Title: Fare Ammenda
Author: Pommy
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of ALIAS. This story is entirely my own, yadda yadda yadda, you get the point.
Summary: After a counter-mission doesn't go as planned, Sydney has to join a team of CIA agents to fix it before another SD-6 agent arrives. Plus she still has to keep the whole thing a secret from SD-6, and her friends. (Set during early in season one.) Action/Adventure, maybe humour, maybe drama
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This mission had gone to shit almost before it had even started. It seemed simple enough: infiltrate a party, steal some papers from the study and make a quiet getaway. Oh, and somehow make a switch with the papers without my partner noticing. All in a days work. But, of course, everything went wrong.
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I walked up to the security guard, feeling pretty confidant about myself. Who wouldn't, wearing a Versace gown and not even having to worry about ruining it? And, I must say, I did look pretty ravishing. The security guard seemed to agree by the way he was practically drooling on the floor. I stopped in front of him, gave him a million-dollar smile and waited. He finally recovered himself enough to ask my name.
"Amelie Toussaint," I said in my best snooty nosed French accent. The security guard frowned and looked at his guest list while I tapped my foot impatiently. After a long pause (that made me doubt whether the man could actually read) he looked up and gave me an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry miss, but you aren't on the guest list," he said. I was shocked, and I'll admit, a little pissed. I spun on my (Gucci) heel and stormed off to until I was out of earshot. Then I took a deep breath and proceeded to give my lovely partner Dixon a mouthful.
"I thought you got me on the guest list!! How am I supposed to get in now?" I seethed into the microphone, my accent slipping back to American in my anger. Good thing the guard couldn't hear me. I glared at the microphone as if it was, somehow, it's fault. After a wait that allowed me to regain my composure (by counting to ten in as many languages as I could: One two three…Une Deux Trois…Uno Due Tre…you get the point) Dixon finally answered.
"I thought I got you onto the guest list as well, Syd…" Dixon said, confused. I hissed at the microphone. By now you've probably guessed that I was not in a good mood. "Maybe you should just find some lonely guy, flirt with him and ask him to get you in," he ventured lamely. I started to yell at him, but then realised that I wasn't really entitled to. I hadn't exactly come up with any ingenious plans to get me in. Looks like I was going to have to go along with it. Better put my pathetic, clingy loser face on. Not exactly the look I was going for when I chose this outfit.
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I surveyed the garden in the desperate hope that maybe there would be a cute drunken, dateless guy for me to work my charm on. No such luck. Looks like I was just going to have to settle for young…ish. I walked up to the guy sitting on the chair in front of the lake with a bottle of spirits and a very dis-spirited face. (I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.) Taking a deep breath, I plopped down onto the seat next to him. He barely even noticed me. I was a bit upset by that, so I sighed heavily. Slightly more interest now. Wait, Sydney, wait…okay, the timing was perfect. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. Finally! He gave just the reaction I was after. Unfortunately, I could hear Dixon sniggering down the microphone. I decided to ignore him, and pay more attention to my acting.
I peeked at the man between my fingers. He was looking around, panicked, as if checking to see if anyone was going to help me. Or blame him. Unfortunately for him (and fortunate for me) there was no one around. He looked at me nervous, then tentatively reached out and touched my shoulder. I sobbed louder. He withdrew his hand for a moment, and then touched my shoulder again. It was the perfect moment. I looked up at him, sniffling and gave a sheepish smile.
"My boyfriend, he-he- he told me that he'd get my name onto the guest list…" I started (remembering my French accent again), and then sobbed some more. He made suitable consoling sounds, which invited me to continue making up my story.
"I was so excited, I even bought new clothes…and he lied to me!! He's probably at home, laughing at me with all his friends," I managed before I broke down into more sobs. He made even more consoling noises and I continued snivelling and making up my awful sob story. The whole time Dixon was snickering at me. I was going to have a word with him after this mission. After a bit (okay, a lot) of crying, the man offered to let me in. I gave him my foolproof, starry-eyed stare and I was in. Sucker.
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Of course, you can't open your heart to someone, and then ignore him or her as soon as you get what you want. I had to spend some time with my 'saviour' before I could finish the mission. Which means that we were already behind time, a fact that I was well aware of without Dixon's constant reminders. After spending as little time as possible with my entry ticket, I went off to the "ladies room." After making a few "wrong turns," I found myself in the study. Oh, damn, what a pity. And the safe just "flew open" and some papers "fell to the floor." Well, you can't expect me to leave them there! So I gathered up the papers and stuffed them back in the safe…minus a few pieces, which I folded up and stuffed in my bag. I then slammed the safe shut and made my way out of there.
I walked quickly down the hall. I had barely gotten a few paces before a heard a voice cry out for me to stop. I froze, and then slowly turned around. It was a security guard. He pounded down the hall and stopped bare inches in front of my face. I took a step back.
"What were you doing in there?!" he bellowed. Uh-oh, I thought. I'm in trouble.
"I'll have to look in your bag miss," he demanded. I faked a look of outrage, before knocking him unconscious. I was backing away nervously when I heard the security radio crackle
"Unknown person or persons in secured zone…team sent to investigate, over," it said in a tinny voice.
"Oh merde," I said.
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Author's Note:
There is a plot coming in somewhere, don't worry. This is my first ALIAS story, and I could really use some feedback (good, bad or ugly.) Any mistakes are entirely my own.