Hello, this is my first fanfic. Sorry if it seems a little long, but I have kind of a problem with that...when I write, I write a lot. I think it all worked out pretty well though, so in my oppinion it's pretty good. If your going to read it please respond. I'd like to have some feedback.
1.Capture
“Well, Ms. Bristow? How are you?” Sydney’s captor asked in a sly voice.
“Shut up.” Syd replied simply.
“Hm, too bad your CIA team couldn’t keep up that act with SD-6 agents a little
longer. We’ve got you, and your father’s on the way.”
Yesterday Sydney Bristow was a sucessful spy for the U.S. government, but early
this morning she had been aggressed upon by Mark Garner, a man who claimed to
be working for The Alliance directly. As soon as he had found her he barred her
movement and, as most of her past captors have done, bombbarded her with
question after question about who she worked for. She hadn’t said a word about
the CIA, and only spoke of her life of work for a bank, but he did not beleive a word
that came out of her mouth. Now she was tied up in the back of a large sports
utility vehicle, and still he was asking questions and denying answers, even as he
drove down the long roads ahead.
“Here we are,” he said as he pulled to a stop in front of a large, bland-looking
building. On the front of it there was a large sign that read ‘Office and planning’,
but she knew that it was most likely only there to throw people off.
“The only thing on the menu today is talk, or, if you prefer, we can just wait and see
how the CIA reacts to your disappearance, I’m sure that they would notice if
someone like you went missing.”
She said nothing, knowing that to deny him would be to admit where she worked.
He looked at her carefully. “Gosh, you ARE pretty good at keeping things to
yourself, aren’t you!”
“I-” She stopped, she was going to say that she was a top agent, and thus was more
careful than the average person would be, but she soon realized the risk, “-don’t
think so, the bank is a very simple place to work.”
“Ooooh, that was close, wasn’t it? Shame your trying so hard, but that won’t last
long.” He opened the door and stepped out, then he grabbed her in his arms and
carried her inside. “Hey, Joey, over here!”
“Who are you?!” A man stepped out with a gun, and Mark dropped Sydney in
order to hold up his hands.
“Hey, who...uh.” Sydney muttered, fitting into the civilian act all too well. A real
banker who had never been in this situation before would have a lot less chance of
acting cool. “Hey...”
“Shut up, ma’am!” Mark growled.
“Oh...Mark, sorry. I thought you were...you know, police or something.”
“Your paranoid.”
“Aren’t you?! God, look what we do for a living!” The man said, then he looked
down at Sydney. “Who’s this?”
“My name is Sydney Bristow, I’m a banker!” Sydney attempted to etch her voice
with fear, and in her oppinion she did a good job.
“A banker? What do you want with her, Mark?”
“Oh, God, you’re so gullible, Garrison, this is SYDNEY BRISTOW. The agent.”
“Syd - oh.” He turned around and walked back to a cell in the back. “Put her in
here.”
She was carried into a small room with a set of bars in the middle. It looked
awefully old-fashioned for the Alliance. A young man stood in the corner, he was
playing softly on an electric guitar and looked up when she was brought in, but did
not stop playing. “Hello.”
“Rick...don’t go flirting with the prisinors.”
“Hey!” He frowned playfully. “That’s an insult!”
“Glad you could figure that out, kid.”
They opened the bars and shut her in without removing the ropes on her arms and
legs. “We’ll let you think about what you’d like to say for a while, but when we
come back you’re going to have to tell us something, alright lady? Otherwise it gets
a little rough.” The man, Garrison, explained, then he walked out.
“Hello.” The young man spoke, “My name is Donovin, you can call me Don if you
want to call me anything.” He pulled off his guitar and set it on the floor. “By the
way, I DO NOT flirt with prisinors.”
“Uh...right.” Sydney studied her suroundings, the walls were cement, so she
couldn’t do anything there, and the bars looked like they were made of steel or some
such material. She decided to keep up her innocent as long as it made sense to do
so. “Can you help me? Can you tell me what I’m doing here? Who are you? What
do you want?”
“Wow, that’s a lot of questions, ma’am.” He muttered.
“Hey, Vinny, take this.” Garrison returned, holding a long fire-arm that appeared
to be home-made. “I want you to gaurd this cell with your life, that lady there is an
enemy to the United States of America and you’ll do well not to let her influence
you. If anyone you don’t know comes in here unescorted you’ll kill them, and if she
does anything on her own you’ll show no mercy then, either. Don’t listen to
anything she says, she’s an agent for the enemy and I’d bet my life to say that she’ll
throw out any lie she can come up with to get out of our grasp.”
Donovin, with a rather surprised look, took the gun and turned to Sydney.
Garrison left, and then then Donovin smiled nervously. He held the gun as if he
were going to fire even if he was not provoked directly. “Are you a terrorist or
something?”
“Terrorist?! I already told your freinds, I’m a banker!”
“Sure, sure, you’re a banker.” He looked at the gun. “I don’t think they would
take a banker this seriously.”
Sydney kept silent, then looked at the guitar. He must be new to the business, he
must not really know what he’s doing. He reminded her of the SD-6 arrangment
when she had been put under the impression that SD-6 was a branch from the CIA,
that it was FOR the United States, but in truth it was AGAINST it.
“Well...” He put down the gun and picked up his guitar, then, turning on his
amplifier, he continued a tune similar to the one that he had played when she had
been brought in. Eventually he started to sing softly to himself.
She was reminded of Danny. Danny, on that day in school when he had sung to
her...she looked at the wall of the building, which was grey and bland, the exact
opposite of her life. Her life was full of action and color. Her life was full of action
and reaction, full of violence and lies. It was amazing to think that she could ever
have been a normal person...a normal person.
“You know what, miss.” Don cut into his song. “You can’t lie forever. Even I
believe them, and I have nothing on you. It’s just, it’s so hard to find information
on CIA employees, and they’re so careful about it, that if they found you they would
most likely be able to prove that you’re guilty.”
“I’m a banker.” Sydney said, though it sounded more like she was talking to herself
than to him.
He smiled. “Uh-huh.”
“Hey, stop making noise on that damn guitar, stand up and play gaurd! We’re
going to - out, and you’re going to have to hold up the fort for us.” He gestured
passively. “Come over here.”
Donovin walked up to him cautiously. “Yes, sir?”
“Hey, I want you to be really careful. Godric came in and tipped me off about the
CIA’s reaction to that girl.” Garrison nodded in Sydney’s direction, whispering so
that she would have trouble hearing. “Someone’s really worried. Godric said that
two of them got in a fight, and one got mad at the other and started saying how his
‘personal feelings’ were getting in the way of his efficiency. Anyhow, I have reason
to believe that somebody is looking for her.”
Sydney only caught some of this conversation, but part of it was the hint about
personal feelings and how they got in the way of a particular agent’s efficiency. She
knew of only one agent who would fit that discription around her. Vaughn. She
waited until Garrison left and then began to study the walls and the bars again. She
had to get out before Vaughn came to find this man Donovin with his gun and
guitar. The young man might appear to be a novice, but he also seemed the sort
that would follow orders.
He retrieved his gun and they waited. Hours passed without event, while Sydney
studied her situation again and again in attempt to discover a weakness in the
security. All the while she struggled silently with the ropes that bound her wrists
and ankles.
She pulled the wrist binds off and began to work quietly on the knots on the ankles.
Donovin was leaning against the wall near the cell and seemed to be daydreaming.
He WAS a novice!
When she was finally free of the ropes she stood quietly. Dovovin was less than a
foot away from the bars. He started to turn around. “Hey, lady-”
She grabbed his arm as he turned and broke his loose group on the weapon. She
heard the noise of a bullet leaving the gun, that meant it worked, and then, suddenly
she had the weapon facing his chest. Her hand was on the trigger, and his
expression showed as much surprise as she could have immagined. He looked kind
of cute that way.
“Do you have a key?” She asked simply. She no longer bothered to sound scared,
now that she had the gun she had lost her ‘I’m only a banker’ identity.
“No...no, ma’am.” He muttered.
“Hey, Don, if you’re in a business like this you should never let yourself be caught
off-guard or let anyone see that you’re scared.”
“I’m...not.”
“Oh, yeah?” She looked at his belt. “Take that off.”
“Why? Are you some kind of ----?!”
“No, idiot, just do it.”
He did. She took it from him and jammed the connecting wire in the center of the
metal frame into the lock. She fiddled with the lock for a short time and soon had it
open. Then she opened the bar door and let herself out. “Okay, you can have your
belt back, Don. Give me a tour of this place, I might be able to use some of that
kind of information later.”
“Sure.” He led her out of the prison room. “You’re awefully self-confident.”
“Well, I could either be in your hands completely back at the cell or do this and
have the possibility of getting the same or getting killed...and dead bodies don’t
talk.”
“Well, with an attitude like that I reckon you’re a REAL threat to the U.S.”
“Hm.” She frowned. “I work for the CIA.”
“What?!” He stopped, turning around slightly. “Are you STILL trying to lie to
me?”
“No, I swear to God that I’m an all-American American.” She nudged his back
with the gun.
“Um...” He continued to lead her through the various rooms of the building. He
pointed out different rooms and what they’re used for and he answered all of her
questions loyally.
“Don’t move!” A voice demanded from behind her. Sydney knew that voice, it was
Vaughn. She lowered her gun and turned around. He aimed his own weapon at the
gaurd, and then he leaned in to kiss her hello.
“How did you find out where I was?” Sydney asked.
“Gosh, Syd. I did what I normally do in situations like this. I happen to know some
very accurate sources.”
“Yeah, but who told you where I was?”
“Your father. He saw them drive you off, you know. The good thing is they didn’t
see him.”
“Ah.” She turned toward the man beside her. “This is Donovin, he thinks we’re
out to destroy the U.S. government or something like that.”
“Hmph, sounds like a simple scenario.”
“Uh...sir...please don’t hurt me. I just wanted to be a...good citizen, sir. You know,
I didn’t really like the idea of playing James Bond anyway. Maybe you should just
let this one thing slide. I won’t tell anyone anything, and besides, I don’t think
anyone would believe me...”
Vaughn smiled. “Hello to you too. Anyway, Syd, are there any cells in here? I
daresay that you’d know. If there aren’t maybe we can lock him in a storage room.
These people already know who we are so it won’t make much difference whether
he can confirm things or not.”
“Wait...wait! I have a question.” Donovin continued.
“And that would be?”
“Who are you...who do you work for?”
Vaughn glanced at Sydney, who shrugged and quoted, “These people already know
who we are so it won’t make much difference whether or not...whether he can
confirm things or not.”
“Micheal Vaughn...CIA.”
“You work for the CIA?” Donovin frowned. “That’s not possible, I work for the
CIA. We appear to be enemies at the moment.”
Vaughn looked confused. “Syd?”
“Um...”
“Huh...I guess this guy is another version of YOU Bristow! He’s not even sure who
he works for!” Vaughn smiled.
“Oh, that was harsh.” She jabbed him playfully in the shoulder, even though both
of them knew that they shouldn’t act like the lovers they were when they were on
the job.”
“Hey, if you guys want to rob a bank or something, it’s just a guess but...shouldn’t
you hurry?”
“What do you mean, rob a bank?”
“I guess I don’t know what you liar types do after you’ve saved the girl and
captured the ‘bad guys’.”
“Huh? Oh...you mean those of us who work under cover?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, you’re right about one thing. We shouldn’t be standing around like this.
Who else is on gaurd?”
“Noone.”
“Don’t lie, this thing IS loaded.”
“I’m not lying! Don’t shoot!”
“I’m not sure that he is, actually.” Sydney muttered. “His boss...Garrison, I think,
relayed similar information to him while I was still in a cell.”
Don looked surprised, “You heard that?!”
“Syd, no offense, but didn’t it ever occur to you that if YOU heard it, it might be a
set up?”
“Well...I guess not, no.” She frowned. “They mentioned you...and he appears to be
new to the business, so it is possible that we aren’t alone.”
Vaughn turned to the man who had been Sydney’s escort. “Do you know where
they NORMALLY have guards? If anything we can avoid areas like that.”
“Um...I think I have a pretty good idea, but she’s right, I am kind of new here.”
“Ah.” Vaughn followed the young man anyway, knowing that they would need to
get out soon and giving Don hints on finding an ungaurded doorway. Sydney kept
the rugged weapon that Garrison had given Don for her prison security at the
ready, not on Don but in a position where it could get him if need-be but could also
be used on anyone who came from behind or out of one of the building’s many
doors. If she found them before they found her.
They three of them marched through the halls carefully and quietly. Vaughn and
Sydney paused every once in a while in order to listen for any guards that Don
didn’t know about, but still noone appeared to be around at all. The halls and
rooms off of them were completely silent, and there was no sign of any living being
having been there for a while at least. They didn’t, on the other hand, lower their
defenses. They stayed ready and waiting the entire way.
Eventually they came to an open door and Don stopped abruptly. Then he
whispered carefully, “There are people in there, we ought to turn around.”
“Go right ahead, it won’t do anyone any good.” Came a voice behind them. Before
Sydney could react she felt the make-shift gun being pulled out of her hands and
was shoved against the wall. Then she was pulled inside the open room roughly.
“You two ought to get back to your gaurd duty. I can take care of HER myself.”
Sydney was so startled that she couldn’t react, and Vaughn appeared to be in a
similar state. Why hadn’t they heard these guys coming down the hall? There were
approximately fifteen of them, and they were all armed. Vaughn couldn’t fire to
help her because both of them would be killed on the spot and she couldn’t fight for
the same reason. The thing is, Don seemed to be thinking in a similar way to
Vaughn, and appeared to be acting like an enemy agent instead of the gaurd that he
was.
“Sir, I-” Don started but he stopped suddenly as the man met his gaze with a harsh
stare.
“If you want to say something, tell it to your direct supperior, I OWN this building
and I don’t make small-talk with my employees.” He turned back into the room
and the door was shut behind him.
Vaughn turned his gun back onto the young man. “Well...”
“Sir, I didn’t know that they were there. I SWEAR!”
Suddenly a soft cry came from inside the room. “Sydney...she’s being tortured.”
1.Capture
“Well, Ms. Bristow? How are you?” Sydney’s captor asked in a sly voice.
“Shut up.” Syd replied simply.
“Hm, too bad your CIA team couldn’t keep up that act with SD-6 agents a little
longer. We’ve got you, and your father’s on the way.”
Yesterday Sydney Bristow was a sucessful spy for the U.S. government, but early
this morning she had been aggressed upon by Mark Garner, a man who claimed to
be working for The Alliance directly. As soon as he had found her he barred her
movement and, as most of her past captors have done, bombbarded her with
question after question about who she worked for. She hadn’t said a word about
the CIA, and only spoke of her life of work for a bank, but he did not beleive a word
that came out of her mouth. Now she was tied up in the back of a large sports
utility vehicle, and still he was asking questions and denying answers, even as he
drove down the long roads ahead.
“Here we are,” he said as he pulled to a stop in front of a large, bland-looking
building. On the front of it there was a large sign that read ‘Office and planning’,
but she knew that it was most likely only there to throw people off.
“The only thing on the menu today is talk, or, if you prefer, we can just wait and see
how the CIA reacts to your disappearance, I’m sure that they would notice if
someone like you went missing.”
She said nothing, knowing that to deny him would be to admit where she worked.
He looked at her carefully. “Gosh, you ARE pretty good at keeping things to
yourself, aren’t you!”
“I-” She stopped, she was going to say that she was a top agent, and thus was more
careful than the average person would be, but she soon realized the risk, “-don’t
think so, the bank is a very simple place to work.”
“Ooooh, that was close, wasn’t it? Shame your trying so hard, but that won’t last
long.” He opened the door and stepped out, then he grabbed her in his arms and
carried her inside. “Hey, Joey, over here!”
“Who are you?!” A man stepped out with a gun, and Mark dropped Sydney in
order to hold up his hands.
“Hey, who...uh.” Sydney muttered, fitting into the civilian act all too well. A real
banker who had never been in this situation before would have a lot less chance of
acting cool. “Hey...”
“Shut up, ma’am!” Mark growled.
“Oh...Mark, sorry. I thought you were...you know, police or something.”
“Your paranoid.”
“Aren’t you?! God, look what we do for a living!” The man said, then he looked
down at Sydney. “Who’s this?”
“My name is Sydney Bristow, I’m a banker!” Sydney attempted to etch her voice
with fear, and in her oppinion she did a good job.
“A banker? What do you want with her, Mark?”
“Oh, God, you’re so gullible, Garrison, this is SYDNEY BRISTOW. The agent.”
“Syd - oh.” He turned around and walked back to a cell in the back. “Put her in
here.”
She was carried into a small room with a set of bars in the middle. It looked
awefully old-fashioned for the Alliance. A young man stood in the corner, he was
playing softly on an electric guitar and looked up when she was brought in, but did
not stop playing. “Hello.”
“Rick...don’t go flirting with the prisinors.”
“Hey!” He frowned playfully. “That’s an insult!”
“Glad you could figure that out, kid.”
They opened the bars and shut her in without removing the ropes on her arms and
legs. “We’ll let you think about what you’d like to say for a while, but when we
come back you’re going to have to tell us something, alright lady? Otherwise it gets
a little rough.” The man, Garrison, explained, then he walked out.
“Hello.” The young man spoke, “My name is Donovin, you can call me Don if you
want to call me anything.” He pulled off his guitar and set it on the floor. “By the
way, I DO NOT flirt with prisinors.”
“Uh...right.” Sydney studied her suroundings, the walls were cement, so she
couldn’t do anything there, and the bars looked like they were made of steel or some
such material. She decided to keep up her innocent as long as it made sense to do
so. “Can you help me? Can you tell me what I’m doing here? Who are you? What
do you want?”
“Wow, that’s a lot of questions, ma’am.” He muttered.
“Hey, Vinny, take this.” Garrison returned, holding a long fire-arm that appeared
to be home-made. “I want you to gaurd this cell with your life, that lady there is an
enemy to the United States of America and you’ll do well not to let her influence
you. If anyone you don’t know comes in here unescorted you’ll kill them, and if she
does anything on her own you’ll show no mercy then, either. Don’t listen to
anything she says, she’s an agent for the enemy and I’d bet my life to say that she’ll
throw out any lie she can come up with to get out of our grasp.”
Donovin, with a rather surprised look, took the gun and turned to Sydney.
Garrison left, and then then Donovin smiled nervously. He held the gun as if he
were going to fire even if he was not provoked directly. “Are you a terrorist or
something?”
“Terrorist?! I already told your freinds, I’m a banker!”
“Sure, sure, you’re a banker.” He looked at the gun. “I don’t think they would
take a banker this seriously.”
Sydney kept silent, then looked at the guitar. He must be new to the business, he
must not really know what he’s doing. He reminded her of the SD-6 arrangment
when she had been put under the impression that SD-6 was a branch from the CIA,
that it was FOR the United States, but in truth it was AGAINST it.
“Well...” He put down the gun and picked up his guitar, then, turning on his
amplifier, he continued a tune similar to the one that he had played when she had
been brought in. Eventually he started to sing softly to himself.
She was reminded of Danny. Danny, on that day in school when he had sung to
her...she looked at the wall of the building, which was grey and bland, the exact
opposite of her life. Her life was full of action and color. Her life was full of action
and reaction, full of violence and lies. It was amazing to think that she could ever
have been a normal person...a normal person.
“You know what, miss.” Don cut into his song. “You can’t lie forever. Even I
believe them, and I have nothing on you. It’s just, it’s so hard to find information
on CIA employees, and they’re so careful about it, that if they found you they would
most likely be able to prove that you’re guilty.”
“I’m a banker.” Sydney said, though it sounded more like she was talking to herself
than to him.
He smiled. “Uh-huh.”
“Hey, stop making noise on that damn guitar, stand up and play gaurd! We’re
going to - out, and you’re going to have to hold up the fort for us.” He gestured
passively. “Come over here.”
Donovin walked up to him cautiously. “Yes, sir?”
“Hey, I want you to be really careful. Godric came in and tipped me off about the
CIA’s reaction to that girl.” Garrison nodded in Sydney’s direction, whispering so
that she would have trouble hearing. “Someone’s really worried. Godric said that
two of them got in a fight, and one got mad at the other and started saying how his
‘personal feelings’ were getting in the way of his efficiency. Anyhow, I have reason
to believe that somebody is looking for her.”
Sydney only caught some of this conversation, but part of it was the hint about
personal feelings and how they got in the way of a particular agent’s efficiency. She
knew of only one agent who would fit that discription around her. Vaughn. She
waited until Garrison left and then began to study the walls and the bars again. She
had to get out before Vaughn came to find this man Donovin with his gun and
guitar. The young man might appear to be a novice, but he also seemed the sort
that would follow orders.
He retrieved his gun and they waited. Hours passed without event, while Sydney
studied her situation again and again in attempt to discover a weakness in the
security. All the while she struggled silently with the ropes that bound her wrists
and ankles.
She pulled the wrist binds off and began to work quietly on the knots on the ankles.
Donovin was leaning against the wall near the cell and seemed to be daydreaming.
He WAS a novice!
When she was finally free of the ropes she stood quietly. Dovovin was less than a
foot away from the bars. He started to turn around. “Hey, lady-”
She grabbed his arm as he turned and broke his loose group on the weapon. She
heard the noise of a bullet leaving the gun, that meant it worked, and then, suddenly
she had the weapon facing his chest. Her hand was on the trigger, and his
expression showed as much surprise as she could have immagined. He looked kind
of cute that way.
“Do you have a key?” She asked simply. She no longer bothered to sound scared,
now that she had the gun she had lost her ‘I’m only a banker’ identity.
“No...no, ma’am.” He muttered.
“Hey, Don, if you’re in a business like this you should never let yourself be caught
off-guard or let anyone see that you’re scared.”
“I’m...not.”
“Oh, yeah?” She looked at his belt. “Take that off.”
“Why? Are you some kind of ----?!”
“No, idiot, just do it.”
He did. She took it from him and jammed the connecting wire in the center of the
metal frame into the lock. She fiddled with the lock for a short time and soon had it
open. Then she opened the bar door and let herself out. “Okay, you can have your
belt back, Don. Give me a tour of this place, I might be able to use some of that
kind of information later.”
“Sure.” He led her out of the prison room. “You’re awefully self-confident.”
“Well, I could either be in your hands completely back at the cell or do this and
have the possibility of getting the same or getting killed...and dead bodies don’t
talk.”
“Well, with an attitude like that I reckon you’re a REAL threat to the U.S.”
“Hm.” She frowned. “I work for the CIA.”
“What?!” He stopped, turning around slightly. “Are you STILL trying to lie to
me?”
“No, I swear to God that I’m an all-American American.” She nudged his back
with the gun.
“Um...” He continued to lead her through the various rooms of the building. He
pointed out different rooms and what they’re used for and he answered all of her
questions loyally.
“Don’t move!” A voice demanded from behind her. Sydney knew that voice, it was
Vaughn. She lowered her gun and turned around. He aimed his own weapon at the
gaurd, and then he leaned in to kiss her hello.
“How did you find out where I was?” Sydney asked.
“Gosh, Syd. I did what I normally do in situations like this. I happen to know some
very accurate sources.”
“Yeah, but who told you where I was?”
“Your father. He saw them drive you off, you know. The good thing is they didn’t
see him.”
“Ah.” She turned toward the man beside her. “This is Donovin, he thinks we’re
out to destroy the U.S. government or something like that.”
“Hmph, sounds like a simple scenario.”
“Uh...sir...please don’t hurt me. I just wanted to be a...good citizen, sir. You know,
I didn’t really like the idea of playing James Bond anyway. Maybe you should just
let this one thing slide. I won’t tell anyone anything, and besides, I don’t think
anyone would believe me...”
Vaughn smiled. “Hello to you too. Anyway, Syd, are there any cells in here? I
daresay that you’d know. If there aren’t maybe we can lock him in a storage room.
These people already know who we are so it won’t make much difference whether
he can confirm things or not.”
“Wait...wait! I have a question.” Donovin continued.
“And that would be?”
“Who are you...who do you work for?”
Vaughn glanced at Sydney, who shrugged and quoted, “These people already know
who we are so it won’t make much difference whether or not...whether he can
confirm things or not.”
“Micheal Vaughn...CIA.”
“You work for the CIA?” Donovin frowned. “That’s not possible, I work for the
CIA. We appear to be enemies at the moment.”
Vaughn looked confused. “Syd?”
“Um...”
“Huh...I guess this guy is another version of YOU Bristow! He’s not even sure who
he works for!” Vaughn smiled.
“Oh, that was harsh.” She jabbed him playfully in the shoulder, even though both
of them knew that they shouldn’t act like the lovers they were when they were on
the job.”
“Hey, if you guys want to rob a bank or something, it’s just a guess but...shouldn’t
you hurry?”
“What do you mean, rob a bank?”
“I guess I don’t know what you liar types do after you’ve saved the girl and
captured the ‘bad guys’.”
“Huh? Oh...you mean those of us who work under cover?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, you’re right about one thing. We shouldn’t be standing around like this.
Who else is on gaurd?”
“Noone.”
“Don’t lie, this thing IS loaded.”
“I’m not lying! Don’t shoot!”
“I’m not sure that he is, actually.” Sydney muttered. “His boss...Garrison, I think,
relayed similar information to him while I was still in a cell.”
Don looked surprised, “You heard that?!”
“Syd, no offense, but didn’t it ever occur to you that if YOU heard it, it might be a
set up?”
“Well...I guess not, no.” She frowned. “They mentioned you...and he appears to be
new to the business, so it is possible that we aren’t alone.”
Vaughn turned to the man who had been Sydney’s escort. “Do you know where
they NORMALLY have guards? If anything we can avoid areas like that.”
“Um...I think I have a pretty good idea, but she’s right, I am kind of new here.”
“Ah.” Vaughn followed the young man anyway, knowing that they would need to
get out soon and giving Don hints on finding an ungaurded doorway. Sydney kept
the rugged weapon that Garrison had given Don for her prison security at the
ready, not on Don but in a position where it could get him if need-be but could also
be used on anyone who came from behind or out of one of the building’s many
doors. If she found them before they found her.
They three of them marched through the halls carefully and quietly. Vaughn and
Sydney paused every once in a while in order to listen for any guards that Don
didn’t know about, but still noone appeared to be around at all. The halls and
rooms off of them were completely silent, and there was no sign of any living being
having been there for a while at least. They didn’t, on the other hand, lower their
defenses. They stayed ready and waiting the entire way.
Eventually they came to an open door and Don stopped abruptly. Then he
whispered carefully, “There are people in there, we ought to turn around.”
“Go right ahead, it won’t do anyone any good.” Came a voice behind them. Before
Sydney could react she felt the make-shift gun being pulled out of her hands and
was shoved against the wall. Then she was pulled inside the open room roughly.
“You two ought to get back to your gaurd duty. I can take care of HER myself.”
Sydney was so startled that she couldn’t react, and Vaughn appeared to be in a
similar state. Why hadn’t they heard these guys coming down the hall? There were
approximately fifteen of them, and they were all armed. Vaughn couldn’t fire to
help her because both of them would be killed on the spot and she couldn’t fight for
the same reason. The thing is, Don seemed to be thinking in a similar way to
Vaughn, and appeared to be acting like an enemy agent instead of the gaurd that he
was.
“Sir, I-” Don started but he stopped suddenly as the man met his gaze with a harsh
stare.
“If you want to say something, tell it to your direct supperior, I OWN this building
and I don’t make small-talk with my employees.” He turned back into the room
and the door was shut behind him.
Vaughn turned his gun back onto the young man. “Well...”
“Sir, I didn’t know that they were there. I SWEAR!”
Suddenly a soft cry came from inside the room. “Sydney...she’s being tortured.”