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<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>Chapter One**** let me know what you think, please. LOL! If you like it I'll write more. Luv Ya! ~GC
This is kinda a AU Romance/Humor. Hope ya like it!
PS LOL!
Everything will explain itself with time.... awww. Suspense. jkjk!</span>
She stepped off the elevator and into the semi-crowded club. It was evident by everything from the cocky click of the woman's Prada heels to the bounce of her long, fluffy blonde locks that this was no longer Sydney Bristow. Her cover was as Claire Worthington, daughter of a wealthy Californian cattle rancher, in Europe on a modeling tour. Nope. This woman definitely wasn't Sydney!
She was there tailing Hugo Randolf, Ex KGB leader and right hand man to her mother, gaining whatever information she could on the whereabouts of his newest Rambaldi artifact. Inwardly she sighed. How much more of this stupid Rambaldi dude's felgercarb was she going to have to risk her neck for.
Her mission was to get Hugo alone, and get the information from him.
Looking around the room, she didn't spot him anywhere. She glanced at her diamond encrusted watch, and saw it was only 8. She was an hour early.
She headed for the bar. The heels she was wearing were already killing her feet and she needed any excuse to sit down. She sat down, quickly debating in her head what a model would drink at a bar. Deciding, she ordered a strawberry daiquiri. It sounded like something a model would drink, and sounded good to her.
Nodding her thanks to the bar tender she took the drink and turned in her stool to survey the room.
Her eyes landed on a man leaning up against the wall, reading a paper. Moving along, her eyes traveled across the length of the floor. There was a fire escape out of the third window. Might be good for escaping. Despite her thoughts of you're on a mission her eyes trailed back over to the man in the corner. She couldn't help but think how cute he was.
She giggled to herself, realizing she had been caught staring at him.
He smiled, moving the newspaper out of the way, revealing the most gorgeous face Sydney had seen in a long time.
She turned in her stool, hoping to stifle the smile creeping up her face. A couple seconds later she heard someone sit down in the seat next to her. She shook her head as the man ordered a beer from the bartender.
His accent was American, she thought with happiness. She slowly, hoping to be discreet, turned in her seat.
"Hi there." the man said, turning his head to face her.
She flashed him a smile, replying, "Hi."
They both sat there for a minute, eyes locked. Both were slightly shocked at the chemistry that was already flowing between the two of them.
He finally broke the silence. Extending his hand with a friendly smile he said, "Michael Vaughn... you are?"
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<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>What do you think? More soon if you like it! K. Well let me know. Love ya! ~G</span>
This is kinda a AU Romance/Humor. Hope ya like it!
PS LOL!
Everything will explain itself with time.... awww. Suspense. jkjk!</span>She stepped off the elevator and into the semi-crowded club. It was evident by everything from the cocky click of the woman's Prada heels to the bounce of her long, fluffy blonde locks that this was no longer Sydney Bristow. Her cover was as Claire Worthington, daughter of a wealthy Californian cattle rancher, in Europe on a modeling tour. Nope. This woman definitely wasn't Sydney!
She was there tailing Hugo Randolf, Ex KGB leader and right hand man to her mother, gaining whatever information she could on the whereabouts of his newest Rambaldi artifact. Inwardly she sighed. How much more of this stupid Rambaldi dude's felgercarb was she going to have to risk her neck for.
Her mission was to get Hugo alone, and get the information from him.
Looking around the room, she didn't spot him anywhere. She glanced at her diamond encrusted watch, and saw it was only 8. She was an hour early.
She headed for the bar. The heels she was wearing were already killing her feet and she needed any excuse to sit down. She sat down, quickly debating in her head what a model would drink at a bar. Deciding, she ordered a strawberry daiquiri. It sounded like something a model would drink, and sounded good to her.
Nodding her thanks to the bar tender she took the drink and turned in her stool to survey the room.
Her eyes landed on a man leaning up against the wall, reading a paper. Moving along, her eyes traveled across the length of the floor. There was a fire escape out of the third window. Might be good for escaping. Despite her thoughts of you're on a mission her eyes trailed back over to the man in the corner. She couldn't help but think how cute he was.
She giggled to herself, realizing she had been caught staring at him.
He smiled, moving the newspaper out of the way, revealing the most gorgeous face Sydney had seen in a long time.
She turned in her stool, hoping to stifle the smile creeping up her face. A couple seconds later she heard someone sit down in the seat next to her. She shook her head as the man ordered a beer from the bartender.
His accent was American, she thought with happiness. She slowly, hoping to be discreet, turned in her seat.
"Hi there." the man said, turning his head to face her.
She flashed him a smile, replying, "Hi."
They both sat there for a minute, eyes locked. Both were slightly shocked at the chemistry that was already flowing between the two of them.
He finally broke the silence. Extending his hand with a friendly smile he said, "Michael Vaughn... you are?"
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<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>What do you think? More soon if you like it! K. Well let me know. Love ya! ~G</span>
