Bombshell
Chapter 1: Execution
Author: Brynne Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat? Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure Rating: PG Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue. AN: This is after A Free Agent. It's my own version of what could have happened. This is my first Alias fic and I am working on this one and another one which I hope will be really good.
Michael Vaughn had left Sydney Bristow's house that morning after waking up next to her. He had not been able to stop smiling since he had woken up. His best friend, Eric Weiss, had known exactly what had happened after he had seen his jovial expression. Eric had congratulated Vaughn on his relationship with Sydney. Eric had always known they would eventually get together.
Vaughn considered himself the happiest man on earth. Nothing, nothing, could burst his bubble.
In the meantime, Eric was trying a new joke on Vaughn. Vaughn had been listening until a commotion outside of his office engrossed him.
"To get to the Shell station!" Eric laughed, not being able to finish the joke without cracking up himself.
"Shut up!" Vaughn whispered hastily, stifling Eric's laughter. "There are people out there. It looks like a raid." Vaughn's voice faltered as he imagined how powerful this nameless threat was to be able to attack the CIA.
"What? A raid? Are you sure?" Eric's question was answered by the sound of gunfire and loud, commanding voices.
Eric and Vaughn dropped to the ground. Vaughn immediately tried the phone but, of course, the line was dead. He could not get a signal on his cell phone, either. Damn cell phones, Vaughn silently cursed. Why do we have them if they won't work when we really need them?
Vaughn and Eric huddled behind Vaughn's desk. They got out there guns, ready to put up a fight, even if it was probably in vain.
"When they open the door, I'll be the leader. You be my backup." Eric nodded grimly at Vaughn's authoritative tone, sentencing them to brave execution.
Four minutes went by, both men thinking too much to talk. Their head swarmed with what ifs and maybes. Memories flashed before their eyes, as they remembered their lives. They days went at a hundred miles per minute. These images did not stop at their current situation. No, instead it went on, into a life that could have been. A life that would have ended fifty years in the future, with gray hair and wrinkles. A life, for Vaughn, that consisted of Sydney by his side and children. A life that ended of old age, not of bullet wounds.
They were shattered out of their remorse when the door to Vaughn's office creaked open. The world outside the office was quieter but screams and yells could still be heard. Vaughn, with one last deep inhale of breath and one last look at his best friend, sprung up from the comfort of his desk. His gun aimed, ready to fire, he stood transfixed when he saw the person at the door.
"Surprised, Michael?"
~*~*~*~ I just love cliffhangers! So, who is at the door? Please review!
Chapter 1: Execution
Author: Brynne Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat? Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure Rating: PG Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue. AN: This is after A Free Agent. It's my own version of what could have happened. This is my first Alias fic and I am working on this one and another one which I hope will be really good.
Michael Vaughn had left Sydney Bristow's house that morning after waking up next to her. He had not been able to stop smiling since he had woken up. His best friend, Eric Weiss, had known exactly what had happened after he had seen his jovial expression. Eric had congratulated Vaughn on his relationship with Sydney. Eric had always known they would eventually get together.
Vaughn considered himself the happiest man on earth. Nothing, nothing, could burst his bubble.
In the meantime, Eric was trying a new joke on Vaughn. Vaughn had been listening until a commotion outside of his office engrossed him.
"To get to the Shell station!" Eric laughed, not being able to finish the joke without cracking up himself.
"Shut up!" Vaughn whispered hastily, stifling Eric's laughter. "There are people out there. It looks like a raid." Vaughn's voice faltered as he imagined how powerful this nameless threat was to be able to attack the CIA.
"What? A raid? Are you sure?" Eric's question was answered by the sound of gunfire and loud, commanding voices.
Eric and Vaughn dropped to the ground. Vaughn immediately tried the phone but, of course, the line was dead. He could not get a signal on his cell phone, either. Damn cell phones, Vaughn silently cursed. Why do we have them if they won't work when we really need them?
Vaughn and Eric huddled behind Vaughn's desk. They got out there guns, ready to put up a fight, even if it was probably in vain.
"When they open the door, I'll be the leader. You be my backup." Eric nodded grimly at Vaughn's authoritative tone, sentencing them to brave execution.
Four minutes went by, both men thinking too much to talk. Their head swarmed with what ifs and maybes. Memories flashed before their eyes, as they remembered their lives. They days went at a hundred miles per minute. These images did not stop at their current situation. No, instead it went on, into a life that could have been. A life that would have ended fifty years in the future, with gray hair and wrinkles. A life, for Vaughn, that consisted of Sydney by his side and children. A life that ended of old age, not of bullet wounds.
They were shattered out of their remorse when the door to Vaughn's office creaked open. The world outside the office was quieter but screams and yells could still be heard. Vaughn, with one last deep inhale of breath and one last look at his best friend, sprung up from the comfort of his desk. His gun aimed, ready to fire, he stood transfixed when he saw the person at the door.
"Surprised, Michael?"
~*~*~*~ I just love cliffhangers! So, who is at the door? Please review!