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28 May 2007 @ 03:23 pm
Vaughn sat atop the building, binoculars pressed to his eyes. The Middle Eastern marketplace was bustling with activity and sounds, a godsend for them. He carefully trained his binoculars on Syd's carrier. He had seen her earlier, and if it weren't for her eyes, he would have never recognized her. But hopefully that was because he spent too much time staring at them, which Sark had not done.

The fine hairs on his neck bristled with apprehension. How old was this kid anyway? And how volatile? He had shot down the heads of the KGB in Hong Kong without a second thought. Where did he get off wielding so much power. The reprecussions of such a brash act would be immense, how could Khausinau even afford them?

Syd's voice crackled to life in his ear. "What have you got?"

"Sark's already in place. One man inside, and one at the gate next to one of ours. He stuck to the plan so far. If anything changes, we're ready." Vaughn informed her, his thoughts back on the mission. He didn't know what was worse, sitting at home at 3 AM nursing a cup of coffee or beer and waiting to hear she was dead or sitting here atop a roof, knowing exactly how much danger she was in. He was inclined to think the former, but occasionally, realities even shocked him.

"After you both test the merchandise, and make the switch, you'll go your separate ways." He said as she walked inside, his breath hitching in his throat.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on May 29th, 2007 02:56 am (UTC)
After you both test the merchandise, and make the switch, you'll go your separate ways.

His voice sounded in her ear and a small wave of relief came over her. This was easy. This was nothing. Sark had no idea. Everything would be fine.

Sydneys own thoughts echoed inside her head, almost to the point of actually distracting her from the mission at hand.

Confidently walking in with her head help up high, Sydney looked Sark square in the eye; She was loving the fact that he had no idea who she really was.

I thought we had an agreement that neither side would have the advantage.

"That 'is' the agreement." she replied, raising an eyebrow at him from across the table.

What the HELL was he getting at?

Then you have not lived up to it. You can see me, I cannot see you.

Sighing, she straightened herself up in the chair.

"You know who I represent." she said in a stern voice, loaded heavily with her faked accent.

Well, according to the broker, you are affiliated with the Raslak jihad. A noble cause, to be sure. And a group I respect for its dedication to the principles of ancient Kunta. When I heard of this, I volunteered for the assignment because as it turns out, I'm quite familiar with the Kunta use of the latajang. If you are who you claim to be, your skills with latajang should be unsurpassed.

Fuck. That bastard.

Suddenly, Vaughn's voice sounded loudly in her ear.

vaughnincognito on May 30th, 2007 01:30 am (UTC)
That little sonofabitch. Vaughn was going to strangle his blonde head. A LATAJANG? What the FUCK was a latajang? He vaguely remembered hearing of it, probably in one of those seminars that nobody listened to anyway. Damn, he was wishing he listened now. He would have comended the strategy, had it not been turned against them. He searched his memory, deadly, pronged, middle eastern weapon? One thing was for certain. Syd had no training in the use of a lata-thingy.

"A latajang? Sydney, stick to the plan!" He shouted loudly. There was no way in hell would he let her randomly pick up a new weapon and hope not to die. What worried him was on missions, she generally disregarded any of his warnings. Fortunately for her, she always managed to get away with it. However, now was not the time to contemplate the dynamics of their relationship.

"The agreement was clear. We meet and trade." Syd hedged. Vaughn stared intently at them, willing it to work.

"And we will, if you are who you say you are." Annoying british piece of shit! Then the implications set in.

"Sydney, is he asking you to fight him?!" Vaughn shouted, his temple pulsing with rage. Being on a mission was apparently just as bad as waiting. It wasn't so much as he didn't trust her as much as he was pretty sure that if she died, well, things would be practically apocolyptic. Okay, maybe he was "slightly" emotionally attached,

"Sydney, don't do this! Sydney!" Vaughn shouted harshly, wishing for once she would listen to him. This wasn't worth it. She should just run now. But then she took it. Fuck.

Trying once more, he shouted her name, worry and a touch of desperation carressed it. Oh dear god. She was going to fight. Vaughn could have sworn he felt his heart plummet.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on June 3rd, 2007 05:32 am (UTC)
Vaughn's voice rang through Sydney's ears, his pleading making it that much harder to stay focused on the task at hand.

Giving Sark an evil look, she stood up, bracing herself for what was coming.

Oh god.

Taking the latajang into her hands, they both bowed at each other, ready to fight.

Then they went.

A kick flew past her as Sydney held up her weapon to block Sark's quick blows. It didn't last long, though.

In one swift motion, she knocked him off his feet with her latajang, bringing the spear up close to his throat, making sure he knew who was in charge.

"Let's test the merchandise." she said firmly, way beyond the point of playing more games.

vaughnincognito on June 7th, 2007 09:47 pm (UTC)
{completely ooc: am I the only one that spent alot of time staring at Sark during this scene?}

Vaughn clung to his binoculars, his knuckles blanching white as his breath hitches in his throat. As the exchange finally emerged in Syd's favor, he visibly slumped before of feeling a surge of pride and admiration for the extremely capable and athletic woman. But they really had to have a talk about following orders one of these days. He scanned the crowd, returning to their exchange every so often. They each tested the liquid and the diamonds, but suddenly, he caught Dixon in the crowd.

"Sydney, it's Dixon! He's here!" Vaughn exclaimed in horror as both guards fell. He tracked her partner's progress as Sydney tried to close the deal with Sark.

"He's at the gate! Make the switch! I repeat, make the switch!" Vaughn firmly shouted, hoping she would listen. The legnths they were going to find her mother...

sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on June 7th, 2007 11:58 pm (UTC)
Sydney! It's Dixon! He's here!

Crap. Just greeaat.

Trying desperately to remain as composed as possible, Sydney smiled.

"I am satisfied. Do we have a deal?"

He's at the gate! Make the switch! I repeat, make the switch!


Finally reaching her patience level, she sat back, surveying Sark, praying that she would be able to do this.

Yes. We have a deal.

Jesus God. Finally.


About ready to do the switch, Sydney's actions were suddenly halted when an all too familiar voice rang through the air.

Hands in the air!

Sark raises his hands into the air, and doing the same, Sydney looks nonchalantly at Dixon, hoping to God that he didn't recognize her.

Where's the vial? I said, where's the vial?


vaughnincognito on June 24th, 2007 07:11 am (UTC)
Vaughn silently prayed in his head as the action unfolded in front of him that he didn't recognize her despite the fact they were partners. If he did, they were 50 kinds of screwed, and if Sark got that vial, he knew they were 50 more.

This had gone on for too long, and if he didn't interfere, the consequences could be far greater. Rmeembering his years of field work, he immedietly sprang into action.

" Take position over there! But cover fire only! I don't want Bristow hurt!" Vuaghn ordered Lance, a shooter he'd worked with a couple of times. But dear god, if he shot Syd, there would be hell to pay.

He sprinted up the hill and took the handheld explosive from his belt. Not enough to kill anyone sensible enough to take cover, but enough to cause some chaos.

He saw Dixon, Syd, and Sark all fall to the ground, trying to take cover. And then the sound of gunshots began, and bullets whizzed threw the air. So much for an easy switch.
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on June 27th, 2007 12:27 am (UTC)
A sudden sound reached her ears, and as she fell to the ground covering her head, a grenade exploded in front of her.

Followed by the continuous ring of bullets through the air, Sydney yelled into her com.

"I couldn't make the switch! Sark's got the real ampule!"

Waiting to hear Vaughn's voice, Sydney ran in the opposite direction, Dixon quickly gaining on her.

sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on February 23rd, 2009 07:33 pm (UTC)
hey, i know it's been a while, but i was wondering if you'd still want to do this rpg with me? just let me know. :)
vaughnincognito on February 23rd, 2009 10:25 pm (UTC)
Turthfully, I would love to, but I don't even have close to the time necessary. I barely have time to sleep. =(
sydney a. bristowundercover_syd on February 23rd, 2009 10:57 pm (UTC)
aww okay, well let me know if you ever have the time to then. :)