Hi! This is my first fan fiction I hope you all like it. Feel free to personally e-mail me compliments or complaints, be brutally honest just don't flat out insult me. ;) My e-mail is [1]Sport4u13@aol.com
By the way, I don't own any of the Alias characters, I do not claim to have created this series. So please don't sue me.
(Chapter 1, The New Agent)
"Congratulations on your-your promotion," Marshall stammered. "You're really young, but-but, I mean I know you must be really talented to be, I mean no one would hold it against you..."
"Thanks Marshall, I think I know what you mean," Darin said coolly. *It's not like we haven't known each other for two years*, Darin thought.
"You are the youngest agent to serve SD-6. What are you, in tenth grade?" Larson asked.
Darin broke the following silence with a brief false laughter. Taking his lead the few collogues all joined in.
"Eighteen, last October. Of course I've worked for intelligence and other braches since I was sixteen. I couldn't wait to be an agent," Darin answered Larson's question, fully knowing it supposed to have been an insult.
A wiry young man entered, he looked around the room nervously.
"Mr. Darin Blaise?" he asked.
"That would be me."
"You are required in the briefing room," the man said quickly.
"Thank you very much," replied Darin. Perfect timing, he thought.
Darin breezed down the hall, savoring every moment of his new life. He followed the wiry man to a doorway. Darin let himself in. Sitting around the table was, Sydney Bristow, Jack Bristow, Arvin Sloane, and Marshall Flinkman.
"Good afternoon, Syd, Jack, Marshall this is Darin Blaise. He is a new agent for SD-6, he has just been promoted from intelligence to B-level agent. Lately we have been recruiting more agents and SD-6 has realized the best way to train these new agents is to partner them with a more senior agent for a week or two," explained Sloane.
"So I'm going to be babysitting the newbie for two weeks," spat Sydney before she could think. This really burned her up: she was a senior agent and had risked everything for SD-6 and she was training kids now. Not to mention that the CIA wouldn't be getting anything useful for a couple of weeks since the missions she would be going on would be simple and pointless.
"Agent Dixon is also showing an agent the ropes this week, consider it a break," Jack stated. Blaise looked at Agent Bristow with contempt.
"Blaise will accompany you to New York," Sloane put in after a few tense seconds had passed. Reluctantly Sydney asked, "What's in New York?"
"The key to this lockbox." As Sloane was talking, the monitors showed a picture of a large silver lockbox. "Intel tells us that the key is located in Elijah Baggs' New York penthouse. Baggs is a wealthy banker and a known K-Directorate agent," Sloane explained as he glanced at Blaise and then Sydney.
"Another agent recovered the lockbox yesterday. The contents of the box are too fragile and valuable to risk forcing the box open. Marshall," Sloane finished.
"Okay, now. First of all how many of you noticed that meteor shower last night? You? No, no one? Well, anyway, the key to the lockbox is actually a precisely cut diamond. So the best bet is that it is in Baggs' personal vault in his penthouse. Now while Mr. Blaise will be distracting Mr. Baggs, you, Miss Bristow will be coming in through the ventilation shaft into Mr. Bagg's office. Since breaking into the vault will be Miss Bristow's only task, we won't disguise any of the equipment for actually opening the vault. So, Miss Bristow, you can meet me in tech-ops later for a review," Marshall stammered.
"When do I...we leave?" Sydney asked Sloane.
"Tomorrow," Jack replied.
****
Sydney's Apartment That Night
Sydney unlocked her door and turned on the light switch as walked into the kitchen. She had just dropped off the information to the CIA about the mission. What made Sydney so sick was that SD-6 was recruiting more and more new agents and feeding them all those lies about whom they worked for. As Sydney went over all these thoughts in her head, she started a bath and opened a bottle of wine. Sydney disrobed and gently climbed into the bath. *I want to bring these people down more than anything in the world*. She hated everything that SD-6 stood for; she hated it with a passion. *This is what Vaughn warned me about, letting others see the darkness in me. My darkness is for SD-6, and no matter what I can't let that show.* Her phone ringing interrupted Sydney's thoughts, and she hopped out of the bathtub, and went for the phone.
"Hello," Sydney said.
"Joey's Pizza," the voice on the line asked.
"I'm sorry, wrong number," Sydney answered coolly.
****
Vaughn straightened as he heard Sydney's footsteps. As Sydney walked in, he got up from his chair.
"Hi," Vaughn said to Sydney.
"Hi," Sydney replied with a smile.
"Listen, I need to cut to the chase about your next mission," Vaughn cut in before Sydney could say anything else. "Under NO circumstances can that diamond end up in anybody's hands but the CIA's," Vaughn said in his most serious tone.
"What's in the case?" Sydney asked.
"The names of at least 30 over seas operatives of the CIA's," Vaughn answered gravely.
For Vaughn this was a very trying moment: his own father had been assassinated because his name had been sold to the KGB. Not to mention it had been Sydney's mother who had been the assassin. Vaughn considered it his personal mission to stop those names from getting in the wrong persons hands. And he knew Sydney would understand.
****
New York
As Darin stepped out of the cab he thought back to his very confusing meeting with Marshall. *What a guy, he never knows when to shut up. Reminds me of myself; I sure hope I remember everything about his little gadgets*. Because of the security system in the building, Darin had to enter under disguise. As he walked into the skyscraper, Darin, readjusted his jumpsuit. He had ridiculous blue hair and a Terminex jumpsuit on.
Darin walked into the elevator and pulled out his cell phone, he pressed the appropriate digits and there three short beeps. *Ok, elevator camera off.*
"Sydney, I'm in the elevator, headed to the twenty-third floor," Darin breathed into his concealed transmitter.
"Copy that, I'm in the air duct above his office. He is still looking over papers," Sydney replied.
Darin quickly stripped off his jumpsuit and readjusted his suit he had on underneath. He pulled out a large comb and mirror from his briefcase. Darin ran the comb through his hair, as he did his hair changed to a dark black color. Darin checked the mirror to make sure he hadn't missed a spot. *Ok, change complete. I put my stuff in my brief case. Ok.*
****
*Where is he?* Sydney was hovering over Baggs' office hidden in the air duct. *Where is that safe?* Sydney thought. *Maybe if I get a little closer.* Suddenly there was what seemed to Sydney a loud scratching noise. Baggs' looked up but just as he did a buzzer went off. He left his office to see who was ringing him.
"Sydney, I just buzzed Baggs. I'm on his floor now," Darin said.
"Thank God," Sydney breathed.
"What's that," Darin asked.
"Nothing, I've got a 20 on the safe. I'm going in."
Sydney picked up the screwdriver that had worked its way free from her belt and had made that God-awful noise only seconds before. Sydney pulled out her miniature drill and drilled off the bindings that kept the vent locked. She quickly checked the room for cameras and then swung herself down into Baggs' office. Sydney moved silently but quickly across the room toward a large built-in bookcase. Carefully Sydney unzipped her small black nylon bag, she pulled out what would appear to be a palm pilot. Sydney pressed the small oval shaped button on the bottom of the pad. The screen on the miniature computer flicked to life, it showed the bookcase in a green wire-fame. Sydney saw the safe hidden behind the fake panel in the bookcase; it showed up easily on the monitor Marshall had made her. The panel came down easily, and Sydney set to work on opening the safe immediately.
****
Darin was in the lounge of Elijah Baggs' penthouse. He was posing as an intern from Baggs' bank, and was going over his history with the bank so that he could get a transfer to a bank in New Jersey. All the while Darin was facing Baggs' office and could see Sydney every once and a while. Good thing he has his back to his office, Darin thought.
"All right, well everything seems to be in order," Elijah said in closing.
"Oh, what a beautiful cat," Darin remarked desperately trying to buy time.
"Yes, she is, isn't she, she is a Persian Longhair her name is Poodles," was Baggs reply.
The cat jumped up on Darin's lap, and purred. Darin rubbed the cat on its underside and felt a lump right around her stomach area.
"It is a shame I have to put her down," Elijah Baggs remarked.
"Put her down," Darin said, the question evident in his voice.
"Yes, she has a tumor in her stomach, very painful," he replied.
Immediately after Darin spoke a blaring siren went off. Darin saw Elijah going for a gun in his coat pocket.
****
Sydney saw it just as it happened. A camera was in the safe, and as soon as she opened the door it took a picture. No doubt linked to a computer that would compare her photo to all those authorized to open the safe. Almost instantly an alarm went off. Sydney raked through the contents of the safe as quickly as possible. She had been going through the papers and boxes no longer than three seconds when she heard it, two gunshots. Sydney froze. She had forgotten about Darin, he had been with Elijah. Oh no, he's dead. That means Baggs is still alive and headed this way. Just as Sydney was thinking this the door to Baggs' office opened.
References
1. mailto:Sport4u13@aol.com
By the way, I don't own any of the Alias characters, I do not claim to have created this series. So please don't sue me.
(Chapter 1, The New Agent)
"Congratulations on your-your promotion," Marshall stammered. "You're really young, but-but, I mean I know you must be really talented to be, I mean no one would hold it against you..."
"Thanks Marshall, I think I know what you mean," Darin said coolly. *It's not like we haven't known each other for two years*, Darin thought.
"You are the youngest agent to serve SD-6. What are you, in tenth grade?" Larson asked.
Darin broke the following silence with a brief false laughter. Taking his lead the few collogues all joined in.
"Eighteen, last October. Of course I've worked for intelligence and other braches since I was sixteen. I couldn't wait to be an agent," Darin answered Larson's question, fully knowing it supposed to have been an insult.
A wiry young man entered, he looked around the room nervously.
"Mr. Darin Blaise?" he asked.
"That would be me."
"You are required in the briefing room," the man said quickly.
"Thank you very much," replied Darin. Perfect timing, he thought.
Darin breezed down the hall, savoring every moment of his new life. He followed the wiry man to a doorway. Darin let himself in. Sitting around the table was, Sydney Bristow, Jack Bristow, Arvin Sloane, and Marshall Flinkman.
"Good afternoon, Syd, Jack, Marshall this is Darin Blaise. He is a new agent for SD-6, he has just been promoted from intelligence to B-level agent. Lately we have been recruiting more agents and SD-6 has realized the best way to train these new agents is to partner them with a more senior agent for a week or two," explained Sloane.
"So I'm going to be babysitting the newbie for two weeks," spat Sydney before she could think. This really burned her up: she was a senior agent and had risked everything for SD-6 and she was training kids now. Not to mention that the CIA wouldn't be getting anything useful for a couple of weeks since the missions she would be going on would be simple and pointless.
"Agent Dixon is also showing an agent the ropes this week, consider it a break," Jack stated. Blaise looked at Agent Bristow with contempt.
"Blaise will accompany you to New York," Sloane put in after a few tense seconds had passed. Reluctantly Sydney asked, "What's in New York?"
"The key to this lockbox." As Sloane was talking, the monitors showed a picture of a large silver lockbox. "Intel tells us that the key is located in Elijah Baggs' New York penthouse. Baggs is a wealthy banker and a known K-Directorate agent," Sloane explained as he glanced at Blaise and then Sydney.
"Another agent recovered the lockbox yesterday. The contents of the box are too fragile and valuable to risk forcing the box open. Marshall," Sloane finished.
"Okay, now. First of all how many of you noticed that meteor shower last night? You? No, no one? Well, anyway, the key to the lockbox is actually a precisely cut diamond. So the best bet is that it is in Baggs' personal vault in his penthouse. Now while Mr. Blaise will be distracting Mr. Baggs, you, Miss Bristow will be coming in through the ventilation shaft into Mr. Bagg's office. Since breaking into the vault will be Miss Bristow's only task, we won't disguise any of the equipment for actually opening the vault. So, Miss Bristow, you can meet me in tech-ops later for a review," Marshall stammered.
"When do I...we leave?" Sydney asked Sloane.
"Tomorrow," Jack replied.
****
Sydney's Apartment That Night
Sydney unlocked her door and turned on the light switch as walked into the kitchen. She had just dropped off the information to the CIA about the mission. What made Sydney so sick was that SD-6 was recruiting more and more new agents and feeding them all those lies about whom they worked for. As Sydney went over all these thoughts in her head, she started a bath and opened a bottle of wine. Sydney disrobed and gently climbed into the bath. *I want to bring these people down more than anything in the world*. She hated everything that SD-6 stood for; she hated it with a passion. *This is what Vaughn warned me about, letting others see the darkness in me. My darkness is for SD-6, and no matter what I can't let that show.* Her phone ringing interrupted Sydney's thoughts, and she hopped out of the bathtub, and went for the phone.
"Hello," Sydney said.
"Joey's Pizza," the voice on the line asked.
"I'm sorry, wrong number," Sydney answered coolly.
****
Vaughn straightened as he heard Sydney's footsteps. As Sydney walked in, he got up from his chair.
"Hi," Vaughn said to Sydney.
"Hi," Sydney replied with a smile.
"Listen, I need to cut to the chase about your next mission," Vaughn cut in before Sydney could say anything else. "Under NO circumstances can that diamond end up in anybody's hands but the CIA's," Vaughn said in his most serious tone.
"What's in the case?" Sydney asked.
"The names of at least 30 over seas operatives of the CIA's," Vaughn answered gravely.
For Vaughn this was a very trying moment: his own father had been assassinated because his name had been sold to the KGB. Not to mention it had been Sydney's mother who had been the assassin. Vaughn considered it his personal mission to stop those names from getting in the wrong persons hands. And he knew Sydney would understand.
****
New York
As Darin stepped out of the cab he thought back to his very confusing meeting with Marshall. *What a guy, he never knows when to shut up. Reminds me of myself; I sure hope I remember everything about his little gadgets*. Because of the security system in the building, Darin had to enter under disguise. As he walked into the skyscraper, Darin, readjusted his jumpsuit. He had ridiculous blue hair and a Terminex jumpsuit on.
Darin walked into the elevator and pulled out his cell phone, he pressed the appropriate digits and there three short beeps. *Ok, elevator camera off.*
"Sydney, I'm in the elevator, headed to the twenty-third floor," Darin breathed into his concealed transmitter.
"Copy that, I'm in the air duct above his office. He is still looking over papers," Sydney replied.
Darin quickly stripped off his jumpsuit and readjusted his suit he had on underneath. He pulled out a large comb and mirror from his briefcase. Darin ran the comb through his hair, as he did his hair changed to a dark black color. Darin checked the mirror to make sure he hadn't missed a spot. *Ok, change complete. I put my stuff in my brief case. Ok.*
****
*Where is he?* Sydney was hovering over Baggs' office hidden in the air duct. *Where is that safe?* Sydney thought. *Maybe if I get a little closer.* Suddenly there was what seemed to Sydney a loud scratching noise. Baggs' looked up but just as he did a buzzer went off. He left his office to see who was ringing him.
"Sydney, I just buzzed Baggs. I'm on his floor now," Darin said.
"Thank God," Sydney breathed.
"What's that," Darin asked.
"Nothing, I've got a 20 on the safe. I'm going in."
Sydney picked up the screwdriver that had worked its way free from her belt and had made that God-awful noise only seconds before. Sydney pulled out her miniature drill and drilled off the bindings that kept the vent locked. She quickly checked the room for cameras and then swung herself down into Baggs' office. Sydney moved silently but quickly across the room toward a large built-in bookcase. Carefully Sydney unzipped her small black nylon bag, she pulled out what would appear to be a palm pilot. Sydney pressed the small oval shaped button on the bottom of the pad. The screen on the miniature computer flicked to life, it showed the bookcase in a green wire-fame. Sydney saw the safe hidden behind the fake panel in the bookcase; it showed up easily on the monitor Marshall had made her. The panel came down easily, and Sydney set to work on opening the safe immediately.
****
Darin was in the lounge of Elijah Baggs' penthouse. He was posing as an intern from Baggs' bank, and was going over his history with the bank so that he could get a transfer to a bank in New Jersey. All the while Darin was facing Baggs' office and could see Sydney every once and a while. Good thing he has his back to his office, Darin thought.
"All right, well everything seems to be in order," Elijah said in closing.
"Oh, what a beautiful cat," Darin remarked desperately trying to buy time.
"Yes, she is, isn't she, she is a Persian Longhair her name is Poodles," was Baggs reply.
The cat jumped up on Darin's lap, and purred. Darin rubbed the cat on its underside and felt a lump right around her stomach area.
"It is a shame I have to put her down," Elijah Baggs remarked.
"Put her down," Darin said, the question evident in his voice.
"Yes, she has a tumor in her stomach, very painful," he replied.
Immediately after Darin spoke a blaring siren went off. Darin saw Elijah going for a gun in his coat pocket.
****
Sydney saw it just as it happened. A camera was in the safe, and as soon as she opened the door it took a picture. No doubt linked to a computer that would compare her photo to all those authorized to open the safe. Almost instantly an alarm went off. Sydney raked through the contents of the safe as quickly as possible. She had been going through the papers and boxes no longer than three seconds when she heard it, two gunshots. Sydney froze. She had forgotten about Darin, he had been with Elijah. Oh no, he's dead. That means Baggs is still alive and headed this way. Just as Sydney was thinking this the door to Baggs' office opened.
References
1. mailto:Sport4u13@aol.com