A/N: Hey all. Here's Chapter 3! There's not much action in this chapter, but I promise it'll get better. I hope more people than last time will review this chapter. After all I thrive on reviews. Speaking of which. If anyone was reading or wants to read my previous story, The Death of Sydney Bristow, it is now finished, and I would appreciate final reviews! Thank you all!
Chapter 3
"Put your hands up and turn around very slowly," came a muffled voice behind her. Sydney turned so that she was standing directly in front a man with a black ski mask over his face, but she could make out his green eyes. They were striking. "Hand over the tape!" he demanded.
Sydney watched him, wondering his experience. Wondering what she could get away with. "Hand the tape over!" he shouted again. He wasn't nervous. He wasn't new at this trade. Sydney switched her eye contact briefly so that she was glancing over his shoulder. It would have been a rookie mistake if someone had been there. The man did just as she expected, he turned briefly to check behind him, which gave her just enough time to disarm him and deliver a sharp kick to his stomach.
He reeled back and attempted to deliver a punch, but Sydney blocked him, and swung her leg behind his knees, causing them to buckle. He attempted to trip her, but failed. Sydney went for his gun. By the time he got to his feet, Sydney had the gun cocked and pointing at him.
'Take off your mask," Sydney said, hoping to dock his face for viewing later on. He didn't move until a second later when he came charging her. He caught Sydney's right side and brought her to the ground but not before she caught him in the side of the head with the gun. He fell to the ground, unconscious.
Sydney kneeled beside him and pulled off his mask, to reveal a man with brown hair and handsome chiseled features. She stared at him for only a second longer before standing up and heading back down the hallway, but not before giving his unconscious figure one more quick glance.
* * *
CIA HEADQUARTERS (48 Hours later)
Vaughn sat around the conference table that consisted of Devlin, Kendall, Weiss, and a few other higher up administrators.
"Agent Vaughn, will you please recount for us what happened in Morocco," Devlin asked.
Vaughn looked around the circle of men, and began to tell them what happened. "When I reached Kalmean, he claimed he didn't have the tape; he was getting it from another source, so I had to wait till his meeting with SD-6. I watched the two agents go into the conference room, and I watched Kalmean enter in a few minutes later. When they exited again, Kalmean and the two agents went in the opposite direction. I shot Kalmean, and put a bulletin out for the two agents. Apparently the two of them separated, because I found the girl alone. I attempted to overtake her, but failed. She knocked me out and got away with the tape."
Kendall stood up. "This is the woman that Agent Vaughn apparently met with," Kendall said, showing a picture from a security camera at the hotel. She had long brown hair and brown eyes, and the dress she was wearing showed of her slim but strong figure.
"Her name is Sydney Anne Bristow. She is an agent for the SD-6 facility. Her file is extensive. Her service to SD-6 is endless, and she is one of the Alliance's most prized possessions. And now she has succeeded in obtaining a tape that shows evidence of Agent Vaughn's meeting with the former Agent Grayson.
"Agent Vaughn," Kendall continued. "It will be up to you what you want to do. Would you like to remain under constant surveillance in the WPP or continue your work in office?"
Vaughn didn't even have to ponder his decision. "I'm staying. The Alliance must be destroyed."
Kendall nodded. "I figured your decision would be as such. Now that that is settled, our next mission is to obtain Sydney Bristow. If we can convince her to be apart of our agency and bring down the Alliance, our battle is half over."
"We need to convince Agent Bristow to our side," Devlin informed the group. "Whether we are able to get her into our custody or not, we have another factor. Sydney's father, Jack Bristow, also works for SD-6. If we can convince him to our side, we may get Sydney. This however is not going to be easy. During the trip to Morocco, the bug within the conference room was discovered. We have no way to know about what goes on within the facility, so instead, we plan on putting a pug in Agent Bristow's house."
Vaughn's brow furrowed. "If we're already planning on putting a bug in Agent Bristow's house, why don't we just bring her in?"
"The thing is, Agent Vaughn," Devlin explained, "is we don't want SD-6 to know that Agent Bristow is missing. If we're able to recruit Agent Bristow and the Alliance suspects disloyalty because of her absence, our whole cover will be blown." Vaughn nodded in understanding.
"With that said, I want Agent Weiss to bug Agent Bristow's apartment," Kendall said. At Vaughn's questioning stare he continued, "Agent Bristow has already seen you once, it's best if you stay out of the picture for a little while."
"Yes, sir," Vaughn said unenthusiastically.
"Alright everyone, that's it," Devlin said ending the meeting. Vaughn and Weiss exited together.
"Wow, Agent Bristow was hot with a capital 'h.'" Weiss said as they headed towards Vaughn's desk.
Vaughn raised an eyebrow. "Well you can try to date her if you want to get your ass kicked along the way. She's got a punch that you don't want to mess with."
Weiss gave Vaughn a wicked smile. "Maybe, I do, Mike, maybe I do." Vaughn just laughed.
"Your funeral Weiss."
* * *
SD-6
"Congratulations to Agent Dixon, Agent Bristow, and Agent Sark on their successful recovery of the tape," Sloane was saying at the debrief of the pervious mission. "We've now discovered who Agent Roderick was contacting within the Alliance." With a click of his remote, Sloane generated a large picture of the man that had attacked Sydney in Morocco. He was even more handsome than she remembered; the only problem was that this man was the enemy, and that made her eyes harden.
"His name is Michael Vaughn." Sloane paused to face the group. "My friends, this man is the enemy. He must be disposed of for the good of your country. Sydney, you and Dixon will be in charge. The hit is planned for two days from now. I will have more information for you two by the end of the day. Good job everyone, you're dismissed."
Sloane stepped out of the office while Dixon, Sydney, and Sark rose from their seats. "What, did you tell Sloane that you didn't want to work with me any longer?" Sark asked Sydney.
Sydney glared at him. "No, I didn't, but I'm glad it turned out that way anyway," Sydney retorted. "Dixon makes a better partner than you do."
"I see," Sark said calmly. "If that's what you think. But it was our team work that got us out of that hotel alive."
Sydney raised an eyebrow. "Really now? Because I thought it was actually my quick thinking that did it."
Sark was quiet, and Sydney gave him a quick smile and she left the conference room. Sark shrugged at Dixon. "Women." Dixon just shook his head.
"Hey don't be sour just because you don't have a way with them." With that said, Dixon turned around and left.
* * *
Jack Bristow walked into his house and threw his keys on the kitchen counter. He reached for the light switch next the door, and flicked on the light.
"Agent Bristow?" Jack looked up at the sound of someone calling his name. Two men were sitting around his dining room table; both dressed in suits. One had a baldhead, and the other one had dark black hair and looked slightly taller.
"Who are you?" Jack asked making a reach for his gun.
"I'm Agent Kendall," said the bald man. "And I'm CIA Director Devlin."
"CIA?" Jack asked suspiciously.
"Yes we're from the CIA. The real CIA," Devlin said. "You may want to sit down for this."
"I prefer standing," Jack said curtly.
"There's no real easy way to say this," Devlin began, "so I'm just going to say it." He took a deep breath. "Jack, the agency you're currently working for, is not actually a subunit of the CIA. The SD-6 facility is actually part of the Alliance."
Jack Bristow looked at the men in disbelief. "I don't believe you," he growled.
"Of course we don't expect you to believe us without proof," Agent Kendall stated. "That's why we've provided you with this." Agent Kendall drew a black disk from his pocket. "This disk has two codes. The first code will allow you to enter the Alliance database without detection. The second will allow you to enter the CIA database."
Agent Devlin continued from there. "What we want you to do is enter these sites for anything you want. You can do a search on Sloane and get any information you want. You can do a search on us to verify who we are. It will prove who you're really working for."
Jack Bristow looked at the disk. "How do I know that this isn't a set up?"
Kendall shrugged. "You don't, but I think that the database will answer all those obvious questions."
Jack Bristow lifted an eyebrow. "Why are you giving me access to a CIA confidential database? What if I don't believe you and betray you?"
Devlin watched him. "The thing with that is, is that the codes will change at noon tomorrow. If you don't access the proof by then, then you won't be able to access it at all."
Jack was still suspicious. "Why are you even telling me all this?"
"We want to recruit you into the real CIA. We want you…and your daughter to work with us as a double agent to take down the Alliance," Devlin explained.
"My daughter?" Jack Bristow asked. "What does she have to do with anything?"
"Both you and Sydney have considerable influence within the Alliance facility. With you two as double agents, the odds of taking down the Alliance become much greater," Kendall answered.
"We will contact you tomorrow to know your answer," Devlin said standing up.
"What answer?" Jack asked.
"Of whether you will join us, or work as a traitor to the USA. You get to decide your future now that you know the truth," Devlin said sincerely. "Good night, Agent Bristow."