Alright, this is chapter two of Harvest. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Alias characters, or anything Alias related.
(Chapter 2, Trouble)
Sydney reached behind her instinctively, grabbing the nearest object that could be used as a weapon. A letter opener in this case. The door slowly opened and Sydney watched the shadow that fell on the floor. Finally a figure emerged from behind the door, the figure of a cat. Relieved, Sydney momentarily let down her guard. Darin ran in, shouting.
"Go!"
"What?" Sydney asked while rising to her feet.
"Go! Baggs' men are on the elevator coming up."
"But I don't have the diamond!"
"I know where it is. I'll get it and be right behind you."
*I should probably get it myself, but then again this is training. Either way this is going to be very close. Too close,* Sydney thought to herself.
"Okay, I'll be at the safe house, meet me there when you get it," Sydney said as she climbed back into the air vent. *I really don't like this.*
*****
*Ok, she is gone. That was too close; it is a good thing they let junior agents carry guns. In truth, Darin had no clue where the diamond was. This mission had to go smoothly though: it was his first.* Darin racked his brain for every place he would hide a precious diamond, if he were Baggs. What was it he had read about people and their valuables?
Darin thought back to what had happened when Sydney had tripped the alarm. *I had been sitting in the chair nearest the coffee table; he was sitting on the couch opposite of me. Sydney tripped the alarm, he jumped up, grabbed his cat, and drew his gun. He was halfway to the door when he remembered me, he was seconds to late though. I shot him twice, once in the chest and once in the head. His cat ran off...his cat, that's it!* Darin knew exactly what he needed to do.
He ran into a bedroom, where the cat had curled up on the pillow. In the corner of the room was a leather bag; it looked like a cat carrier. Darin grabbed it and went for the cat. He estimated he probably had a minute to get out of the building.
He ran to Baggs' office and stuck his head in the air vent. He heard voices. *Okay, they know how Sydney got in; what's my escape route? Elevator on its way up with agents of K-Directorate, air vent blocked by more agents.* Okay be resourceful. He glanced out the large window in the lounge and slipped the cat carrier over his shoulder. He checked over his shoulder to see what floor the elevator was on: *Twenty, got to hurry!* With that thought Darin pulled out his 9 millimeter and shot four holes into the glass. As Darin expected, the glass was reinforced: it had not broken. Darin walked up to the glass and kicked with all his strength in the center of the box he had made. The glass shattered, fragments flying down to the street twenty-three floors below. *Here we go,* Darin thought.
*****
Sydney pulled herself through the vent, all the while cursing herself for ever leaving Darin. She knew he had no clue where that diamond was. Or at least she was betting on it: if Darin found the diamond it would be virtually impossible for her to get it away from him without him suspecting her. *Who would have thought my worse enemy at this point would be the agent in training? I have got to get down one more floor and then it will be safe to get out of this vent.*
That's when Sydney heard them: voices. Voices headed in her direction. There were other people in this vent. K-Directorate, no doubt. She accelerated her speed. *I have to get out of here this is a bad situation.* Sydney came around another corner and climbed down the next vent. She came around a corner and almost fell into the hole that gaped up at her suddenly. *Okay, here it goes.*
Sydney held her breath and dropped down into the darkness. The actual drop wasn't bad; it was the trying to land without making noise on the other hand didn't work out to well. Sydney's body hit the bottom of the vent like a ton of bricks; the metal walls and floors carried the sound throughout the whole network of vents.
"What was that?"
Sydney cursed under her breath. *Ok, right, left, left, straight, right, and drop. And then, you are home free.* Sydney started crawling, disregarding the noise that she made: it mattered little now. She heard what sounded like two men behind her and gaining. *Okay, straight, right, and drop*. Sydney finally made it to the drop; she was supposed to use a line for this one. No time. She looked down: three floors to fall. She jumped out into the shaft; the air whipped her hair into the air. *3, 2, 1.* Sydney spread out her legs against the shaft and started applying pressure when she was about fifteen feet off the ground.
When she finally came to a stop she let go, falling the remaining distance. She immediately sprang to her knees and started crawling again. She could see the vent ahead of her that she was to exit from. It had been resealed. *Okay, fine.* Sydney kicked the vent, which flew from the wall and landed on the floor outside of the shaft. Then she heard the loud thud of someone else landing from that drop. *It doesn't matter now: I'm gone.* Sydney swung herself out of the shaft and landed on the ground. She started running and didn't look back; she had to get down three more floors. The old fashioned way.
*****
Darin climbed out onto the ledge of the building, telling himself sternly, *It's only twenty-three floors*. He knew he had to get out of sight from the front of the building and as far away from that window as possible. He wasn't quite out of site when he heard someone yell that he had gone through the window. *Okay,* Darin thought as he came around the corner of the building. *Be resourceful, what to do, what to do?* With a briefcase in one hand and a cat carrier strapped over his shoulder he made his way around the building.
Darin heard someone curse from around the other side of the building. *Too close, too close. I have to get off of here, but where can I go? I don't dare go back in the building: it's too dangerous.* Darin took note of everything he could use. *My best bet is that,* Darin thought as looked at a cable running from the building across the street to the one he was stuck on. It had the American flag draped from it. He set down the cat carrier and opened his briefcase. He pulled out a pair of razor sharp wire cutters, soon to become cable cutters. Darin cut the cable and fed it through his belt loops, he tied the cable into a knot that provided a good place to grip. He grabbed the cat carrier and withdrew his pistol, leaving his briefcase on the ledge Darin leaped from the edge.
*****
She was on the second floor when it became clear to Sydney; K-Directorate definitely was in the know before they had even reached New York. They were everywhere; she had a time trying to get down nine floors full of enemy agents quickly without looking rushed. Sydney was in an elevator slowly making her way to the first floor, finally the elevator lurched to a stop. The doors opened and to Sydney's horror an all too familiar form loomed in the doorway.
"Anna," Sydney breathed.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Alias characters, or anything Alias related.
(Chapter 2, Trouble)
Sydney reached behind her instinctively, grabbing the nearest object that could be used as a weapon. A letter opener in this case. The door slowly opened and Sydney watched the shadow that fell on the floor. Finally a figure emerged from behind the door, the figure of a cat. Relieved, Sydney momentarily let down her guard. Darin ran in, shouting.
"Go!"
"What?" Sydney asked while rising to her feet.
"Go! Baggs' men are on the elevator coming up."
"But I don't have the diamond!"
"I know where it is. I'll get it and be right behind you."
*I should probably get it myself, but then again this is training. Either way this is going to be very close. Too close,* Sydney thought to herself.
"Okay, I'll be at the safe house, meet me there when you get it," Sydney said as she climbed back into the air vent. *I really don't like this.*
*****
*Ok, she is gone. That was too close; it is a good thing they let junior agents carry guns. In truth, Darin had no clue where the diamond was. This mission had to go smoothly though: it was his first.* Darin racked his brain for every place he would hide a precious diamond, if he were Baggs. What was it he had read about people and their valuables?
Darin thought back to what had happened when Sydney had tripped the alarm. *I had been sitting in the chair nearest the coffee table; he was sitting on the couch opposite of me. Sydney tripped the alarm, he jumped up, grabbed his cat, and drew his gun. He was halfway to the door when he remembered me, he was seconds to late though. I shot him twice, once in the chest and once in the head. His cat ran off...his cat, that's it!* Darin knew exactly what he needed to do.
He ran into a bedroom, where the cat had curled up on the pillow. In the corner of the room was a leather bag; it looked like a cat carrier. Darin grabbed it and went for the cat. He estimated he probably had a minute to get out of the building.
He ran to Baggs' office and stuck his head in the air vent. He heard voices. *Okay, they know how Sydney got in; what's my escape route? Elevator on its way up with agents of K-Directorate, air vent blocked by more agents.* Okay be resourceful. He glanced out the large window in the lounge and slipped the cat carrier over his shoulder. He checked over his shoulder to see what floor the elevator was on: *Twenty, got to hurry!* With that thought Darin pulled out his 9 millimeter and shot four holes into the glass. As Darin expected, the glass was reinforced: it had not broken. Darin walked up to the glass and kicked with all his strength in the center of the box he had made. The glass shattered, fragments flying down to the street twenty-three floors below. *Here we go,* Darin thought.
*****
Sydney pulled herself through the vent, all the while cursing herself for ever leaving Darin. She knew he had no clue where that diamond was. Or at least she was betting on it: if Darin found the diamond it would be virtually impossible for her to get it away from him without him suspecting her. *Who would have thought my worse enemy at this point would be the agent in training? I have got to get down one more floor and then it will be safe to get out of this vent.*
That's when Sydney heard them: voices. Voices headed in her direction. There were other people in this vent. K-Directorate, no doubt. She accelerated her speed. *I have to get out of here this is a bad situation.* Sydney came around another corner and climbed down the next vent. She came around a corner and almost fell into the hole that gaped up at her suddenly. *Okay, here it goes.*
Sydney held her breath and dropped down into the darkness. The actual drop wasn't bad; it was the trying to land without making noise on the other hand didn't work out to well. Sydney's body hit the bottom of the vent like a ton of bricks; the metal walls and floors carried the sound throughout the whole network of vents.
"What was that?"
Sydney cursed under her breath. *Ok, right, left, left, straight, right, and drop. And then, you are home free.* Sydney started crawling, disregarding the noise that she made: it mattered little now. She heard what sounded like two men behind her and gaining. *Okay, straight, right, and drop*. Sydney finally made it to the drop; she was supposed to use a line for this one. No time. She looked down: three floors to fall. She jumped out into the shaft; the air whipped her hair into the air. *3, 2, 1.* Sydney spread out her legs against the shaft and started applying pressure when she was about fifteen feet off the ground.
When she finally came to a stop she let go, falling the remaining distance. She immediately sprang to her knees and started crawling again. She could see the vent ahead of her that she was to exit from. It had been resealed. *Okay, fine.* Sydney kicked the vent, which flew from the wall and landed on the floor outside of the shaft. Then she heard the loud thud of someone else landing from that drop. *It doesn't matter now: I'm gone.* Sydney swung herself out of the shaft and landed on the ground. She started running and didn't look back; she had to get down three more floors. The old fashioned way.
*****
Darin climbed out onto the ledge of the building, telling himself sternly, *It's only twenty-three floors*. He knew he had to get out of sight from the front of the building and as far away from that window as possible. He wasn't quite out of site when he heard someone yell that he had gone through the window. *Okay,* Darin thought as he came around the corner of the building. *Be resourceful, what to do, what to do?* With a briefcase in one hand and a cat carrier strapped over his shoulder he made his way around the building.
Darin heard someone curse from around the other side of the building. *Too close, too close. I have to get off of here, but where can I go? I don't dare go back in the building: it's too dangerous.* Darin took note of everything he could use. *My best bet is that,* Darin thought as looked at a cable running from the building across the street to the one he was stuck on. It had the American flag draped from it. He set down the cat carrier and opened his briefcase. He pulled out a pair of razor sharp wire cutters, soon to become cable cutters. Darin cut the cable and fed it through his belt loops, he tied the cable into a knot that provided a good place to grip. He grabbed the cat carrier and withdrew his pistol, leaving his briefcase on the ledge Darin leaped from the edge.
*****
She was on the second floor when it became clear to Sydney; K-Directorate definitely was in the know before they had even reached New York. They were everywhere; she had a time trying to get down nine floors full of enemy agents quickly without looking rushed. Sydney was in an elevator slowly making her way to the first floor, finally the elevator lurched to a stop. The doors opened and to Sydney's horror an all too familiar form loomed in the doorway.
"Anna," Sydney breathed.