jump to conclusions just yet.
“As you may have noticed on this list,” Kendall said, holding up a list of names. “There are three names highlighted; Miranda Peterson, Dominique Vinci, and Alexander Hunt. They are possible threats to the CIA.”
Kendall glanced around the room, making sure that everyone was awake and paying close attention. He pressed a small button, and the face of a young man flashed up on the wall. “This man is...or was, Scott Miller.” he said, “He worked at the summer camp, Camp Liberty.
“He contacted the CIA two weeks ago, offering some information about an uprising group of terrorists. He said he was ‘one’ of them. When I met with him, he told me that all of the terrorists worked at Camp Liberty, and they were hiding a weapon somewhere within the camp’s proximity.
“He was young and inexperienced...” Kendall sighed, “He told us that his cover would be blown if he stayed here any longer, so we were forced to let him leave. But before he did, he told me to have an agent meet with him at a downtown café at a certain time so he could tell us more.
“A couple of days ago we assigned one of our agents to meet with him. He was followed... and not long after our agent was identified as CIA, Miller was shot and killed by a sniper.
“With his dying breath, Miller told us some very valuable information about the camp, including the three agents’ real names.
“Sydney, Vaughn, your job is to find Peterson, Vinci, and Hunt’s aliases within the camp, what organization they are working for, and what the weapon is, and what it’s going to be used for. And, if possible, I want the weapon itself.”
“How do we approach this?” Sydney asked. It’s not as if I can pull off being a thirteen year old.
“Actually, you and Agent Vaughn will both apply for the position of camp counselors.” he said with a slight smile.
Oh no, Sydney groaned to herself. Sydney didn’t want to act childish, but he had to be kidding her.
“But Sir, that’s the whole entire summer.” Vaughn cut in.
“--Or until the two of you find information on Peterson, Vinci, and Hunt.” Kendall corrected him. “And yes, I have gone over the possibility of it taking more than just a couple of weeks. I understand that when you’re there, you are actually counselors. You will have to act mature,” he eyed Vaughn and Sydney for a moment. “And you will have to be a role model - all while on the job.
“When your campers are sent to sleep, you two will sneak out and meet somewhere secluded. You will need to plan what to do each day. If I were you, start researching the employees that have been there for about two or three years, and probably the ‘higher ups’ of the camp group.
“You need to get close to them. Make friends, then research them. Go through their belongings when they’re busy elsewhere, go through their private computers...look for anything suspicious... And when you do, contact us. Obviously, you cannot call the CIA, so you will need to use some of the gadgets Marshall has made. He will give and explain to you the devices needed while you’re on the mission.”
No duh... Sydney scoffed. I know how to do my job...
“And, one last thing...” Kendall added. “You two will need to be insanely careful about what you say and where you say it. They will most likely be expecting an agent within the camp, and if you reveal your cover, you will be putting the lives of children in trouble.”
Sydney sighed. How do they know I don’t hate kids? Of course, Sydney was only being facetious and she did love kids. She just wasn’t very intent on giving up her entire summer. She decided she just needed a little bit of time to think about it.
She glanced over at Vaughn. He was nodding his head as if he was looking forward to the mission. Sydney looked at Kendall with a horrified expression, clearly letting him know her feelings about her whole summer going… bye bye.
“If the two of you aren’t willing to do this mission, we can get someone else to do it.” Kendall said with a sneer.
“No, we’ll do it,” Vaughn said, looking from Sydney to Kendall.
Kendall smiled in triumph, then dismissed them all.
I guess my mind has been made up for me… Sydney groaned. I had better be getting paid a lot for this...
