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02 February 2007 @ 12:56 pm
I had waited before I called her again, and told her that if she wanted the password, she had to add a keylogger, which I eventually got to her.

This was her first mission with the CIA, and as her handler, it was mandatory I be there when it happens. She was outfitted with SD-6 Communicators, and...a very nice dress. Damn...It was purple, and short, and totally fit in with everyone at the party.

I watched her work with her partner, Dixon, to retrieve the disc.

I couldnt believe what I was seeing.

((Go for it))
01 February 2007 @ 10:51 am
After my classes were done for the day, I returned back home to my apartment, knowing francie wouldn't be home.

Almost immediately, I grabbed the compact out of my bag and looked at it.
This is so cool.

I decided to get a shower, but I didn't want to risk the chance of Agent Vaughn contacting me and not hearing it, so bringing the compact into the bathroom, I set it down on the sink. At least it would fit into that setting. Opening it up, I took the chip from inside and placed it into my CIA phone I received the other day. I was actually really excited for my first mission with the CIA. Anything to take down SD-6.

Turning the warm water on, I let it get to the temperature I liked before stepping in. The hot water was so relaxing after such a long day.

Not even five minutes into my nice, hot shower, the phone rang. I could tell it wasn't my home phone because it was a totally different ringer.

Quickly snatching a towel and throwing it around me, I jumped out of the shower and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?", I said in sort of an out of breath voice.

((open to vaughn heh))
24 January 2007 @ 06:34 pm
Sitting across from him, we both stared down at the SD-6 map in front of us. I still couldn't believe how insanely large it was. My impression was that it was a small based operation. Guess not.

"Alright, well I'll try to give you as much information about SD-6 as I can. Let's start here." I pointed to a cell that I was more comfortable with. The St. Petersburg, Russia cell. I sighed, grabbing a piece of paper.

Immediately I began scribbling down names of russian operatives that I knew of who had contacts within SD-6. Then I proceeded to writing down more from the cell in Paris, France, where I had also been sent on for several missions.

By the time I was done, the paper had about thirty names written on it and I could see agent vaughn's face light up with surprise.

Pushing the paper in front of him I took another deep sigh.

"Here. These are the names of all the foreign operatives that I know of who have contacts within all SD-6. There has to be more, but that's all I have for right now." I smiled at him.

"What's our next move?" I asked, shifting to a more comfortable position in the chair.

((go ahead lovely :]))
22 January 2007 @ 07:28 pm
I ran my hand through my brown hair. I took two deep breaths and I waited.

I just put the phone down with Devlin, and the Bristow file was on it's way to my office. I was worried about her not being accepted. But it shouldnt bother me. She was a potential threat, as all walkins were. I wondered about her, and then I looked at my watch. 6:30pm. I looked at my moniter, which I had shut off, and realized that I was supposed to be leaving. I could read the file tomorrow morning. I was supposed to meet Alice. And yet...

Weiss Entered. "Hey Vaughn. Got this from Devlin. What is it?"

"The Bristow File."

"Oh! Can I read it as well?"

I was just looking for one word, that was all I cared about. I opened the file, and a note fell out. I skimmed the note.

Dear Mr. Vaughn...Sydney Bristow...

I didnt catch the word I was looking for. I picked it up and tried again. Weiss grabbed the rest of the file.

...has been verified, and her claims have been accepted as fact by the CIA. Please...


Why was I so thilled?

I picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Reroute through information, untraceable. Yes. Sydney Bristow...Oh. Impossible? Sorry about that."

I looked at Weiss. There must be SOME way to get the message to her? Weiss was busy reading the file, though.


Jack Bristow, as I was to learn later, approached Sydney at her Fiance (Ex-Fiance?)'s Grave. He explained his double agent status, and he gave her her new CIA phone.

I wish I had been there to do it myself.


I picked up the phone myself one day and I called her.

"10 minutes, Blood Donor Van, Outside the university."

And I was waiting, yet again.
Current Mood: busy
17 January 2007 @ 08:24 pm
Looking into the eyes of a man I thought I had known, all I could feel was disappointment and anger towards him. My father. I couldn't even begin to think of him as that anymore. I just wanted to run, far far away. Away from this life, somewhere where they would never find me. That's only me dreaming though. I knew I could never run, even if I wanted to. They would eventually find me. They would always find me.

Stepping out of the car, the last words I said to him were ringing loud in my ears. I wouldn't take them back, though. I really meant what I said to him. I couldn't believe he never told me. How could he have kept this from me for so long? Even if we don't have such a strong relationship. I didn't understand. I still don't understand. All I know is the one thing I have to do now.

Walking into the huge silver doors, I almost gasped at what I saw. The real CIA. Not like SD-6 who 'pretended' and still pretends that's who they are. Coming up to the front desk, I addressed myself and at once, I was taken back to see Devlin, the director.

The first thing he had me do was to go through the agent application which wasn't exactly the shortest pile of papers. I sat there, not looking up but still hearing people go in and out around me, the pen in my hand not stopping from its swift movements on the paper.

Another man came into the room, one I hadn't seen yet. He was actually kinda cute, in his tall, agenty sort of way. One quick glance up at him lasted only a second before my eyes were back on the papers in front of me.

After I was finished, I looked up at him staring at me.

"And you are...?" were my only words to him as he continued to give me the up and down stare.

Brushing some of my red wigs hair out of my face, my fat lip was finally visible. I winced at the pain as I tried to move my jaw into a comfortable position. I could see him looking at me to see if I was okay, so I just tried to smile, even though it pretty much killed with pain.

"I'll be fine."

Looking down at my lap and the table was the next thing I did. I didn't know what else to do right then. I just found out I had been lied to basically my entire life and everything I thought to be true, that I trusted to be true, turned out to all be lies. I just wanted to go home and cry into my pillow for the next two weeks...and have a lot of margaritas with francie. That sounds like a good plan.

((go ahead love =]))