Julia Thorn is a freelance assassin, the CIA wants to put a face to the name and when the receive Intel they send in their best agents.
note Vaughn isn't married in this fanfic and Sydney became Julia Thorn but didn't work for the C.I.A as an insider for them.
Please be kind this is my first ever fanfic!
Julia walked out of her black car slowly taking a bag off the seat next to her. It was time she got down to business. She walked up to an old warehouse and knocked on the door. She was getting a reputation for being the best in the business that was a reputation that she wanted to keep. A man in a black suit opened the door and as son as he saw Julia welcomed her in.
"It's about time" said Julia and walked through the door.
A CIA taskforce was outside the warehouse. Agent Vaughn and Weiss were briefing the rest of their team.
"Everyone just remember, we've being trying to identify this assassin for months so once we have a clear shot of her on the camera's we move in. That way we have completed at least on part of the mission even if we fail" Weiss told the grim looking team members. Going up against an assassin was demanding for anyone but Julia Thorn had a reputation for being the best, and no one anted to see if it was true.
Yesterday they'd got Intel from eshalon intercepts that Julia Thorn was going to meet a client at the warehouse in front of them tonight. Earlier they'd bugged the warehouse.
"Weiss" Vaughn told him "We've got visual"
And on the screens walked a beautiful woman with long blond hair wearing a long black coat, dark sunglasses and carrying a large bag.
'We can't make a positive I.D because of the glasses sir"
"Looks like we're going to have to wait for her to take them off"
Julia walked into an empty room; this was where the exchange was going down. She needed to get payed for this job and get this over quickly; she had a party to go to.
"Miss Thorn" said a voice from the shadows.
"Mr. Doitns. Do you have it?" She asked
"Yes, but first I need proof of your end of the deal"
"Of course" she said reaching in her bag and taking out a file with the proof that her target was dead.
"Very impressive, I trust you will enjoy yourself. You can get changed in the room down the hall" handed her two envelopes, one with her payment and another with the information on how to contact him and walked out. This didn't surprise Julia that was the way Mr. Doitns liked his business done quickly and effectively.
Julia quickly picked up the black bag and walked into the empty room. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a shimmering black dress, she always did love picking the outfits. With a small smile she began to get changed out of her present attire and into the ball gown, she had to look presentable for the party, and took off her sunglasses.
The entire CIA team was glued to the screen. They didn't expect to see the assassin getting dressed into a ball gown. All their eyes were looking at her slim figure wearing only a bra and underwear. Vaughn was the first to snap out of it, and began ordering other around.
"James, if we get a shot of her in this light would we still be able to make a positive I.D?" he asked their resident I.T wiz. Marshall had taken a few months off to travel with his girlfriend, he'd be back again soon and Vaughn couldn't wait. James was good but Marshall was the best.
"We should, let's just hope she turns around and faces the camera"
Julia had just finished changing and was admiring the dress in the mirror (a good choice if she did say so herself) and noticed a small camera in the corner of the room. She quickly picked up her glasses and put them on then walked over to the camera and coated the lens with lipstick; she didn't want anyone from her old life seeing her now. Remembering her life as Sydney Bristow, she sighed and picked up her bag. Sydney Bristow was dead and Julia Thorn was alive in her place that was the way things had to be.
"What was that!" said an angry Weiss
"Umm, I think she just coated our lens with red lipstick" John told him "and that banging sound probably means she's left the room"
"Move out!" Vaughn told everyone.
"Phoenix, this is Boy Scout cut off the assassin before she gets to the car" Vaughn told an agent. A car screeches in the distance.
'Sorry, Boy Scout too late, she took off, before I could reach it"
"Dammit! O.K. team meet up at base, we fly home