Disclaimers: if i owned alias, i would be a genius. cuz thats what jj abrams is. and i wouldnt be writing fan fiction. i'd be putting my ideas into the real storyline x.
The sky was dark, grey, and full of regret. Jack Bristow stood at the edge of teh cliffs, reveling in the rain pounding against his skin. These were the cliffs where "Sydney"'s ashes had been spread. He couldnt explain how he knew, but he did. Sydney was a live. He could feel it in the marrow of his bones. Sydney couldnt die without the world--his world ending. Hi smood changed suddenly- from sorrow to bitterness. It had been a year since her dissappearance. A woman matching her description had been seen in Algeria, in the company of a theif named Simon Walker. If she really was alive, why didnt she contact him? Why did she choose to live cutt off from the CIA, and the life she had known?
"So many unanwsered questions.." He muttered as he shook his head. He needed to focus, to get his mind back into the game. He was to accompany Sark and an armed transport to Camp Harris shortly. He shivered slightly as he looked through the rain. The endgame was nowhere in sight-- and he vowed to play the game until it came.
--4 hours later--
Julian Sark was very confused. The last thing he remembered was Jack Bristow telling him he was to be transported to Camp Harris. He blinked as he tried to see through the dark. No, that was not the last thing he remembered...a womans face. But she was dead. Not even a talented agent like her could escape death. Suddenly the light turned on and he flinched. He couldnt see anything, but he heard the clicking of a pair of heels. The woman moved the light so it wasnt directed straight at his face. All he could do was open his mouth in shock. She smirked for a moment before she spoke,
"Julia Thorne." Sark, realizing his mouth was still opened, closed it and tried to regain his composure.
"Sydney B-Bristow" he stammered. Her look became calculating as the smirk faded slightly.
"Sydney Bristow died in a house fire a year ago. I am Julia Thorne and i have an offer to make you." Sark didnt understand, but he wasnt going to pry...too much.
"Project Helix?" He wondered. Was this a woman who was doubled to look like the most talented agent he knew? She didnt have the self righteousness that Sydney Bristow carried throughout everything she did. Just like Allison never had the spark francie had. The woman pulled a file out.
"No." She opened it, revealing pictures. "This is Darian Kasinau. You two trained together while under the protection of Irina Derevko." Sarks musles tensed at the sound of the two names. Irina had abandoned him in that CIA cell, while Darian...He had killed Darian years ago.
"I dont see the point, Ms. Throne. I killed him several years ago for his betrayel to Derevko. So, why are we looking at his picture?" She took another picture out of the file.
"Anna Espinoza. She was an operative of K-Directorate before you decided to eliminate her." Sark smirked.
"On a mission in the Alps. Yes, I believe I already know all this information." Julia Thorne took out yet another photograph.
"Lauren Reed. Current fiancee of Micheal Vaughn. She is also NSC." Sarks smirk dissappeared.
"That worthless excuse of a man is remarrying?" He studied Julia's face. The only expression he could find was contempt.
"It appears so. However, Mr. Sark, do you know what they all have in common?" Sark stared at her curiously. This woman, even though she shared the same face as Sydney Bristow, they couldnt have been more unlike than night and day. Sydney would have cried for hours at the thought of losing her beloved Agent Vaughn. Julia seemed to be indifferent to his betrayal. She seemed to lack all of the morals, the rules that Sydney Bristow always insisted on carrying around. She was cold, unfeeling and undoutably now, her mothers daughter.
"As you know Ms. Thorne," He accented her name deliberatly, "I have been in captivity for the good part of last year. It would help if you could fill me in." Julia smirked.
"Well, for one, they are all still alive. Darian was rescued by his father, and Anna by Laruen. Lauren is important because she is a covenant spy in the NSC. Darian is her handler, and Anna is his superior. This small branch is important because Lauren is linked to the officials higher up in the Covenant through sexual favors. As is Anna. They plan to take over the covenant. I am requesting your help to eliminate them." She reached into her pocket for the keys to his handcuffs. "Either way Julian, you're free from the CIA, and even if you do decline, you may leave this facility unharmed." She undid his handcuffs and knelt, looking him straight in the eye as she added, "A choice you never gave Bristow." She pointed to teh file as she made her way to the door. "My contact numbers are all in the file. You may stay here tonight, as it is late. The bedrooms are on the right and the kitchens are on the first floor to your left. I'll see you soon, Julian. Goodbye." And with that she walked out of the room.