From America, With Vengeance
Summary: Sequel to From Russia, With Love. After the destruction KGB headquarters, a new spy comes with revenge to destroy all Sydney holds dear.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Alias related, except for an Alias coffee cup. Hehehe.
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"Are the plans drawn up?" asked the masked voice through the cell phone. The lights dimmed to a indistinguishable dark as the listener withdrew her hold from the curtains.
"Yes, all I need is clearance," the caller answered. The silhouette strode across the room and lifted a large manila file off the tornado stricken desk. The figure fingered the rough edges with her thumb and pried apart the cover. "This Agent Vaughn, he is CIA?"
The signal hummed and the voice on the other side crackled, "Yes, he's a senior officer, everything is in the folder. You have permission to go through with the mission, Agent Stakov," the voice lowered a notch gravely, "unless you would rather live this building in a body bag."
"No, of course not. I will go through the requirements of this mission with precision," she muttered hastily her faint Russian accent spilled over her 'r's.
"I knew you would, otherwise I would have suggested someone one else for you position. Good luck in L.A." The dial tone clicked off. Musing over the life of Mr. Vaughn, the woman grabbed her briefcase and swept out the door.
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"Agent Bristow, Agent Vaughn, can you join us right now," commanded CIA Director Kendall. He motioned the two agents that were intently discussing personal matters.
Once seated, Kendall rose to the slide on the wall. "As you all know, Bristow's work in Moscow successfully led to acquirement of several key Rambaldi artifacts. However, her capture led the investigation of who exactly caused the breach in their security. Fortunately, the CIA is not suspected in the involvement," he clicked the remote and the screen changed to the picture of a brunette, "Instead this woman, Nadia Marléon, is. She is the daughter of the French consulate in Minsk. Her father Victor Marléon is believed to be connected with a lower officer in the organization leaking out important Intel on KGB operations. We arrived this morning to escort him to the U.S. only to discover he had been assassinated hours before. Therefore the next operation should be simple," he looked over at the new arrivals, "Bristow will pose as an Italian contessa at the celebration for what was to be Mr. Marléon's resignation. Vaughn, you will survey her assignment as a former colleague. Any questions?"
Michael Vaughn raised his index finger signaling, "Why are they holding a resignation ceremony if Mr. Marléon if he is dead?"
Kendall wearily rubbed his eyes, "Apparently, his death has been dubbed classified and there is no time to cancel the invitations to the guests. As an alternative to Marléon's speech, his daughter will signal her extraction by notifying the company of the sudden illness of her father. From there you will proceed to Nadia Marléon's hotel room and escort her out through the service entrance. If all goes well, we will have a key witnesses to KGB affairs by tomorrow. Dismissed."
Sydney rose from her chair and walked over to Vaughn, "Save me a dance, Senor."
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Sorry the post took so long, but I've been deathly ill. Not really, except I did have a slight cold for several days, in fact I was so tried of being sick that I threw out the thermometer. Of course that made me more stressed because I had this major fever and couldn't take my temp.
~Stephanie~
P.S. The next chapter will be longer.
Summary: Sequel to From Russia, With Love. After the destruction KGB headquarters, a new spy comes with revenge to destroy all Sydney holds dear.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Alias related, except for an Alias coffee cup. Hehehe.
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"Are the plans drawn up?" asked the masked voice through the cell phone. The lights dimmed to a indistinguishable dark as the listener withdrew her hold from the curtains.
"Yes, all I need is clearance," the caller answered. The silhouette strode across the room and lifted a large manila file off the tornado stricken desk. The figure fingered the rough edges with her thumb and pried apart the cover. "This Agent Vaughn, he is CIA?"
The signal hummed and the voice on the other side crackled, "Yes, he's a senior officer, everything is in the folder. You have permission to go through with the mission, Agent Stakov," the voice lowered a notch gravely, "unless you would rather live this building in a body bag."
"No, of course not. I will go through the requirements of this mission with precision," she muttered hastily her faint Russian accent spilled over her 'r's.
"I knew you would, otherwise I would have suggested someone one else for you position. Good luck in L.A." The dial tone clicked off. Musing over the life of Mr. Vaughn, the woman grabbed her briefcase and swept out the door.
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"Agent Bristow, Agent Vaughn, can you join us right now," commanded CIA Director Kendall. He motioned the two agents that were intently discussing personal matters.
Once seated, Kendall rose to the slide on the wall. "As you all know, Bristow's work in Moscow successfully led to acquirement of several key Rambaldi artifacts. However, her capture led the investigation of who exactly caused the breach in their security. Fortunately, the CIA is not suspected in the involvement," he clicked the remote and the screen changed to the picture of a brunette, "Instead this woman, Nadia Marléon, is. She is the daughter of the French consulate in Minsk. Her father Victor Marléon is believed to be connected with a lower officer in the organization leaking out important Intel on KGB operations. We arrived this morning to escort him to the U.S. only to discover he had been assassinated hours before. Therefore the next operation should be simple," he looked over at the new arrivals, "Bristow will pose as an Italian contessa at the celebration for what was to be Mr. Marléon's resignation. Vaughn, you will survey her assignment as a former colleague. Any questions?"
Michael Vaughn raised his index finger signaling, "Why are they holding a resignation ceremony if Mr. Marléon if he is dead?"
Kendall wearily rubbed his eyes, "Apparently, his death has been dubbed classified and there is no time to cancel the invitations to the guests. As an alternative to Marléon's speech, his daughter will signal her extraction by notifying the company of the sudden illness of her father. From there you will proceed to Nadia Marléon's hotel room and escort her out through the service entrance. If all goes well, we will have a key witnesses to KGB affairs by tomorrow. Dismissed."
Sydney rose from her chair and walked over to Vaughn, "Save me a dance, Senor."
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Sorry the post took so long, but I've been deathly ill. Not really, except I did have a slight cold for several days, in fact I was so tried of being sick that I threw out the thermometer. Of course that made me more stressed because I had this major fever and couldn't take my temp.
~Stephanie~
P.S. The next chapter will be longer.