Disclaimer: I could never even begin to have the imagination to think up Alias, that imagination however, belongs to JJ Abrams.
A/N: I forget, and am not sure if the leader of the covenant has a name. So I will call him Paul.
Previously on Above Top Secret:
"An offer has been made by the NSA and the FBI, for the most part, that whoever can bring in Agent Sydney Bristow, unharmed or as close to that as possible, will receive a pardon, no questions asked."
Chapter 1-Hide and Seek
---Sark's POV---
I sat up a little straighter, unsure if I had just heard what I thought I did. A pardon? No questions asked… to turn in one of their own? What did you do Sydney? I asked myself.
---Unknown POV---
I turned off the lamplight and smiled at my wife.
"Are you okay sweetie?" she asked.
"Yeah," I started but was interrupted by a fit of coughs. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure," she asked again. "You look reddish purple."
"I'm fine." I assured her. I waited until she had turned her back to me in the bed before I ran to the mirror. She was right: I did look weird. One eye seemed to be enlarged a little and I didn't look my normal color.
"It's from the climate." I told myself.
I pushed the picture of myself to the back of my mind as I climbed into bed.
"Night sweetie. Tomorrow, we begin our vacation."
---FBI agent's POV---
"Yes, Helminski, go track Bristow's phone. Let's see if she really is 'sick'."
"Right away, sir." Helminski told me and hurried off to go track it.
---Dixon's POV---
I clicked the send button on the computer and then phoned for Jack.
---Sydney's POV---
I got back into my car and drove to Sally's. I walked briskly into the store, being careful not to stare into the cameras. I picked out a light brown wig and green contacts. Picking out a pair of sunglasses with a dark tint, I glanced at the hair dyes before choosing a few. I took a mirror and some Halloween makeup before I headed to the cashier.
"Hello," the cashier greeted.
"Hi." I smiled.
"Running away from home?" she laughed, staring at all the merchandise.
"No," I smiled. "I'm in a play, well helping out. It's a play for my son's school."
"Really, what's it called?" she asked, ringing up the items.
"'Jack's Night Out.' Can I also have one of those $5 phone cards?" I asked.
"Sure. I've never heard of that play. What's it about?" the cashier asked. She pulled her dirty blonde hair back into a scrunchy.
"It's something the school made up. To teach the kids about safety." I explained.
"Your total's $27.60." she told me.
I looked into my purse and pulled out 3 tens. "Here."
"Thank you." she spoke, pressing some buttons before the cash register opened. She pulled out 2 one-dollar bills and 40 cents. "You have a good day, now. Good luck with your play."
"Oh thanks." I grabbed the bags and walked out often store. I knew now that it had been a mistake going there. That cashier had been way too curious about what I'd bought. I threw all of the stuff onto the passenger's seat and drove to the nearest park.
---Jack's POV---
"You called for me?" I asked after knocking on Dixon's door.
"Yes," Dixon began. "There's some suspicious behavior happening at this address." I watched as he pushed a piece of paper towards me.
"You want me to check it out?" I asked.
"I just want you to bug the place and listen to what's happening. After you've got substantial evidence of what's going on, report back to me." Dixon informed me. "You leave immediately."
"One question, what were those FBI agents doing here earlier?" I questioned.
"I don't know. Most likely their job. You're dismissed, Jack." he stared my straight in the eye and visually dared me to push the conversation further.
"Okay." I replied before I left the room. I knew for sure now that nothing was going on at the address. It was just a way to keep me busy.
---Dixon's POV---
I glanced at my clock and waited until 5 minutes had passed before I left the room. I headed for the conference room, where everyone else would already be waiting for me. When I opened the door, I wasn't surprised to find Vaughn and Jack missing from the room.
"Now, you've all been called to this emergency meeting because of something that happened." I started. I glanced to the left as something caught my eye. It was Marshall raising his hand. "Yes?"
"One quick question, why aren't Jack and Vaughn here? Not that I need to know where they're at at all times, but just… it's um… it's very fascinating to know that we're having an important meeting without them. I mean, did they do something, or…"
"Marshall…" I warned. "Agent Bristow, and Agent Vaughn are not here because they're on missions. They will be informed of what is going on where upon they're arrival back. Any other questions?"
"Yeah, where's Sydney?" Weiss asked.
---Sark's POV---
"One question," I began. "So we could go annihilate a whole city and then go find Bristow, and we'd get off scotch free?"
"Not exactly," he started. "No civilian is to be harmed. If anyone is, you will get nothing. They want to keep this quiet. However appealing this offer may be, they will only award the pardon to one person. That person will be the one who is able to catch her and bring her in. So, I would suggest that you not work in groups. Also, if I were you, I would not let Bristow get wind of what's going on or it will be almost impossible to do this."
"So, when does this start?" a man asked.
"It's not a bloody race." Paul, the leader yelled, "You get going on this as son as you leave this room. However, you must use your own resources to get her. If you use mine, then the price will go to me. Let the best man win. One last thing, any man who achieves this and does not hand the pardon over to me can consider every person in this room to be his enemy. Dismissed."
---Jack's POV---
I turned on my phone and dialed a number on my speed dial.
"Miguel's pizza n' meatza" a man greeted me.
"Hola Miguel. I'd like a vegetarian pizza."
"That'll be $20.00, sir." he informed me.
"It was $15 last time." I argued.
"It has gone up based on… how you say… sopply and dimand." he answered in a calm, voice.
"Alright. When will I need to come pick it up?" I asked.
"tirty minoots." he informed me.
"You mean 30 minutes?" I clarified.
"Yes, dat is it." With that he hung up the phone.
I hurried to the park where I spotted the green bench. I sat down on it, reading the newspaper when I began searching my briefcase for some money. I dropped the coins, clumsily, on the ground and bent down to pick it up. When I bent down I detached the folder from the bottom of the bench and put it in my pocket. I then picked up the coins and sat back on the bench for 30 minutes before I left to go on my mission.
---Dixon's POV---
"Sydney is not needed for this meeting, and thus she is not here." I began. "She is not here because this meeting is about her."
"Is that why Agent Bristow and Agent Vaughn are not here as well?" an agent asked.
"No, they are on missions." I replied.
I watched her roll her eyes and knew she wasn't buying it.
"My superiors have ordered that I do whatever can. They asked that I do whatever I can to bring in Agent Bristow. They are not disclosing as to why at the moment, but I am sure we will know in time. So, as of now, your mission is to bring in Agent Sydney Bristow, unharmed, if possible." I informed them.
---Sark's POV---
I smirked as I listened to the stupid fools discuss their game plan with each other. I mentally ticked off each of their plans before I left the room. If they were looking for her in L.A. she'd want to leave. But, she wouldn't leave with her passport, that'd be to stupid. I picked up my phone and called the first person that came to my mind.
---Sydney's POV----
When I reached the park, I parked my car and began searching the bags. I took out the wig and the hair dye and carefully dyed the wig.
---Helminski's POV---
"Sir, sir!" I yelled running to catch up to him. "I traced her cell, she's on the move."
"I knew she'd run. Get our boys on it now."
---FBI Agent POV---
We searched her house, noting from the look of it that she was either still in the house or had just stepped out. I picked up my phone on the first ring.
"The results?" I asked.
"She's on the move." he informed me.
"She couldn't have gone far, for the looks of it, she was just recently here." I spoke to him.
"We'll take that into consideration. Look for any more clues." he ordered before hanging up.
---Sydney's POV---
I drove to a used car dealership and traded in my car for a White Mazda. An idea popped into my mind and I made a u-turn at the next stop. I pulled into a warehouse. I coughed upon entering. The room was smoky and smelled of some weird herb. There were boxes and school supplies everywhere. Somewhere in the room "Hey Mamma" was playing. When my eyes begun watering, I waved the space in front of me to clear the air.
"I'd like an alteration." I spoke.
A man sitting on some boxes turned around. "You came to the right place." When he climbed off the boxes I realized just how short he was. He couldn't be taller than 4' 8'' and had reddish hair with pale skin. He wore a sparkly green suit with shiny black shoes and a gold belt. I had to use just about all my energy to suppress asking him if he were a leprechaun.
"Stand over there." he ordered.
I walked over to a giant picture of a passport and sat on a chair behind the space where the picture was supposed to go.
"Turn to your left." he commanded before he took a few pictures. "Now, face me."
When he was done he took the pictures and began typing something up on his computer. He took some glue and scissors and began hacking at something. When he was done I found myself staring at a realistically looking passport. I thanked and paid him his money before I left, sneaking a pair of scissors. Pocketing the passport, I pulled out 2 other passports. Once I reached a payphone I made a reservation under a known alias and then headed to the airport to get a ticket under an alias that I had never used before. I hoped that they would still have available seats on some of their flights since it was getting dark.
---Sark's POV---
"Thank you, Pedro." I parked my car and glanced up as I watched a plane flying overhead.
---Jack's POV---
I dialed up Vaughn's cell from the van.
"Vaughn." he greeted.
"You wouldn't happen to be on a mission, would you?" I asked.
"Yeah, why?" he questioned.
"That's all I needed to know." with that I hung up the phone. Whatever doubt I had had, it was gone now.
---Sydney's POV---
I hurried into a bathroom stall at the airport and locked it. I dyed it another color and begun cutting it. I cursed silently as I wondered why I hadn't bought a curler that I could have used. I took the scissors and using a technique I had used on string for presents, I curled the hair. When I was done, my hair resembled Alyssa Malano's. I put the rest of the stuff into a bag and went to buy some new clothes and a purse. This time I went into a different bathroom to change. I changed into an black Abercrombie and Fitch skirt with a white tank top and a black jacket on over and some black flip flops. I put the rest of the dye into the purse along with the scissors and the passports, the other clothes in the bags, and threw everything else away. I felt extremely accomplished and decided that I would leave on the next available flight. I had walked only a few feet when I felt a gun being pressed into the back on my head.
"Fancy meeting you here, Miss Bristow." Sark greeted me.
A/N: Yes, you will eventually find out why they want Sydney. Questions? Comments? No reviewsno updates. Sorry if it's been forever, AP exams are a bitch. (They're coming up.) I've got another update just because of the wait you had to endure.
