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Chapter Four: Panic
About five minutes after Vaughn left the pool Sydney began to worry. Where could he be, she wondered. How long does it take men to go to the bathroom? She decided that she’d wait another minute or two before getting someone to go look for him.
The seconds ticked by seeming like an eternity. Finally after about a minute, she couldn’t take it anymore. Her heart was pounding with worry. Where could he be?
She quickly swam to the side of the pool, which proved harder than normal because he feet and legs felt like lead. Once she managed to get out of the pool, she grabbed her towel and rushed over to a male pool attendant.
“Excusez-moi Monsieur?*”
“Oui madame?”
Sydney continued in French, “My husbands been in the bathroom for longer than usual and I’m afraid that he might be sick. Would you please check for me?” She tried to smile, but only managed a small one because of the amount of worry building up inside her.
“Sure. Please follow me.”
They retraced his steps exactly, the whole time Sydney was hoping against hope that he would be in there.
Once they arrived in front of the men’s room, the pool attendant opened the bathroom door and went in. A moment later he came out again with a worried expression. “Je suis desole, mais il n’est personne aux toilettes.**”
“Are you sure that you checked every possible place?” Sydney said trying to keep the panic from her voice.
“Je pense, mais si vous voudrais j’y vais encore…***”
“Non, ce n’est pas necessaire. Merci.”
The pool attendant turned around and walked back to the pool. Sydney’s emotions started to build and explode with every passing second. At first she wanted to cry, for she was so worried about him. Then her panic stricken sadness turned into anger and contempt. Finally, she aggressively walked back up to their hotel room, grabbed her cell phone, and called the CIA.
“Hello?” Weiss answered after two rings.
“Vaughn is missing. I think he’s been captured,” Sydney said so quickly and incoherently that all Weiss heard was “Vaughn” and then panicky noises coming from the other end of the line.
“Sydney? Hold on. You’ve got to slow down. I can’t understand a thing you just said.”
At this point Sydney was back to being on the verge of tears. “He’s been taken,” she said trying to calm her voice.
“What?! Holy felgercarb! Okay Sydney, stay right where you are. I’m going to get Kendall and call you back as soon as I get him on the line. You’re on your cell right?”
“Yah.”
“Okay Sydney. Everything is going to be all right,” Weiss said more to reassure himself than anybody else.
“Bye.” And then Sydney hung up.
Ring. Ring. Sydney jumped as her cell phone rang in her hands. Weiss couldn’t be calling back that quickly, could he, Sydney thought. She quickly pressed the “talk” button and answer the call. “Hello?”
“Hello Miss Bristow, or should I say Mrs. Vaughn?” a distinct male voice came over the phone. Sark.
*Excuse me sir?
Yes ma’am.
**I’m sorry, but no one is in the bathroom.
***I think, but if you want I’ll go in again…
No, that won’t be necessary. Thank you.
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