| The sun shown through, spreading over Francie�s face. She yawned and stretch before forcing herself to sit up. She flung her legs out of bed and slid her feet into her slippers. She stood slowly and dragged herself out of her room and through the hallway. She emerged and entered the kitchen, immediately grabbing for the coffe pot. She turned and filled it with water, and placed it back onto the maker. She pressed the button and stood and watched it as coffee soon began to drip slowly into the pot. Once there was enough for a cup, she turned it off and lifted the pot, and began pouring it into a small mug. She returned the pot and lifted the mug to her lips, sipping gently. The warmth was refreshing to her tired body, and so she sighed. She turend around and sat on the stool at the counter. That's when she noticed a peice of paper on the counter. She frowned, wondering what it was and put her mug down. Francie picked up the paper, and immediately recognised the handwriting as she read the quickly scribbled not. �Early flight. Don�t worry, I�ll be fine. Love you. Syd� Francie laughed slightly, not from humor, but from exasperation. She shook her head. �I don�t believe this.� She said quietly. ~~~~~~~~ PART 6 The sun was beginning to set as Sydney Bristow drove swiftly down the road. She took the curves quickly and easily as she flew through town after town, traveling to her destination. After several hours on the road, the light from the warm sun had transformed into dim flourescence....the air had cooled, and the stars were had taken over the once clear sky. The car quickly flew past a sign, which at a glance Sydney knew read �Wanhua District�. Along the way, she passed several more tourist signs....they told of many places such as the Titsang and Lungshang temples, The Hsuehai Acedemy Building, and the famous Huahsi Street Night Market. Sydney wished she had the life of a normal individual....one who could stop to appreciate the sacred beatuy of such places. She wasn�t normal though. Far from it. Five days ago she had reunited with a mother she hadn�t known in thrirty years in this same city, 72 hours ago she was handcuffed to a bed in Sydney Australia....and now, here she was, back in Taipei....searching for her CIA handler....her occasional partner.....her friend. She continued to drive down Hoping Road East....she was close. Very close. She pulled to the side of the road once she reached an empty part of town Sydney got out of the car and went directly to the trunk. ~~~~~~~~~~ Francie opened the door to find Jack Bristow standing at her doorstep. �Mr. Bristow.� She said suprised to see him. �Hello.� He tried to be polite. �Is Sydney here?� He asked when he couldn�t come up with anymore small talk. �What? No....she went on another trip...I thought you knew.� She told him. �Another trip?� He asked now concerned. �Yeah...tell me about it.� She said, sighing, thinking he considered this to be just as absurd as she did. �You know....you should really talk to her....she on�t listen to me. She�s tewnty seven....but I keep telling her that job is gonna be the death of her.� Francie laughed slightly. She had no idea. Jack didn�t say anything for several moments, he looked down, jaw set. �Thank you.� He said lifting his head to look at her briefly before turning around and quickly hurrying to his car. Francie watched as he drove off. She shook her head. �Bristows.� ~~~~~~~~~ Now dressed in a short, black, leather skirt, strapped high heels, and a white tiger-striped sleeveless blouse that had a neckline that plunged all the way to her stomach, yet almost magically remained perfectly placed, she wore slightly long black hair, which was stylishly disheveled. Sydney shut the trunk and went back to the driver�s side. She opened the door and reached in to grab her pack. She pulled it on and was about to close the door when she heard her cell ring. Sydney reached back into the car and picked it up. She looked at the cell....at the number of whom was calling. Sydney looked at it for several moments, before laying it back down onto the seat, feeling guilt as she did. She stood up and looked at the still ringing phone as she closed the door and began to walk away from the parked car and proceeded to walk down the street ~~~~~~~~~ Jack Bristow removed the phone from his ear slowly and looked at it with troubled eyes. He held it above the steering wheel for several moments and stared at it, before hanging up and placing it in the passenger�s seat. He reached back up, started the engine, and drove off. ~~~~~~~~~ Sydney entered the club with a confident and sensual stride, almost in exact sync with the thump of the techno music. Several men turned their heads and looked her up and down as she walked past them without giving any attention. She went straight up to the bar and leaned forward, whispering something to the bartender. He immediately pointed to his right and appeared to tell her something. She looked in the direction he pointed, nodded in thanks, and walked away, past the dancefloor, and turned a corner. She proceeded past the restrooms, of which a young Taiwanese women emerged with a rather round caucasian man in his mid fourties. She put the sight out of her mind and continued down the hallway. ~~~~~~~~~ Jack Bristow sat at his desk, scribbling information into a case report. He looked up to see Arvin Sloane enter. He watched as he walked slowly to his office. Sloane glanced briefly towards his direction as he walked on. Jack watched as he entered his office and closed the door behind him. Jack then turned and looked towards Sydney�s empty desk. He looked back forward and sat for a moment. After several seconds he stood slowly and began to walk to Sloane�s office. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Sydney reached a room that said something in chinese on the door. She opened it and quickly entered, shutting it behind her. A man in his mid thrities, dressed rather flashy stood up from behind his desk. He demanded to know what she was doing there in chinese, though he was clearly caucasion. She responded in chinese. �I understand you�re the owner.� She said, slowly appraching his desk. �Who wants to know?� He asked her. �I do.� She simply stated and leaned forward suggestively, placing both hands onto the desk. He seemed to be pleased by her action and sat back down, looking at her intensely. �And who might you be?� He asked smiling. �Someoen who has a business proposition.� She said looking him up and down as if admiring him. �Really?� He asked and leaned forward, his face now only inches from her. �And....what....� He began, placing his figer on the side of her neck and slowly tracing down. �...might that be.� He said. His finger traced lightly down the slit of her blouse, stopping just above her chest and pulled his hand back. �Well...� She leaned in closer, as did he. �You give me information....� She was now only inches from his lips, and she titled her head slightly and her lips parted seductively. They remained like that for a moment. �And?� He asked, very pleased as he looked at her lips so close to his. Her open mouth turned from a slight seductive grin. �I let you live.� She whispered. His brow furrowed. His throat was immediately within her grasp. His hands went up to her tight hold, trying to pry at her wrist as his eyes were huge from shock and panic. |
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