Title: Blood Deception

Setting: Post Before The Flood, the entire Vaughn confession is gone, it has no place here in my fic.

Author: SadisticSpy Goddess Tia (the corporeal world)

Disclaimer: None of the important characters belong to me, although I am coming up with an evil plan to get Jack Bristow as my personal slave.

A/N: This fic came to me while I was planning world domination and watching a certain movie. You'll know which movie by the end of the prologue.

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Prologue

Arvin Sloane sat on the cold concrete floor of his cell watching as the guards changed shift with the next five guards who were to guard him throughout the night. He watched closely everyday at the pace it took for them to change. Escape wasn't the constant theme of his mind, he could leave anytime. His way was a resonating tracker embedded in the back of his ear, courtesy of his former partner Elena Derevko. All he had to do was activate it, and he could be on a plane out of the country within minutes by way of a very well trained extraction team. It was true that he had joined Elena only to bring her in at the beginning, but as the Mueller Device raged on, he became enthralled and wanted more. He knew that with Irina free it was only a matter of time before Elena was defeated so he changed sides again and managed to get out of there alive.

Making plans using Rambaldi was his passion, the way of getting by in a cell where no one would converse with him, well that and Nadia. He needed her. He needed her to complete his vision. Although she was lying in a coma still under the effects of the Mueller Device, he was sure Rambaldi left a cure in the many manuscripts still out there waiting for him to find them and use them. He stood, his eyes catching the staring of the guard directly in front of him who had a look of disgust painted on his face. Sloane stared at him for a few seconds more before heading over to his bed and lying down.

"I can leave whenever it suits me," ran through his thoughts as he stared up at the prison chow colored concrete ceiling.

"I am a patient man." He murmured and fell asleep, his plans serving as his dreams.

An explosion rocked his cell and Sloane quickly jumped up from his bed and watched as the guards went towards the source of the explosion. His face was contorted with confusion, he had not pushed the tracker, and yet here it was that he was being extracted.

"Sloane!" a guard called out from up the hall, "Get Slone!"

While Sloane stood there, he decided that it was time for him to begin his journey; it had to be fate that the chance of escape just happened to be placed in his lap. More guards had filed into the building and four came to his cell and surrounded him, making him the center of their circle. They walked out of his cell, turning unto the long hall that ran in front of it, the guards with their guns raised watched him out of the corner of their eye, waiting for his betrayal.

"Duck!" the guard in front of him shouted and they did, as five gunmen came in from around the corner.

Gunfire rang out and while his guards were occupied with firing on the group, Sloane took that opportunity to slip away from the guards, the gunfire as the symphony, and the theme song to his escape. He backtracked the route leading him pass his cell again before coming upon an agent aiming his gun at him.

"Freeze Sloane!" he yelled at the older man.

Before the agent could say anything more someone clad in a hooded jacket walked directly behind him and kicked the gun out of his hand, before he could turn around and fight, a rope came around his neck and he trashed around choking. Sloane watched warily attempting to find out who it was that was killing the man, but he didn't have to wonder anymore as the attacker gave a rich laugh as the agent was dying. Even as the man fell to the floor the laughs didn't cease, but lost volume.

"Arvin." The attacker said and removed the hood. Sloane stood frozen, surprised at who was rescuing him.

"Mona." He said and followed her out, ready to taste freedom again.