Swift as Death

Dixon sighed nervously and braced himself for whatever was in the house in front of him. He didn’t want to see Sydney in trouble or struggling. He liked to see her as the strongest person he knew and knowing that she was in trouble or hurting made his blood boil.

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“Vaughn...we have to go. Come on.” Sydney dragged Vaughn’s sluggish body to the front door. As soon as they stepped outside, they saw Jack and Dixon. Sydney’s heart sank. She knew that they would try to stop her. Her mind was going through all of the possibilities, but she found nothing to get out of talking to them.

“Sydney. Where are you going?” Sydney looked slightly guilty and tried to walk through her partner and her father. She could see their serious faces and the fact that she would not get by without telling them something. Sydney dragged Vaughn along and Dixon stopped her.

“Sydney, stop. You don’t need to go after her. We can help.” There was pure loyal intentions in his eyes and voice. Sydney looked down at the concrete and squeezed her eyes together.

“You’re too late, Dixon. Dad.” She held her bloody hands up to her father and pointed to her apartment, leading them to her door. They all followed her and she still drug Vaughn up with her. The whole way was silent with anticipation and fear. Sydney stopped when she got to her door and motioned for them to go first. As soon as her father and Dixon walked in, Sydney and Vaughn ran swiftly to the car outside. Sydney got in the drivers side and sped off once Vaughn had gotten in. The last thing she saw was her father and Dixon frowning at her. Once they were far enough away that they wouldn’t catch up to her, Vaughn spoke.

“Where exactly are we going?”

“We are going to find Sark.” Sydney’s voice was very strong.

“Why would we go find trouble? Danger has no problem finding us.” There was dread in his voice.

“Irina told me to find him. This is the only lead I have to finding the people who want me dead. I will not let them kill me and I will sure not sit around and wait for them to send someone else.” Sydney glanced over to Vaughn with pain in her eyes. She didn’t want to do this anymore. Behind her macho mask, there was a lot of pain and fear. Vaughn saw this and he intertwined his fingers with hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze. Sydney smiled slightly and sighed. This was the best part about her day. Vaughn could always make the very worst days a little better. If she at least had Vaughn, she would be alright.

“We will find him. Do you know where you’re going?” Vaughn had a slight playful tone in his voice and Sydney grinned.

“Not really. But I figured that once we got pretty far away, we would call some of our contacts.” She pulled her untraceable cell out of her pocket and handed it to Vaughn. His eyes changed from playful to determined and he started dialing. This was going to be a long ride, but Vaughn and Sydney would find Sark even if it killed them. And there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t be killed. This was just a chance they were willing to take. It was either find the threat or wait for them to kill Sydney. There was no way Vaughn would let that happen to his love.

A few hours later and a lot of phone calls, Sydney’s phone rang. Vaughn looked at the number and sighed. “Syd, it’s your father.” Sydney pursed her lips and contemplated what to do.

“Answer it. They can’t trace it. My regular phone is off.” Vaughn nodded.

“Hello?”

“Vaughn, where are you?” Jack’s voice was hard and there was nothing pleasant about it.

“I’m sorry, Jack. Can’t tell you that.” It gave Vaughn a little enjoyment out of telling Jack this.

“Vaughn, I’m not kidding. Tell me where you are. What are you doing?” There was a long silence and Vaughn handed the phone over to Sydney.

“Hey, Dad. Don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine.” There was no fear in her voice at all.

“Sydney. Where are you going?” Jack’s voice softened.

“Dad...I’m sorry. I don’t want to put you in danger.”

“Syd. I can help. So can Dixon.” Jack waited in the silence. Sydney contemplated this offer. It was quite a good idea. The more people they had on their side, the faster they would find Sark.

“Okay, Dad. We need to find Sark. If you can help us find him, then we could use it. Call us if you find anything.” Sydney’s voice was thankful but all business. She hung up as soon as she was finished and kept driving further from the city, waiting for a call about the man who wanted her dead.

Please read and review! Sorry that I haven’t updated in so long. I got so stuck with this story. R&R!! –soccergirlmich--