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Hidden Secrets (new edited version)

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  1. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    hey everyone! i made a lot of changes to my story, well not a lot, but there were some silly mistakes and i wanted to fix them. i wanted to post the new version of it! i hope u like!
  2. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 1

    "Vaughn, hey!" Sydney Bristow called as she quickly walked into the warehouse to meet her handler, Michael Vaughn. He smiled at her.

    "Syd! Hey, how’s your shoulder?" Vaughn asked with a little concern in his voice.

    While Sydney and Vaughn were in Taipei to destroy one of Khasinau’s labs, Sydney, and Vaughn were separated and Khasinau’s men captured Sydney. Her mother came into the room and shot Sydney at point black range. Luckily, the bullet only hit her in the shoulder. Sydney escaped, unfortunately without Vaughn. Sydney found and rescued Vaughn while she was on a mission for SD-6 in France. He thankfully got back to LA unharmed.

    "Oh, that! It’s fine, I guess. Healing fast, though!" Sydney smiled at him.

    "That’s good," Vaughn said, as he sat down on a chair.

    "How are you?" Sydney sat next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. Vaughn looked her directly in the eyes.

    "I’m fine. I’m just glad you found me, because if you didn’t, I’d probably be dead!" Vaughn laughed. He placed his hand over hers and gave it a little squeeze.

    "Hey, no prob. Just doing my job. Don’t want another handler!" Sydney laughed. Her eye twinkled.

    "So. What’s the latest mission?" Vaughn pulled out a notepad and pen.

    "Apparently, Sark had a secret lab built at the Kentucky Derby race track. In the main building. He is supposedly using it to work on some horse-related stuff, but that is not the case," Sydney explained to Vaughn as he jotted it down onto the pad of paper.

    "There is a computer that has files on a new Rambaldi artifact that Sark is trying to locate. I’m supposed to go to Kentucky, posing as a reporter. I’m going to sneak into the building and download the info."

    Vaughn quickly jotted the rest of it down. He looked at Sydney, "Is that it? Is there heavy security? Or any firewalls you have to disable?"

    "Yeah. There isn’t heavy security because of the location. But I will have a hard time disabling the firewall." Sydney stood up and walked across to sit on another chair.

    "How will you do that? Did Marshall come up with another toy of his?" Vaughn laughed.

    "Yes. It’s a Palm Pilot that opens up to become a keyboard that has a firewall disable system in it. So I can type and disable the firewall at the same time." Sydney said. She checked her watch.

    "Oh shoot Vaughn! I’m so sorry. I’m supposed to go meet Will. We are going to dinner to celebrate him being ok. I’ll wait to hear from you!" Sydney slid the fence open and walked out.

    Vaughn felt a pang of jealousy. He thought that Will and Sydney secretly admired each other, which in truth, Will did secretly love Sydney. He walked out and locked the fence. He prayed, hoped that tonight nothing happened between Sydney and Will Tippin.

    * * *

    Sydney put her key into the lock and turned it. She set her coat on the rack, and flipped on the lights. She heard a faint noise that came from the family room. She walked very quietly into the room. The TV was turned on and on the couch sleeping, was Will.

    "Will!" Sydney whispered to herself. She walked over and turned the TV off. She looked at Will, his restless body sprawled out on the couch. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

    "Will? Will, wake up. It’s Syd, we have a dinner date, remember?" She shook him slightly. Will’s eyes fluttered open and he sat up quickly.

    "Oh my gosh! Have I been asleep the whole time?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. He quickly cleaned up his mess off empty bottles of soda and empty bags of popcorn. Will stuffed them in the trash.

    "I just got in. I had a very important meeting. Where’s Francie?" Sydney sat down next to Will on the couch.

    "Francie said she had a date and that she’d be back around ten or eleven. So where do you want to go out to eat?" Will asked Sydney.

    "How’s your mouth? Is it ok?" Sydney placed her hand on his jaw.

    "Yeah. It’s getting there. Still hurts a little. Do you have any idea who that guy was?" Will took a sip of his new opened soda can.

    "No. No I don’t. You know, he got me a few years back. All we refer to him as is Suit & Glasses. He must be working for Sark or my mother or Khasinau. I’m not sure. I didn’t really want to stick around to find out." Sydney laughed and her eyes twinkled.

    "Ok. Let’s go out to eat at that new pizza place. I’ve heard it’s really good!" Will finished off his soda and threw it away, "I’ll be ready in about five minutes."

    "Ok!" Sydney called as he went into his room to change. Will had been staying with Sydney and Francie until he could afford his own place. After all, he had to quit his job because of the SD-6 article. So, Sydney let him stay in the guestroom.

    * * *

    Sydney pulled the car up into a parking lot. She opened the car door, Will got out. He stumbled a bit, but regained his balance.

    "Will, we can go back home. You need some rest. No one would be ok after what they did to you." Sydney embraced him in a hug. He hugged her back. He could smell the light perfume she was wearing, and he could not feel any safer. Sydney let go of Will.

    "Yeah, I’m sorry. Maybe another night." Sydney helped Will back into the car. She carefully shut the door and got in herself. She glanced around. Sydney could feel something wrong. She started the car and drove out of the parking lot. Sydney glanced over at Will who was fast asleep.

    Sydney made a lot of long detours because she could tell that someone was following her. It was an agent’s instinct to be aware of the area around them. Sydney took a lot of back streets until she was satisfied that whoever was following them was gone. She finally headed home. When they got there, she carefully shook Will awake and helped him inside. There was a black car sitting outside, but she figured it belonged to one of the other neighbors. Once she opened the door and stepped inside, she flipped on the hall light. What she saw made her utter a gasp.
  3. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 2

    Her whole house was trashed.

    "Oh my gosh!" Sydney led Will over to the couch and set him down. He was still half-asleep and wasn’t aware of what was going on.

    All her kitchen cupboards had been emptied. Papers and books had been scattered everywhere across the floor. She heard a noise in her bedroom. Sydney quietly edged herself up against the walls and headed towards her bedroom. She stopped at the picture in the hall. Sydney slid the picture over and opened the hidden vault. She pulled out a pistol. She continued to make her way towards the room.

    The noise got louder and louder as she approached. She knew there was someone in the house. But how had he gotten in? And who is it? Sydney peered around the doorframe to see a dark figure searching her room.

    "Darn!" Sydney whispered under her breath. She placed herself inside the doorframe.

    "What are you doing in my house?" Sydney said to the dark figure and pointed her gun at his head.

    The person dropped the pile of papers he or she was looking at, pulled a gun out, and pointed it towards Sydney.

    "Nothing!" The voice was deep and hoarse. She figured it was a man, either working for K-directorate or one of the SDs. He started shooting at her. Sydney dove and rolled on the ground. She shot back at him. He dodged the bullets and ran out the front door without turning back. Sydney ran into the family room and towards the front door. She looked out and saw him speed away in the black car that had been parked outside her house. Will ran to Sydney, eyes wide open and his whole body shaking.

    "Wha….wha….what happened?" Will stammered, his hands shaking violently as Sydney clutched them in her own.

    "Someone trashed my house. Obviously, it was someone who is working for Sark. They were looking for something, something important." Sydney said.

    She walked through the hall towards her bedroom. She placed the gun back inside the secret vault and placed the picture back to its normal position. There were a few bullet holes in the wall from the intruder, but other than that, the house was just a mess.

    Sydney sat down on her bed. She began picking up papers and books that were scattered throughout the floor. She picked up an old book, the book that she had found the codes that her mother used to kill off the CIA agents. She immediately thought of Vaughn. How he had felt when he found out that Sydney’s mom had killed his dad. Tears sprang to her eyes at the thought of her thinking it was her father. She was completely wrong.

    Bring…..bring…..bring! Sydney’s cell phone rang.

    "Hello?" She asked.

    "Joey’s Pizza?" A voice at the other end of the line said. Sydney realized Vaughn was calling her to meet him. Most likely, the CIA had gotten word about the intruder.

    "Wrong number. I think you are thinking of the one near the pier, I am right?" Sydney played with Vaughn at the other end of the line.

    "Yes! That is the one I was thinking of. Thank you!" She heard a click and hung up herself.

    Sydney walked into the other room. She heard a key in the lock to the front door. She started towards the picture again, but then realized that it was just Francie, her roommate, and best friend.

    "Oh my gosh! What the heck happened here Syd?" Francie cried, dropping her things on the ground. Sydney quickly rushed towards her and gave her a hug.

    "Oh Fran!" Sydney said stroking her friend’s hair. When they broke apart, Francie had a scared and worried look upon her face.

    "What happened?" Francie asked, picking up her bag and coat. She placed them on the rack.

    "Someone broke in." Will called from the couch in the living room. He had turned on the TV.

    "How can you be watching TV at a time like this?" Francie yelled. Sydney knew she wasn’t mad at Will, but just upset at what happened.

    "I’m going to go get someone. Anyone," Sydney grabbed her coat and car keys, "Fran, Will, I’ll be back as soon as I can."

    Sydney hurried to her car. She unlocked it and got in. Sydney started the engine and headed towards the pier to meet Vaughn. Once she got there, she quickly ran towards the warehouse and opened the fence.

    "Sydney! You’re ok!" Vaughn said, embracing her in a hug. Sydney was surprised at first, but hugged him back.

    When they parted, Sydney smiled at him. He smiled right back. Sydney felt herself blushing, and quickly turned her head away.

    "Sorry I was late. Francie walked in just as I hung up with you. I had to explain things and had to give an excuse." Sydney explained to Vaughn, who seemed to be soaking in every single word she said.

    "I’m so glad you’re ok! I was just in the neighborhood and decided to stop by and say hi. You weren’t there, so I drove around a bit and then when I came back, there was a car out front. I decided to stay and keep watch over the car. I saw him break into your apartment and I saw you come home," Vaughn’s face turned a slight shade of red. "I drove about half a block down because I didn’t want you to see me. I heard gunshots and decided to call you."

    "I had my security camera working tonight. Thankfully. Hopefully it caught the criminal in act. They were looking for something. Something that must have been important to them." Sydney tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

    "Well, if you give me the tapes, I’ll try to get security section on it." Vaughn said, smiling. "Talk to you tomorrow."
  4. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 3

    Sydney boarded the plane that was leaving for Kentucky. She was traveling alone, since this operation was simple. She sat down and took out the papers that gave her the mission. She reviewed the SD-6 mission and the CIA counter-mission. She tilted her head back and drifted off to sleep.

    * * *

    "Miss? Miss, we are in Kentucky." An airline attendant was shaking Sydney’s shoulders. She opened her eyes and looked around. No one else was on the plane.

    "I’m sorry Ma’am. I’m used to long flights where I can sleep longer." Sydney snapped at the attendant.

    Sydney unbuckled her seatbelt and got her stuff from the compartment above her head. She got off the plane and headed towards the parking area. Sydney looked around and found the SD-6 car she was using. She piled her stuff in the trunk and got in. She drove towards the Kentucky Derby racetrack. She was staying at a hotel near there. Once she got there, she parked the car. She pulled out her wig and carefully placed it on her head. It was a short length black, wavy wig. She straightened her dress-suit and walked into the lobby.

    Sydney walked up to the front desk and said in her fake English-accent, "I’m Joanna Kelly, I’m supposed to stay in one of your finer suites."

    "Yes, Ma’am." The man behind the counter said. He pulled out a key and handed it to her. "Level 2 to the left."

    "Why thank you!" Sydney took the key and headed towards the elevator. She pressed the button with the number 2 on it. She waited until the elevator doors opened and headed left. She found her room, room 202. She flipped on the light switch and walked in. The phone rang immediately as she walked in. Sydney sat down on the bed and picked it up.

    "Hello?" Sydney asked, wondering who would be calling her.

    "Hey, it’s me!" Vaughn said at the other end of the line.

    "Hey! I’m here. I fell asleep on the way here, the whole time! It was such a short flight. I’m used to sitting in a plane for 15 hours to somewhere in Asia or whatever. So, any luck on what the Rambaldi device is?" Sydney pulled off her wig that she was wearing.

    "Nope. Tomorrow is the Derby. Get ready. Talk to you soon." Vaughn said. Sydney heard a click and she hung up the phone.

    * * *

    Sydney walked into the main building at the Kentucky Derby racetrack. She was wearing a light pink dress with purple and yellow flowers on it, and she had a matching hat. Sydney pulled off her pink sunglasses and tucked them into her purse. She walked toward the bleachers. She was sitting in the same box as Sark’s partner, Gene Bator. He had a key that led to the secret lab. Sydney sat down and looked for him. He was walking down the aisle and was headed right towards the box she was in.

    "Hello! I’m Joanna Kelly, a reporter for the US News. I would like to interview you about your horse, and why you think it is going to win today." Sydney said in her fake English-accent. "I believe you are Gene Bator? Am I right?"

    "Yes, I’m Gene Bator. Would you like me to take you to my horse, White Phantom? He’s the top horse here, you know." Gene Bator bragged about his horse. He led Sydney down towards the stables.

    She took out her lipstick and applied a thin layer. The lipstick had three cameras in it. She shot out one camera near the door, and another in the middle of the hall.

    "I’m impressed that such a horse who started out poorly, turned out to be the favorite here. I’m sure you are excited yourself?" Sydney asked.

    "Yes, I’m very happy that we made it this far." Gene exclaimed. Sydney waited until they got to the barn and until no one was around.

    "Excuse me sir, but do you have the time? My watch seems to have stopped!" Sydney asked him. Holding her watch under his nose, she pressed a button. It released a little dose of sleeping gas. Immediately, he fell asleep. She laid him on a bench near the barns. Sydney searched his pockets and found the key.
    Sydney tucked it into her purse and walked away from the barn and towards the lab. When she got to the lab, she opened the door, making sure that no one was watching her as she opened it. She quietly closed the door. Sydney looked around for the computer marked 13, the computer the information was on. She pulled out the palm pilot and opened it. She took out the cables and hooked it up to the computer.

    Sydney flipped her necklace over and pressed it lightly. "Boot camp, this is Mountaineer, I’m inside the lab."

    "Copy that Mountaineer." A familiar voice said on the other line.

    "Did the cameras work?" Sydney asked, quickly typing the correct information onto the computer to get her into the system.

    "Yep. We are watchin’ over you." Vaughn said.

    My guardian angel, Sydney thought to herself. She got into the system and downloaded the file. "Boot camp, I have the file. Coming back to LA."

    "Syd…..we’ve got company. Sark is here and he’s headed towards the lab. Shoot another camera inside the lab." Vaughn’s voice sounded panicky. Sydney fumbled and retrieved the lipstick from her bag. She aimed and shot it in the middle of the room.

    Sydney unhooked the cables and stuffed everything in her purse. She ran across the room and stuffed herself into a closet. She held her breath as the door opened. Sydney heard the screech of a chair and typing on a keyboard. There was a faint grunt and the chair screeched again. The door closed and Sydney let out a deep sigh.

    "You’re safe, Mountaineer. Come home." Sydney smiled to herself. Vaughn will always be there to protect me. Sydney scrambled out of the closet and let herself out of the lab. As she walked out of the building, Gene Bator was walking towards her.

    "Oh there you are, Gene! I’ve been looking all over. You gave me a fright when you didn’t turn up for your horse’s race." Sydney spoke in her English-accent.

    "I woke up and I was on a table near the stables. Must get back to the track." Gene hurried off towards the stands. Sydney chuckled to herself. The dose of sleeping gas made one forget all that happened. She hurried towards her car. She got in and headed to the airport.
  5. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 4

    Sydney opened the door to her apartment. Her house was back to normal and the CIA had still not found out who the intruder was. All the lights were off so she assumed that Francie and Will were out. She set her suitcase in her closet and sat down on her bed. Her pager went off as she sat down. It read Kendall.

    "Ugh!" Sydney groaned. Getting back up, she headed towards the door and to meet him.

    * * *

    "Hey Mike!" Vaughn turned around to see Eric Weiss walking towards him. "Hey man, you look like all depressed or whatever." Eric said. Vaughn slowly sat down at his desk.

    "I know it’s against protocol but I…" Vaughn stammered. The only person who knew about Vaughn’s feelings for Sydney was his best friend Eric Weiss. Eric understood. He nodded his head and sat on the edge of his desk.

    "Vaughn, you gotta tell her. What if you never get a chance? Then what? All those feelings, BOOM, out the window. Think about it. Kendall wants to meet with us in like 10 minutes." Eric walked away. Vaughn placed his head in his hands on his head. He got up and headed towards the debriefing room.

    * * *

    "You and a team of professional trained gun men are going to Spain to recover the Bible. It is important that we get hold of it. Any questions?" Kendall reviewed the mission. They were going to Spain to get the Bible that had important information about the KBG in it. "You leave tomorrow."

    * * *

    "Khasinau just pulled in." Sydney said as she saw Khasinau’s car drive past the buildings they were in.

    "Hey Sydney," Vaughn said through the earpiece. "I saw a really good restaurant when we came in. You know what I was thinking?"

    "Yep. I think I do." Sydney smiled. Almost every time Sydney and Vaughn went on a mission together, they atleast talked about going out to eat.

    "Hey! We’ll bring the whole gang, ‘cause I’m starving!" Weiss called over the walkie-talkies. "Hey, here comes our guy!"

    "Move in on 3," The head of the operation called. All the CIA officers headed towards the two cars. "1…………….2…………….3."

    "Hands in the air!" All of them called as the men got out of their cars with guns pointed at the men. All of a sudden, there were gunshots, but no CIA officers were shooting. Khasinau picked up the Bible and headed to the warehouse. Sydney ran after him. Meanwhile, Vaughn was at Weiss’ side. The mysterious shooter had shot Weiss.

    Two CIA officers went up the top of the building where the gunshots were being fired. There was a machine making the trigger pull, but no one was there.

    Sydney caught up to Khasinau. "Drop your gun." Khasinau dropped his gun, "On your knees, hands behind your head." Khasinau obeyed, but as soon as Sydney placed herself behind him, he struck.

    Khasinau knocked her off her feet. Sydney jumped up as soon as she could, hitting him back with a kick in the stomach. Khasinau fought back with a series of kicks and punches, jabs and much more. Sydney fought back as hard as she could. For an old guy, he fights good. Finally, she knocked him on the ground. Sydney carefully picked the case. Why is this so important? Sydney thought.

    "Drop it." A cold voice said. Sydney turned around to see her mother standing behind her. Sydney reluctantly dropped the case. Khasinau stood up, cracking his jaw. Her mother had her gun pointed directly at her. Oh great, here we go again. Sydney thought. Her mother pulled the trigger, and Sydney felt nothing. She turned around to see a trickle of blood falling from Khasinau’s chest. He fell on the concrete. Irina pointed the gun towards Sydney and walked to her.

    "On your knees, hands behind your head." Her mother picked up the case. "Truth takes time."

    Sydney looked up. There was no one there. The Bible was gone and so was her mother. Sydney got up and headed back to the others. There was an ambulance there and she saw Weiss on a stretcher.

    "Vaughn!" Sydney said, running up to him. "What happened to Weiss?"

    "He was shot in the neck by the mysterious shooter. Where have you been?" Vaughn looked at her with deep concern.

    "Oh. I followed Khasinau and almost got the Bible but someone else got it before me. My mother. Khasinau is dead, she shot him. Now she has what we need. I feel like it is my fault, but it’s not." Sydney sat down and placed her head in her hands. Vaughn sat next to her and put his arm around her.

    "I guess it’s not a good time to ask you if you wanted to go get lunch." Vaughn laughed.

    "Man oh man!" Sydney cried, laughing along with him. "We’d better get home."
  6. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 5

    Emily’s funeral was tomorrow and Sloane wanted her to speak at it. She got undressed and threw on her robe. Sydney turned on the water in her bathtub and got in. She let her mind wander and it wondered to a thing she didn’t expect.

    Her mind was on Vaughn. Sydney had loved him ever since he became her handler. But for them to be more than just friends, it was against protocol. They knew that it was a line they didn’t cross. Oh, well. There must be a way. She thought. When SD-6 was taken down she would be free. She dreamed of that day every night. Sydney heard the door open and heels scraping against the floor.

    "Hey honey!" Francie popped her head into the bathroom. "How was your trip?"

    "Oh, boring client, long seminar. Not too much fun. I got to see some of the Derby though. That was the highlight of my trip."

    "So, how are you gonna handle going to your boss’s wife’s funeral tomorrow? You told me that you and his wife were pretty close." Francie sat down on the stool next to the tub.

    "Oh, it’s gonna be hard, but I’ll be ok." Sydney gave her friend a reassuring look. Francie got up and closed the door.

    * * *

    Sydney and Francie sat down at a table in the food court "Hey, Francie, you wanna go to Anchor Blue when we’re done?"

    "Sure! I bet they have new clothes." Francie and Sydney ate as fast as they could and headed to Anchor Blue. Francie ran off to find some new clothes.

    Francie came out and modeled her shirt and skirt. "Well, what do you think?"

    "I think the shirt is too big. Try the smaller size." Sydney placed the shoes back in the box. Francie hustled off to get the other size shirt. She rushed back into the dressing room.

    Sydney went over to the racks of clothes and picked out a black v-neck no sleeve shirt and black velvet pants. She paid for them at the cash register and waited for Francie to be done. They headed home so Sydney could get ready for the funeral.
    * * *

    Sydney changed into her new outfit and applied some make-up to her face. Her hair as clipped up into a bun and she picked out a necklace that Danny had given her before they got engaged. The door opened and Will came in. "How do I look?" Sydney asked him.

    "Fine. Sorry about the other night." Will lowered his voice to a whisper. "Any news about your mother?" Sydney explained everything about her affiliation with SD-6 and the CIA to Will.

    "No, not that I know of. Do you need to talk, because it’s gonna have to wait until I get back." Sydney slipped on her black sandals and grabbed her purse.

    "Oh. So where are you going this time? France, China…" Will sat down on the bed.

    "Funeral." Sydney said, "For Sloane’s wife, Emily. She died of cancer a few days ago. He doesn’t seem that heartbroken, though."

    "No bruises?" Sydney asked, facing him. She got many bruises from fighting with Khasinau.

    "Nope, no bruises." Will said. Francie walked into the room.

    "Hey, Syd you wanna go get lunch or something?" She had her bright pink nails in the air, waving them back and forth.

    "Sorry, I have Emily’s funeral today." Sydney apologized.

    "Oh. Have a good time." Francie said, leaving the room. Will hugged her and walked her to the door.

    Sydney got in her car and drove to the cemetery. There were already a lot of people there. The service started. Then, Sloane asked her to speak.

    "When I first met Emily, she seemed like a mother to me. My own mother died and my father was not around much. So she was a replacement. The first night I met her, it was at dinner at Mr. Sloane’s house. She walked me to the car and said to me, ‘You’re gonna be alright.’ I didn’t know her, and she didn’t know me, but from then on, I knew she would always be there for me." Sydney returned to her seat. When the funeral was over, she headed to her car.

    "Sydney wait!" Sydney turned around to see her father running towards her. "The CIA just called me. They said they had a walk-in. Seemed she just walked in and said she would cooperate."

    Sydney guessed by the worried look on her father’s face that the person was important. "Who was it?"

    "It was your mother."
  7. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 6

    Sydney walked into the warehouse to meet Vaughn. Her mascara was running down her face. Vaughn glanced. When he saw Sydney standing there crying, he ran to her and embraced her in a hug.

    "Did you hear, Vaughn? About my mom?" Sydney asked when they broke apart. She began to wipe away her tears.

    "Yes I did." Vaughn put his arm around her shoulder. She smiled. Oh gosh! He’s always here for me.

    Just then, Kendall walked up to them. Vaughn quickly removed his arm from her shoulder. "Agent Bristow, I just spoke with Irina Derevko and she won’t talk to anyone, but you."

    "Did you run this meeting through Devlin?" Vaughn asked. Kendall glared at him.

    "No, I don’t have time for ridiculous things such as that. Ms. Bristow, I’m waiting for a response." Kendall said.

    "I refuse. I won’t talk to her." Sydney replied angrily.

    "She says you’re the only one that she will talk to." Kendall crossed his arms. Vaughn gave her a look of sympathy. "Mr. Vaughn, do you have an opinion?"

    Vaughn looked from Sydney to Kendall. "Well, I will support Ms. Bristow’s decision, whether she does or doesn’t talk to her mother."

    "Thank you," Sydney walked away quickly, heading towards her car. Vaughn turned around and started walking to his car, but then was stopped by a strong hand.

    "Agent Vaughn, you will talk to her about it. If you don’t, I know about you’re participation in rescuing Ms. Bristow from the FBI headquarters, and I will report you." Kendall began to walk away.

    "So I guess it’s two for one day on blackmailing." Vaughn replied. Kendall gave him an angry look and walked away.

    * * *

    Sydney woke up. The sun was just rising in the east. Sydney had decided to go on a jog. She got dressed quickly and stuffed a dollar bill, her C.I.A. I.D. card, and her c-d player in a jogging pouch. She was just about to head out the door, when she heard Francie's footsteps.

    "Hey Syd. Whatcha doin' so early in the morning?" Francie asked groggily, trying to get her robe tied.

    "I was just about to ask you the same thing, Fran." Sydney said. "I'm heading out for an early jog. Things have been really stressful at work and since today is my day off, I felt I should go out and clear my mind."

    "Oh. I've gotta go to the restaurant early this mornin' to finish decorating. Do you think you could come by later?"

    "Sure!" Sydney gave her friend a hug. "Bye Francie!"

    * * * FLASHBACK * * *

    Bring...bring...bring..."Hello?" Vaughn asked. He glanced at the clock. 6:30 am.

    "Hey, it's me."

    "Hey!" Only Sydney could be calling me this early in the morning.

    "Vaughn, I've mad up my mind. I want to talk to my mother."

    Vaughn practically dropped the phone in shock. "Is this really Sydney Bristow?"
    He heard stifled laughter on the other end of the line. "Yes it's me. I really have no choice. I might as well get it over with."

    "Ok. She's being held at a C.I.A. facility. Here's what you have to do.

    * * * END OF FLASHBACK * * *

    Sydney began jogging through the park. She spotted a homeless man sitting on a bench at the middle of it. "You have to drop a dollar in his cup to show you want access to the building." Vaughn's instructions echoed in her head.
    Sydney jogged passed him and dropped the dollar into his cup. "Face-Ops, this is Bluebird. Mountaineer requesting entry." The man said in a gruff voice.

    "Copy that Bluebird." Another man said in the control room of the C.I.A. facility. He switched on the cameras on the stoplights and zoomed in on the people walking below.

    Sydney turned at the right streets, pausing each time to stretch her legs. That was another instruction from Vaughn.

    * * * FLASHBACK * * *

    "Then, you will go under a freeway. There will be a phone. If it is ringing, pick it up and dial in a 7-digit code. It rotates each week. This week, the code is 5446869."

    "This is easy enough, but why am I doing this?"

    "Just incase SD-6 is watching you. We don't want them to find out about this facility. Then, there is about a mile walk once the secret door opens. Then you're all set."

    "Thank you."

    "Are you ready?"

    "As ready as I'll ever be."

    * * * END OF FLASHBACK * * *

    Sydney jogged under the freeway, until she spotted a phone. It started ringing. She picked it up and dialed in the correct code. She waited for the door to open, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was following her. Suddenly, she heard a low rumbling noise and a door opened. She walked in as it shut behind her.

    * * *

    "Sydney!" Sydney spun around to see her dad behind her.

    "Dad! What are you doing here?"

    Jack gulped. "Oh. Kendall has me doing research on Derevko. That's all."

    "Oh!" Sydney saw Kendall walking towards them and started toward him.

    "Sydney, what are you doing..." Jack was interrupted by Kendall.

    "Agent Bristow, are you ready?" Kendall asked, nervously eyeing Jack.


    "Ready for what exactly?" Jack asked, giving Kendall the famous Jack glare.

    Sydney gulped. So that's why Kendall was so rushed about the meeting. Dad isn't supposed to know I'm talking to Mom because Dad wouldn't have let me! "Dad, to talk to Mom."

    "No! ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Jack turned to Kendall, looking about ready to explode. "You know how I feel about Derevko. I can't believe that you are bringing Sydney into this! She doesn't need to talk to Irina! She's spent the last 20 years without her, and she can do well for several more!"
  8. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 7

    Sydney tried to hide her giggling, but her father and Kendall looked ridiculous fighting. Both men's faces were red and both of them looked about to explode. She walked away, looking at all there was in the building. There were many people on computers that she didn't know. She was looking around for one familiar face. Vaughn.

    "Hey!" Sydney didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

    "Hey Vaughn. I just HAD to get away from Dad and Kendall. So, what's new?"

    Vaughn looked down. "Umm...can we talk about this in private?"

    "Sure," Sydney replied with a confused look on her face. Vaughn led her away to a sound-proof room.

    "I tried talking to Derevko today." Vaughn said, sitting down and placing his head in his hands.

    "Vaughn," Sydney pulled his head up so it was facing hers. Her mother had murdered 12 C.I.A. agents several years ago. Vaughn's father was one of them.

    "Syd, don't. I know. It was not easy. What she said, it was just..." Vaughn's shoulders began to shake. Sydney knew what that had meant. He was crying. He looked up and a few tears were running down his face. Sydney turned her head away. She could not bear to see him like this.

    What had happened to strong, serious Vaughn? He looked so sad and hurt.

    "She said I looked just like him as I was leaving," Vaughn faltered then regained his balance. "I thought that maybe I could talk to her, but it didn't work. I know how much you don't want anything to do with her right now."

    "Vaughn..." Sydney started, but was cut off again.

    "I thought that maybe if I could get anything out of her, that you wouldn't have to talk to her at all. It makes me feel your pain when I saw the look on your face when Kendall said you had to talk to her."


    "Syd look, I know it must be terribly hard for you to cope with thinking
    your mother has been dead for 20 years, and then BOOM! She just shows up and you basically have to start all over again. I don't want to see you hurt."

    Vaughn got up, and embraced Sydney in a hug. Sydney willingly hugged him back. She felt so safe when she was in his arms. They were in their own little world until they heard someone knocking on the door. It was Jack. They shot apart, and smoothed out their clothes.

    "Sydney, follow me."

    * * *

    Sydney followed Jack back to the cells. They came to some security guards. Jack pulled out his I.D. card and motioned for Sydney to do the same. She dug through her jogging pouch and held it up for the guard to see.

    "She's here to see Derevko. Make it a short visit." Jack said to the guard. The guard nodded and placed his hand on a pad. Sydney watched as it scanned his hand and then opened the first of three gates. Sydney started after the guard, but was pulled back.

    "Sydney, you know that I do not want you talking to Derevko. She's dangerous, and I think that I would know." Jack said. Sydney could see worry in his eyes.


    "Sydney, please. Just be careful." Jack turned and walked away. Sydney was about to go after him, when she heard the guard clear his throat.

    "Oh, sorry!" Sydney jogged up to him and followed him through the rest of the gates.

    "So who is it this time? It better not be Kendall or I'll..." Sydney stopped short. Her mother appeared on the other side of the glass. "Sydney? Is that really you?"

    Sydney frowned. "No. You will only address me as Agent Bristow. NOTHING else. Understand?"

    Irina stood there with a blank face.

    "Do you understand?"

    "Yes, Agent Bristow." Sydney could sense a hint of sarcasm in her mother's voice, but she decided to continue.

    "Further more, you will only answer the questions that I ask. No silly
    questions or anything. Got it?"

    "Yes, Agent Bristow."

    "AND you will NOT treat my fellow co-workers poorly. Do you understand?"

    "Sydney, I know where the clock is."

    "Wha...what?" Sydney stammered.

    "I said I know where the clock is."

    Sydney crossed her arms. "I thought you were to respond to me as Agent Bristow and only answer the questions I ask."


    "But...why should I listen to you?"

    "Because I'm your mother, that's why!" Irina yelled, banging on the window. Sydney turned to the guard, her hands shaking. "I'm through."
  9. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 8

    Sydney gazed over the ocean. Vaughn and Sydney were on a mission to France to retrieve the Rambaldi clock. Sydney propped her head up against the pillow, and fell asleep.

    * * * FLASHBACK * * *

    "How could you EVER talk to my daughter that way?" Jack screamed at Irina Derevko.

    "I don't know what you are talking about Jack," Irina said calmly, sitting down on the hard tile in her cell.

    "You are NOT her mother. if you were her mother, you wouldn't have faked your death and betrayed our family and our country."

    Irina rolled her eyes. "You want the clock, don't you?"

    "Yes.......but that's not the point."

    "Ah......I know you want it. So, I'm going to tell you."

    "Who said I wanted to know where it is?"

    Irina stood up and walked to the glass that separated them. "Jack, I know you too well. You get this look on your face when you talk to me about one subject, yet you want to talk about something else too."

    "You wouldn't know a single thing about me." Jack began to walk away.

    "The clock is in France. At a collector's house. Pierre-Louis Lefèvre is his name. He lives in Paris. It's in his house. He was a former contact of mine," Irina explained.

    Jack frowned, "How can I trust you?"

    "You don't have to. It's totally up to you. That's what having the power of freedom is all about."

    Jack started to walk away again. "If you want to listen to me, I'll be available to talk."

    * * * END OF FLASHBACK * * *

    "Syd…..Syd, we’re here!" Sydney woke up. Vaughn was standing over her, shaking her.

    "Oh, sorry!" Sydney grabbed her bags and followed Vaughn out to the terminal.

    * * *

    Sydney and Vaughn got into their car. "Sydney, we first have to stop and change into Mr. and Mrs. Eaton."

    "Ok." Sydney said as they pulled into a gas station. They went into separate bathrooms and came out looking completely different.
    Sydney came out with long, curly, light brown hair and blue contacts. Vaughn came out with red hair and green contacts. "Mr. Eaton!"

    "Shall we go, Adrianne?"

    "Yes we shall, Benjamin." Sydney let Vaughn escort her into the car and they drove away to the hotel that they were staying in.

    * * *

    Sydney walked into the bathroom. It was around 4 o'clock in France. She had to get ready for the mission later in the evening. She pulled out of her suitcase, a make-up bag, a wig, a dress, and a pair of shoes. She slipped into the light blue dress. It had little white flowers all over it. It had very thin straps. How is this ever going to stay on? She slipped on the matching blue shoes. She looked at herself in the mirror.

    "Man, I wish I always looked like this," Sydney said. Then, she put her wig on. It was light brown with blonde highlights. It was long and curly. She made sure that all the pins would hold it on.

    Meanwhile, Vaughn was getting ready in the other bathroom. He had just finished dying his hair a dark red. He got dressed in a nice green shirt and a khaki colored suit. Vaughn finished his new appearance by putting in a pair of green contact lenses.

    "Vaughn! I can’t figure out how to put these contacts in," He heard Sydney call from the other room. He poked his head out of the bathroom. "Wait….never mind! I got it!"

    Sydney walked out of the bathroom, all dressed in blue. Even her eyes were a dark blue. Vaughn struggled to keep himself from drooling. "Wow! You look….."

    "What? Ravishing? I know! And you, you look absolutely handsome. And thanks, Ben." Sydney winked at him. Vaughn felt his cheeks redden. "Do you think that make-up is too much?"

    Vaughn scanned her face. She had light blue eye shadow with dark brown mascara and eyeliner. On her lips was a light coat of pink lip gloss. "For Sydney, yes. For Adrianne, absolutely not."

    "Oh…..thank you Ben darling! Now, what are we going to do with all this extra time?" Sydney asked, plopping down on the couch.

    "We can look over the tech that Andy sent for us? Vaughn pulled out a small black bag. He emptied the contents onto the table. He picked out a white flower pin.

    "For me?"

    "Yes, it's your camera. The little center is the lens. You activate it using this button on the bracelet." He handed her the pin and a bracelet. It was white with a small flower charm on it. She found the button in the center of the charm.

    "Cool! Andy is always coming up with great gadgets." Sydney exclaimed, putting the pin on her dress and the bracelet on her wrist.

    "Now here are the earpieces." Vaughn handed her a tan piece that fitted into her ear. "You just touch it to turn it off and on." Both of them carefully placed the pieces into their ears.

    "Shouldn't I have something to turn off the security cameras and descramble the code to get into the vault?"

    "Yes you should." Vaughn handed her a white cell phone. "To turn off the cameras, you dial 793, or Syd, and to descramble the code, you dial 236, or Ben."


    "Very. Now here is your purse." Vaughn handed her a white bag with a matching wallet inside.

    Sydney got up. "I'm gonna go fill my wallet with some money and add a few more things to my bag."

    "Syd, you wanna go get something to eat before we go?"

    "Sure, I'd like that."

    * * *

    "Merci!" Sydney said to the waiter as he cleared the table. Sydney looked at Vaughn, "Merci to you to! The food was GREAT! I'm guessing you've been here before?"

    "Yes. When Alice and I took a week vacation, we ate here." Vaughn wiped his mouth one more time.

    "Alice?" Sydney asked, suspiciously.

    "Alice, my girlfriend. I know I told you about her."

    Sydney couldn't breath for a moment. "Yes, you told me. I'm sorry, I must have forgotten."

    Vaughn could tell that Sydney was uncomfortable. No, I didn't tell her. I shouldn't have said anything. "Let's go!"

    * * *

    Sydney and Vaughn waited patiently as the limo driver came to open the door for them. The driver offered Sydney his hand. She willingly took it, still angry at Vaughn and stepped out onto the pavement. Vaughn got out behind her.

    "Merci!" Vaughn said to the driver. He walked over to her and straightened his coat. "You ready, Adrianne?"

    "Why wasn't my name Alice? I mean, it would remind of her, wouldn't it?" Sydney said angrily. She began to walk ahead of him.

    "Syd.....I mean Adrianne, WAIT!" Vaughn grabbed her arm. "We broke up a year ago and then saw each other at a party. We aren't really close, it's just she's having a hard time and all, and she needed someone right now."

    "Vaughn.....I mean Ben, I don't need an explanation. Who even said I was mad?"


    "Let's go then."
  10. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 9

    Sydney and Vaughn walked up to the mansion. Sydney rang the doorbell. A few moments later, a big man in a suit opened the door.

    "Hello! We are the Eatons, I’m Ben and this is my wife Adrianne." The man checked his list and nodded.

    "Come on in!" He opened the door wider for them. Sydney smiled at the man. Once they got inside the house, Sydney wrinkled her nose. There was a small band playing classical type music. There were about 20 couples on the dance floor. There were several butlers in tuxedos taking drink orders. One of them walked up to Sydney and Vaughn.

    "Would you like something to drink?"

    "Yes, I’ll have a champagne and my husband will have….."

    "A red wine please."

    "Be back in moment, but while you’re waiting, you can sit down at a table and enjoy some of the snacks." He pointed a small table for two. There was an arrangement of snacks.

    "Merci!" Vaughn said. Sydney reluctantly slipped her arm into his and followed him to a table.

    "I still don’t see why you’re still mad at me," Vaughn said, concentrating on picking a few brightly colored cream puffs.

    "Whoever gave you the idea that I was mad at you?" Sydney asked, toying with her crab cake on her plate.

    Vaughn shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if I had just met you, I would have known something was wrong."

    "Alright. I surrender. You caught me. So what, I’m a little upset that you didn’t tell me you were seeing her again."

    "Well excuse me for keeping my personal life hidden from you."

    "Well I just thought that since we work together and are so close, you just would have told me, that’s all."

    Vaughn gave her a look of sympathy, "Look, can we just get over it and go dance?"

    Sydney was about to shoot a rude remark back, but figured that it was no use and it would go on forever, "Alright, if you insist."

    Sydney walked out onto the dance floor. She placed one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand. He placed his free hand on her back. Vaughn gulped. "Ben, your hands are sweating. Are you ok?’

    "I am fine, Adrianne, I just do not dance much," Vaughn said. His heart raced when she laid her head on his shoulder. He pulled her closer to him as they swept across the dance floor.

    They seemed to be floating across the floor in their own little world, forgetting the fight that they had earlier. It all stopped when the band stopped playing. Sydney and Vaughn broke apart, and began clapping with everyone else. Then, a small man walked up onto the stage.

    "Thank you everyone for joining me tonight for my party!" Sydney and Vaughn guessed that it was Pierre-Louis Lefèvre. Everyone clapped for him as he walked off the stage, right to Sydney and Vaughn.

    "Well, I wouldn’t be much of a host if I didn’t greet all my guests!" Pierre-Louis Lefèvre exclaimed.

    "We’re the Eatons. I’m Ben and this is my wife, Adrianne." Vaughn said, shaking the man’s hand.

    "It’s my pleasure to have you here!" He took Sydney’s right hand and kissed it. "Thank you for coming!"

    "No, thank you!" Sydney said, smiling politely. Then, he walked away.

    "You ready?" Vaughn asked.

    "As ready as I’ll ever be!" Sydney pretended to play with the charm on her bracelet, but instead, she was really turning on the camera. She touched the earpiece in her ear, and watched Vaughn do the same.

    Vaughn walked over to Pierre-Louis Lefèvre and began talking to him. He was supposed to distract him while Sydney went to find the clock.

    Sydney heard the men laughing. She rolled her eyes and headed towards the stairs. She glanced around to see if anyone was following her. No one was so she ran up. She heard Vaughn and Lefèvre laughing and talking through her earpiece. She ran through the hallway, trying to locate the room where the clock was in. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed 793. That turned off all the security cameras. She found the room and carefully picked the lock and let herself in.

    She looked around for a painting of a garden. When she found it, she slid it to the side and found the safe. Sydney pulled out the cell phone again and dialed 236. The lock began spinning around and finally it opened. She heard a door slam outside in the hallway. She quickly located the clock and stuffed it into her purse. Then, she locked the safe up and ran out the door.

    "Boyscout, I’m brining the pot to the kitchen." Sydney said into her earpiece. That was their code phrase to let Vaughn know that she had the clock.

    "Copy that Mountaineer. I’ll meet you at the limo."

    Sydney ran through the hallway. All of a sudden, a guard popped out of a room. "Freeze!" He called.
    "You’re not supposed to be up here."

    Sydney smiled. "Oh, I’m not? I’m sorry, I got lost trying to find the bathroom and I can’t find my way back to the party. Will you help me get back to the party?" Sydney said in her sweetest voice possible.

    "Yes, of course."

    "What a dear!"

    Sydney began walking next to him when suddenly, she was knocked off her feet. Another guard had come up behind them and knocked her down. "So, who are you working for?"

    "What?" Sydney gasped. Shoot, I've been made! "I don’t know what you are talking about!"

    "Right," The first guard brought his hand down on her head. Sydney was knocked out.
  11. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 10

    Sydney woke up. She was tied to a chair. She groaned. Her head hurt so badly. She saw another figure across the room, tied up as well. Sydney figured it was Vaughn. "Vaughn, is that you?"

    "Yes, Adrianne dear." Vaughn said sarcastically. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Somehow Lefèvre knew we were coming! Do you still have your purse?"

    "No, I don’t even know where we are!"

    "Well, all I know is that we have to get out of here!"

    Sydney looked at him funny, "Well no duh!"

    Vaughn raised his eyebrows. "Well I’m sorry if I’m not doing enough! It’s not like I can do much being tied to a chair and all."

    "Oh, how sweet. The Eatons are fighting!" Lefèvre walked in the room. "Did you really think you’d get away with stealing my clock? I don’t think so."

    Lefèvre snapped his fingers. The 2 guards that had knocked Sydney out, walked in carrying 2 buckets full of water. "Well, if you won’t tell me who you are working for, you’ll have to pay the price."
    The guards placed one bucket in front of Vaughn and Sydney. "Ladies first!" One of the guards laughed. He untied Sydney and held her head over the bucket. She struggled to get away from him, but his hold on her was too tight.

    "Well? It’s your last chance before your girlfriend here gets dumped." Lefèvre cackled evilly. Vaughn gave one look of sympathy to her.

    "Well, I’ve suffered much worse than this!" Sydney murmured to herself. She took a deep breath and waited until her head was plunged into the bucket.

    The water was ice cold. The guard brought her head up and didn’t even let her have a chance to take a breath before he dunked her again. He kept repeating the same thing over and over again. Vaughn had to look away. He couldn’t do anything to help her and he couldn’t bear to watch either.

    Finally, the guard threw Sydney to the ground, leaving her weak, out of breath, and coughing up water. "Now your turn," Lefèvre said to Vaughn. The second guard did the same thing to Vaughn, over and over. Finally Lefèvre ordered his men to follow him out of the room.

    "So, that wasn’t so bad, huh Syd?" Vaughn said, coughing up the last bit of water. "Syd?"

    Sydney lay there motionless. Vaughn tried to get to his feet, but was still too weak. He rested for a few minutes then forced himself to get up. He went over to the window. They were on the third floor. He searched around the room and found a parachute. "Dumb Lefèvre obviously didn’t know how capable Michael Vaughn can be."

    He pried the window open and started to grab Sydney, but then realized that they still needed the clock. He found her bag by the door. "Well we know now that Lefèvre is very dumb!" He grabbed the bag and Sydney. He heard voices outside in the hall.

    "Come on Syd, wake up!" Vaughn slapped her cheeks lightly. Oh man, this is not good. Vaughn put the harness on and strapped Sydney in too. He climbed up to the window and jumped out, releasing the parachute.

    Back in the room, he heard Lefèvre and his guards yelling. They had obviously noticed that Sydney and Vaughn had left. Once they reached the ground, Vaughn carried Sydney as quickly as he could to the limo.

    "Back to the hotel please, and step on it!" Vaughn called.

    * * *

    Vaughn paced the waiting room at the nearest hospital. The doctors still wouldn’t let anyone see Sydney. Vaughn had called Jack and Jack was on his way. Oh man! I hope she’s ok.

    "Agent Vaughn, you can see Ms. Bristow now." A nurse said.

    "Thank you!" Vaughn said. He started walking to room 14, but heard someone calling his name. He turned around to see Jack Bristow running at him.

    "Where is Sydney?" Jack said out of breath.

    "She’s in room 14, I’m headed there right now."

    Jack nodded his head. "Do you mind if I see her first?"

    "Go ahead Jack. I’ve waited over 3 hours, I can wait longer." Vaughn laughed.

    Jack gave him a sarcastic smile and walked fast to room 14. There was a doctor in there putting an IV in her arm. He smiled when Jack came in. "I assume that you are Mr. Bristow?" Jack nodded. "Your daughter is going to be just fine. She might need to stay a few days, but she will recover."

    "What do you mean? What’s wrong with her?" Jack asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

    "We think that there might have been a chemical in the water that made her this way. She would’ve been ok if it was just plain water."

    Jack frowned, "So what do you mean? That my daughter is poisoned?’

    "Possibly. Mr. Vaughn did not have any of the reactions that Sydney had. She has had a fever of 102.3 for a few hours, and she’s been sweating, and she’s been asleep for awhile. I just took a blood sample and I’m going to take it to the lab right now. I’ll let you know if there is anything wrong with it."

    "Alright." Jack gave up trying to argue with the doctor.

    "You can talk to her now. Only one person at a time, so tell Mr. Vaughn to come in when you’re done." The doctor left the room. Jack walked over to the bed and carefully sat down on the side.

    "Dad? Is that you?" Sydney said, her voice dry and raspy.

    "Yes honey, it’s me," Jack brushed away the loose hair on her face, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

    "Dad, am I gonna be ok?" Sydney asked. Her eyes started to fill with tears.

    "Yes, of course you will." Jack said, stroking her hair.

    "Dad, I know there’s another part to it."
    "Why don’t you let Agent Vaughn fill you in." Jack kissed her one more time and walked out of the room. She heard Vaughn and her dad talking in low voices. Finally, after a few minutes had passed, Vaughn walked in.

    "Hey Syd! How are you?"

    "Vaughn, what’s gonna happen to me? Dad wouldn’t tell me."

    Vaughn sat down in a chair near the bed. "Syd, they think that there might have been some chemicals in the water. You might have to stay here for a couple days."

    "But what about you?"

    "Well, I didn’t have any of the symptoms that you did, and they already ran my blood. They’re doing yours now. I’m sorry Syd, but if there is something wrong with you, I’ll do anything to keep you from getting to sick."
  12. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    Chapter 11

    Vaughn went back out to the waiting area to let Sydney rest.

    "So how did she take it?" Jack asked.

    "Ok. Better than I thought. I think that she’s too tired to process the whole thing." Vaughn explained. Just then, the doctor walked up to Vaughn and Jack.

    "Excuse, Agent Vaughn, and Agent Bristow?" The doctor said. "We did find a chemical in her blood."

    "Well? Is she gonna be ok or not?" Jack fumed.

    The doctor shook his head. "It should be ok for the first few days, but she might not make it."

    Jack nodded as the doctor walked away.

    * * *

    Vaughn walked up to the glass that separated Irina and him. Jack walked over next to Vaughn. "We need your help."

    "What is it this time?"

    "Sydney is in trouble." Vaughn said, worry creasing in his forehead.

    "What, what is it?"

    Jack took a deep breath. "While on the mission to recover the clock, Lefèvre tortured her."

    "Ah, using the water in the bucket way, I assume." Irina crossed her arms.

    "Yes. There was a chemical inside the water and she might die at any moment."

    Irina hesitated for a moment. "Yes, I will help you. I will need a computer, though. I need to do research and….."

    "Granted. I’ll be right back." Jack turned around and walked away. Vaughn began to walk away too.

    "Do you love her?’

    Vaughn turned around. "That is none of your business."

    "Do you love her? Answer me!"

    "I don’t know what you are talking about."

    "Don’t you fool me, Mr. Vaughn. I know that you love her, and that she loves you. You two are too stupid to realize it. You better say something before it’s too late."

    Jack just came back, when Vaughn started to walk away. Jack opened the cell and let Irina out. "Follow me."

    * * *

    Vaughn stared out the window. He, Jack, and Irina were on their way to retrieve the antidote for Sydney. Jack and Irina were arguing.

    "Would you just let me handle this one?" Irina yelled.

    "No, absolutely not! I’m not risking my daughter life in your hands." Jack called back. Vaughn rolled his eyes.

    "I have a suggestion. Why don’t we all work together and get it done fast?"

    Irina smiled. "I like the way this boy thinks!"

    Jack sighed. "Alright. We have 5 hours until we land in Russia." He turned to Irina. "So the antidote will be at Khasinau’s house?"

    "Yes. Khasinau sold the chemical to Lefèvre years ago. Khasinau will have the antidote." Irina said, sitting down on the airplane chair.

    "I suggest we get some rest. It’ll be a while ‘til we land."

    * * *

    Vaughn was jerked awake. Jack was shaking his shoulders. "Come on, Agent Vaughn! We’re here!"

    Vaughn sat up and rubbed his eyes. Their private jet had landed and they were in Russia. Vaughn followed Irina and Jack to a big SUV. They all piled in. Jack started the engine and sped away, leaving a cloud of dust behind them.

    * * *

    Jack stopped the car at a huge mansion. Vaughn only assumed that it was Khasinau’s and that they were going in now. The three of them got out of the car and huddled around each other.

    "Now, what we are going to do is go in, raid the house for the antidote and blow it up."

    Vaughn nodded. They each put on a black outfit, each carrying guns, except for Irina.

    "Jack, what am I to do if we are attacked?"

    Jack frowned. "I don’t know. Use your martial arts skills."

    Vaughn hesitantly grabbed a pistol and more bullets to reload it. He also grabbed a bomb and detonator,

    "You ready?" Jack asked.

    Vaughn and Irina nodded.

    "Then let’s go." Jack placed a small firework in the middle of the driveway and set it off. It whistled and crackled, causing a loud noise in the silence of the night,

    Vaughn heard guards yelling as they ran out to see what all the commotion was all about. Vaughn, Jack, and Irina ran through the gates and towards the house. Irina stopped them.

    "There’s a series of secret passages throughout the house, It’ll be safer to use them."

    "How do I know that you are just going to lead us into a trap?" Jack asked.

    "Stop being so stubborn! She’s my daughter too you know and I think that I would want to save her and….."

    "But how do I know that you will just lead us into some trap or get us killed or lead us into a wild goose chase?’

    "Jack! I love Sydney. We all do. I know this place better than you and I think you should let me decide! Especially since you won’t let me carry a gun." Irina whispered. "Follow me."

    Vaughn sighed and followed Irina towards the back of the house. Man Syd, you better thank me for this and all I have to go through!

    Irina led them to the back yard. There was a wall covered in ivy. She began searching through it. "Aha!" Se cried as the wall turned, leading them into a hallway.

    "Good work!" Vaughn called. He pulled out a flashlight and shone the light through the tunnel. He handed it to Irina as she walked down the passageway. The wall turned back to its original state, leaving the tunnel pitch black.
  13. freelancer2bootcamp

    freelancer2bootcamp Rocket Ranger

    Dec 24, 2002
    dont worry guys! this is still the same story with some corrections. i still need help with my next story. heres what i have so far.

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    syd and vaughn leave the cia. they get married and have a baby. and irina and jack get back together, maybe even get married again. i dont want her to be bad! when the child is 6, sloane captures it, intending to recruit it to his new organization. then, sloane recruits alice when she is upset that he broke up with her after vaughn saved syd's life. then syd, vaughn, irina, and jack have to go on a mission to rescue the child. will they get her back in time before its too late?

    * * *

    thats all i have. i need more info, like how they get her back and whatever you can think of. i even need a title. id appreciate it so much! :)

    <3, Kailyn
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    ugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im havin trouble thinkin of good ideas for chapter 11. dont get mad if its not posted today. im workin hard! ill just keep chuggin away at it and hopefully finish it tonight! i wanna start my next book soon, but i still need to finish this one first. I NEED IDEAS FOR MY NEXT BOOK PEOPLE! IS THIS MESSAGE NOT CLEAR ENOUGH!?!?! im sorry. i have said that like a million times and nobody has given me any. :(

    <3, Kailyn
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    im home sick today. :( hopefully i feel better by tomorrow. and hopefully i finish chapter 11 and maybe 12 today. :D hoping hoping! i have a horrible cough and runny nose, and sore throat and i got the whole thing. ugh! :mad: atleast i can get some rest. im gonna work on chapter 11 right now and post it asap! :) i hope i feel better. atleast while im home, i can work on it cause if i were at school, i would have stupid sat 9s and wouldnt be able to work on it. i might rest later, :sleep: but ill try to post as much as i can today.

    <3, Kailyn

    ps- i dont like to be SICK! :mad:
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    Yay! ima field agent! finally! am i the ONLY one posting in here? awwwwwwww.......... :( so sad! ive been psoting like a maniac lately and i guess it pays off.
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    Chapter 12

    Irina led Vaughn and Jack through many twists and turns. Finally, the tunnel ended. There was only a wooden door at the end. She went over and fiddled with the handle. It opened up to be a lock. She turned it a few times and finally, the door opened.

    "See? No traps." Irina said calmly. She walked through the door to a closet. She opened up the closet door into a bedroom. There, standing in the middle of the doorway, was a Russian guard.

    "Irina Derevko?" He said.

    "Ivan Sokolov?" She asked.

    "We thought you were dead." He said, pointing a gun at Jack and Vaughn. "Who are they?"

    Irina turned around to face them. "Play along." She whispered.

    "Well?" Sokolov said.

    "I caught them wandering around outside and decided to bring them to you. I didn’t want to disturb anyone, so I used this passageway."

    "Aha. Trespassers. I handle them." Ivan grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

    Irina put her hand out. "No, Ivan. Let me handle it." She placed her hand on his gun and slowly pushed his hand down. Then, she yanked the gun from his hand and shot him, leaving him lying on the floor, dead.

    "Well, now. We can’t just leave him here." Irina said, shaking her head. "Jack, be a dear and help me move him into the passageway." Jack and Irina dragged the man into the passageway and shut the doors.

    "I thought you said there weren’t any traps." Vaughn asked.

    "I did."

    "Oh." Vaughn said, pulling the gun from her hands.

    "Let her have it." Jack ordered. Vaughn gave it back.

    "Thank you Jack." Irina said. "Let’s go."

    * * *

    Irina hurried through the house with Vaughn and Jack following. Finally, Irina stopped at a doorway. "This was Khasinau’s room. He kept everything in close possession in here."

    Irina led them into a large bedroom. Irina pushed herself up against the wall and slid across it gently. There was a security camera in the corner. Irina pulled out a pair of clippers and clipped the wires that turned the camera on.

    "We have to hurry!" Irina whispered. "The guards will suspect something is going on up here and will come check it out."

    Jack and Vaughn nodded. "Where is it?" Jack asked.

    "It should be behind….." Irina started walking around the room. She stopped at a picture on the wall. "This picture."

    "Man, everyone uses the ‘safe behind the picture frame’ these days. Shouldn’t it be a little more hidden?" Vaughn asked, studying the picture.

    "Yes, actually." Irina said, moving the picture out of place. Behind it was a computer screen. She pulled out a keyboard and began typing. "Darn, he’s changed the password. No worries."

    Jack paced nervously as Vaughn watched the door for guards. After a few minutes, there was low rumbling noise. The bed began to move to the right. There was a secret passage under it.

    "Oh. Nevermind." Vaughn laughed.

    Irina climbed down the passage and came up a few moments later, holding a small bottle.

    "Got it!" She called. Irina placed it in one of her many pockets.

    "Um…..guys, we got company." Vaughn called. Several guards came running down the hall. Irina stuck her head outside the door.

    "There she is!" One of them called.

    "Oh, great!" Irina mumbled. She pulled out her gun, but not quick enough. One of the guards grabbed her and threw her against the wall.

    "FREEZE!" Another yelled to Vaughn. Vaughn put his hands up. He made sure he still had his gun in his boot.

    "Alright, you caught me." Vaughn snickered.

    "Haha, we all need a good laugh," said the guard who threw Irina.

    Jack came out to see what all the commotion was.

    "Irina Derevko. We never thought that we would see your face again." The guard said, kicking her. She winced.

    "I never thought that I’d be back here again." She said painfully.

    The guard laughed. "We heard the CIA had you in prison."

    "Well, I actually turned myself in, but there is no big difference."
    The guard pointed his gun to her chest. "Say goodbye, ‘cause it’s the last time you’ll say it."

    "NO!" Jack called as a trigger was pulled.
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    well, there is some of chapter 12. ill work on it later. im gonna go rest :sleep: . im really tired. i PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE ill work on it soon. eNjOy! :D
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    Chapter 13

    Irina gasped. Jack was the one who pulled the trigger and shot the guard. Before any of the other guards could react, Jack and Vaughn began to shoot them. They were weak compared to the duo. When all the guards were down, Jack hurried over to Irina.

    "I thought I would loose you again!" Jack said.

    "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just out there for my country." Irina said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

    "Yeah yeah. This is real touchy, but I think that we should probably get moving. I don’t want to run into to any more guards. You know what it mean?" Vaughn asked.

    Jack nodded and helped Irina up. "Let’s go!" He cried. The three of them ran out of the house and to their car. The sped back to t he jet and back to the United States to save Sydney.

    * * *

    Vaughn stared out the window. Only a few more hours until we get back.

    "Mr. Vaughn?" Irina asked, pulling him out of his daydream.

    "Yes?" Vaughn asked.

    "Do you love my daughter?"

    Vaughn hesitated. "Yes, I do."

    "Take this. It was my mothers. She wore it on her wedding day."

    Vaughn took a small box out of her hands. Inside was a diamond ring. "I don’t know what to say."

    "Say ‘I love you’. My daughter deserves the best, and I believe that you are the best." Irina embraced Vaughn in a hug. At first he was shocked, but then accepted it and hugged her back.
    "Thank you." Vaughn whispered.

    * * *

    Back at the hospital. Vaughn waited patiently as Irina talked to Sydney. I had been a week after Sydney got the antidote and she was doing much better. Kendall had let Irina out of the CIA custody, and Jack and Irina were back together.

    Vaughn had waited until Sydney was better to propose. He had rehearsed it over and over again. He had even listened to some advice from Weiss. Finally, Irina emerged with a big smile on her face.

    "Go get ‘em tiger." She whispered to Vaughn as he stood up. Vaughn smiled and headed towards Sydney’s room.

    He walked in. The room was filled with balloons and flowers from all the fellow CIA workers. He saw Sydney, resting in bed, with her eyes closed.

    "Syd?" He called.

    "Hey!" She said, slowly opening her eyes. "How are you?"

    "I’m good. The important thing is that you are ok. I would never have forgiven myself if you weren’t." He said. He placed his hands in his pockets, feeling around for the ring.

    "You saved my life, Michael."

    Vaughn’s heart stopped. "What did you call me?"

    "Michael. Isn’t that your name?" Sydney said weakly.

    "Yes, but you have always called me Vaughn."

    Sydney laughed. "Yes, until now."

    "But why now?" Vaughn asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.

    "Because someone talked me into it."

    Only her mother would have done something like that. Vaughn thought.

    "Syd…..there is something I have to tell you, and I need to do it now."

    Sydney stopped him. "Me first." She said. "Vaughn, I love you."


    Sydney smiled. "You heard me."

    Vaughn pulled out the ring. "Sydney, will you marry me?"

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