Vaughn's sitting nervously in Grant Park, on a bench. He keeps looking at his hands, keeps thinking about the gun he's got. Because he can't deny it any more
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Missy doesn't need a gun. Honestly, she's expecting this to end in tears and blood, mostly because the studmuffin was fun to play with for a little while, but his lovesick antics are old and enough and he needs to be put in his place before someone else decides to take him out of the picture. She rather likes her prey, you see.
So here she is, fresh from a war, her ears still ringing with bloodlust. That's the problem about war- it always leaves her singing for more.
"How goes it handsome?" She grins, tilting her head up, so that the bell on her collar jingles just a bit.
Vaughn whirls on her. "Syd," he says, suddenly breathless because shit whoever this is looks just like her.
"You're looking... well," he says, scrambling for words. He has no idea what exactly he's going to say, or what the 'important thing' he had to tell her was. Because he needs to know. He needs to know now whether or not this is really a Syd, maybe not his but still Syd, or if it's someone else who's playing with him.
"Um..." A lie, a lie, anything. "So... Lauren came through. Do you remember her? And she... I can't be with you." The lies hurt, but he just wants to see her reaction- how would Syd react to that?
Missy arches her eyebrows. Oh he suspects she's a lying liar who lies, and she can practically smell it on him. His fumbling for lies, his scrambling for words. She crosses her arms over her chest and taps out a beat on her arm. If he's paying attention or if he even knows morse code, he'd recognize it as a warning. Maybe you should run.
Not that it'll do him any good, but she rather likes a good chase.
There's no reaction on her face, because she's getting tired of the game. Puppy is bored easily. "I don't know who Lauren is." Her voice is flat, not that cute, adorable lilt it was before. Close examination might notice that her eyes keep shifting from brown to a dull red red glow and then back again.
And her fingers keep tapping out that single message. She's offering him a headstart. Run, rabbit, run.
Vaughn is a good agent. He notices. And it nearly makes him sick. Which means there will be no running today. Oh, Vaughn. Bianca's going to kill you if Missy doesn't first.
"What was I?" he demands. "Some game?" If he were capable of calling any woman a bitch, he would have done so now. "Who are you?" He reaches into his coat and whips out the gun he didn't use on the mission Sark arranged, pointing it at her. "Who are you? Who do you work for?" She's Lauren for a second, and he almost pulls the trigger. Instead he keeps glaring. "I will shoot you," he informs her.
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So here she is, fresh from a war, her ears still ringing with bloodlust. That's the problem about war- it always leaves her singing for more.
"How goes it handsome?" She grins, tilting her head up, so that the bell on her collar jingles just a bit.
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"You're looking... well," he says, scrambling for words. He has no idea what exactly he's going to say, or what the 'important thing' he had to tell her was. Because he needs to know. He needs to know now whether or not this is really a Syd, maybe not his but still Syd, or if it's someone else who's playing with him.
"Um..." A lie, a lie, anything. "So... Lauren came through. Do you remember her? And she... I can't be with you." The lies hurt, but he just wants to see her reaction- how would Syd react to that?
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Not that it'll do him any good, but she rather likes a good chase.
There's no reaction on her face, because she's getting tired of the game. Puppy is bored easily. "I don't know who Lauren is." Her voice is flat, not that cute, adorable lilt it was before. Close examination might notice that her eyes keep shifting from brown to a dull red red glow and then back again.
And her fingers keep tapping out that single message. She's offering him a headstart. Run, rabbit, run.
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"What was I?" he demands. "Some game?" If he were capable of calling any woman a bitch, he would have done so now. "Who are you?" He reaches into his coat and whips out the gun he didn't use on the mission Sark arranged, pointing it at her. "Who are you? Who do you work for?" She's Lauren for a second, and he almost pulls the trigger. Instead he keeps glaring. "I will shoot you," he informs her.
The good Boy Scout isn't so good after all.
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