-1[bDisclaimer:[/b I could never create the actual mud that makes the masterpiece, I simply use what was given to me to create the bowl. Likewise, I could never be as creative as JJ Abrams and think up Alias. I got the idea for this and some information from [uThe Doomsday Conspiracy[/u by Sidney Sheldon. Btw: who reads disclaimers anymore? It's just a formality, but you're supposed to read it.

"But I did read it!" "We know you didn't. We even put in a paragraph that said, Drew, we know you're not reading this." -The Drew Carey Show.

[bA/N[/b: Thanks for continuing to read it. Remember, I couldn't remember the head of the covenant's name so I'm calling him Paul. Also, remember, Chrystal is Sark's sister. After this there are 5 more chapters left in this story.

[bChapter 11 Cat and mouse [/b

---Jack's POV---

I glanced at him nervously. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Does it have something to do with Sydney?" he questioned me, ignoring my previous statement. "If it does then we need to work together. That's the only way we can fix this."

I typed a code into my computer and a screensaver flashed onto the screen, hiding my work from him. "There's nothing you can do."

I watched him stoop down and look me in the eye as he whispered, "This has something to do with what happened in Spain, doesn't it?"

Quickly I pulled out a pen and pressed down on it. "What do you know about it?"

---Sark's POV---

I had to ditch the car quickly if I wanted to make it through the day. I was contemplating about where to park when a phone I didn't even realize I had rang. I answered it after the first ring, while I occasionally glanced in my rearview mirror.

"Speak." I ordered.

"This line's secure. And by the way a simple 'thank you' would suffice." Irina snapped into the phone. "Make a left, then 2 immediate rights, a slight left and then pull to the right."

"What?" I asked again.

"Do it before you past the street!" she ordered, severing the connection.

Making the turns I found myself at a tall gray building. Driving through the petit garage door at the side I found myself face to face with a scruffy man that could pass as a hobo. Inside the garage was 2x as wide as the doorway with just as much depth. It was filled with tools and a few lights. The hobo man handed me a set of keys and pointed to a Honda civic. Just then my phone rang. It was Irina giving me directions on how to find her.

---Sydney's POV---

The man before me had stopped conversing and I now found myself strapped to a metal table that was icy cold. Nearby a table had been brought along with a few beakers, a pot, gloves, a stopper, and a portable gas stove. He took out a needle that was longer than my hand and squeezed out some clear liquid out of a bottle. Using the gloves he poured it into a small beaker. Then, using the same needle, he pricked it into my veins. Slowly, he drew blood out of me. I watched him squirt my blood into the same beaker. He then held the beak up over the stove using the gloves and in less then 5 minutes he smiled triumphantly. He shook the concoction around a little and then he left it to boil in the pot. I hadn't noticed before, but as I watched him inhale the gas emitting from the concoction I realized that he was shaking and looked sick. He poured the rest of the brew into another beak and put a stopper to keep it sealed.

"You know, I honestly did think it was you who was emitting the virus for a long time. But the more I thought about it, the more it didn't make sense. Why hadn't you infected people earlier. It was then I realized that they were wrong, it wasn't you who was infecting people; something had gotten lost in translation. You see, my [Ifriend[/I the prophecy [Iwas[/I right. Someone had just gotten the translation wrong about what you were carrying. Which is why, Ms. Bristow, I will not starve you and you can rest assured that I will keep you safe." He didn't look at me the entire time he said this.

I thought for a second about what he wanted my blood for. Then it dawned on me, I wasn't carrying the virus; I was carrying some kind of cure for it.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm off to find a little mouse." He grinned at me.

---Dixon's POV---

"We have a problem Agent Dixon, we're running out of time. The whole of Spain is on quarantine, information about this assignment is leaking out into different branches, and we have no clue who could be infected now. An FBI agent spoke to me. "You have [I3[/I days to bring Miss Bristow in and fix this problem or we will be forced to contain it ourselves and dispose of everything [Iand[/I one that has connection to it."

---Weiss's POV---

My mind was on Sydney. She was somewhere in this building, I hoped. I was sneaking past a door with a window when I stopped. What was in there? I peeked into the window and saw a lab. I looked around to make sure the coat was clear before I snuck inside. Beneath the lab counters were cabinets filled with books. Some books were about Sydney; others about the prophecy. The rest were just generally about Rambaldi and some of his patterns. I pulled out the books onto the floor and opened a few books of the ones that were about Sydney and ripped out pages that looked important, stuffing them into my pockets. Glancing at the lab I looked around to see if I could make sense of what they were brewing inside of here. Realizing the information must be in the book on the counter itself, I hurried over to skim through it.

---Paul's POV---

[IIf I were a little mouse, where would I scurry over to hide?[/I

---Unidentified Agent's POV---

"Have you started eliminating the people on the list yet? The people who, according to Jack Bristow's computer file, came into contact with her." I whispered into the phone. "Good. Do not let Dixon get wind of this. We have to get this under control, because I doubt he can."

---Vaughn's POV---

I awaited Jack's response to what I knew, but he simply stared at me.

"Well?" I asked him, impatiently.

"You know a lot more than most people do. And that alone might make you a hazard." He informed me.

"Big deal, I can deal with that. I've dealt with worse." I shrugged it off.

---Chrystal's POV---

I let out a sudden gasp as I stared at the guy dressed all in black with his back to me. However, after glancing at the fallen body before him, it turned into a scream.

The man turned and began running after me as I took off into the streets leaving a dead Kamal alone in the house.

---Weiss's POV---

I smiled as a spotted a box full of things. Sydney's, Marshall's, and mine's. I grabbed the closest phone and sent out a text message to Jack. Pushing as much as I could fit into my pocket, I continued looked at the books.

---Paul's POV---

"Sir!" a man yelled, while he ran up to me. "Sir, we just received notice that a signal was sent out of this building."

"Where?" I questioned him.

"In lab 12, sir." He reported.

---Marshall's POV---

I groaned and attempted to sit up, but the pain was too excruciating. So I simply slumped back down. Computers and other types of screens filled the room.

"Hello Marshall," rang out a voice from somewhere.

I refused to answer until I saw the person.

"I can see that you're up and I do not like being ignored. So, I'll say again, hello Marshall."

He exhaled loudly, but refused to answer.

"I also do not like stubbornness. I will give you one more chance, because I'm a nice guy." the voice let out a chuckle. "Hello Marshall."

I looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. I knew I wasn't going crazy.

"You look like the type who enjoys experiments. I bet you are. So," the voice continued with a chuckle. "how would you like to a part of one yourself? One that we'll call, 'what does it take for Marshall to talk?'"

---Sark's POV---

I sat down unceremoniously on the seat staring at Irina.

"So, what's this about?" I asked her.

---Jack's POV---

"What's that noise?" I asked Vaughn looking around.

"That would be your phone." he answered.

"But that's not my ringer, that's not even my reminder tone." I confessed.

"Well then it's probably your ring for text messages." he replied.

"What's a text message?" I asked.

[bA/N:[/b I don't care if Jack would really know this on the show or not. I just wanted that in there. This chapter was crappy, but I needed it to help me back into the swing of things. Review, pretty plz with Sark on top? . .