I'm right here, in front of my computer. Yay, I'm a rookie! Anyway, Freelancer, it's great! I appreciate any help. And now that you've pulled me out of my rut, chapter 11!
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Chapter 11
LA
Vaughn's POV
Vaughn got into his car, which Weiss was driving for him, blissfully unaware that he had just escaped death. He retrieved his spare cell phone( which he kept just in case he felt the urge to throw his main one into the Pacific), and dialed Sydney's cell phone. He heard it pick up.
"Sydney? Are you all right? Where are you?"
To his great suprise, a british accent we all know too well came over the line.
"Ahh, Mr. Vaughn. Obviously, this is not Sydney. She is fine, and is currently..... busy. Sydney is unavailable and can not come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the click"
The next thing Vaughn heard was the dial-tone ringing in his ear.
"That b@$t@rd!" Vaughn cursed. "Weiss, we're going to the CIA."
"I dunno about this......." Weiss said, turning the car. "Who's got you so rilled up, anyway?"
"Sark" Vaughn mutered through clenched teeth. "I think he has Sydney."
"Oh Sh*t." Weiss said, stepping on the gas. "Let's go."
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Now, my official announcement! *clears throat, shuffles papers* Freelancer is my co-author from now on! So, Freelancer, the ball's in your court!
~Crazy