Part 2
Archive: Tell me where first
Disclaimer: I don't own any Alias characters, those are owned by J.J. Abrams.
Sydney arrived at the Sleepy Inn at 3:45am. The drive had taken slightly longer than she had hoped. The Sleepy Inn was a big 10-story building with what looked like a 2-story lobby. Sydney quickly finds a parking spot and heads in.
The lobby was a beautiful place with a big beautiful chandelier hanging from the centre of the room. The entire place was done in a deep red wood colour. Over to her right behind the desk there was a bored looking bellboy. When he saw Sydney he perked right up.
"Can I help you?" he said in a slightly boyish voice.
"Yes you can," replies Sydney. "My name is Kelly Frasier, could you give me directions to room 315? I'm supposed to meet someone there. I already have the key."
"Well Ms. Frasier, take the elevator to floor 3, then turn to your right. It's about half way down the hall," the bellboy replied.
"Thanks," Sydney says as she headed towards the elevator.
The doors to the elevator open just after she presses the button. The elevator, like the rest of the lobby, was mostly wood, but the floor was a beautiful sky blue carpet with dark blue spots. She gets in and presses the button for floor 3. The doors close and the elevator begins the trip up the floors.
"Bing!" the elevator rings on the third floor.
The doors open and the lights from the hallway flood in. Nervously Sydney jams her orange-blonde hair behind her ear and steps off the elevator, prepared for anything. Quick glances to the left and right show that the hallway is completely empty. Breathing a sigh of relief she starts off to her room.
325…320…317…315, ah! Here we are, Sydney thinks to herself.
With another quick glance to her left and right, she slides the key into the lock and slips inside. The door shuts automatically behind. The room was almost completely black. Sydney, knowing hotels all too well, started feeling along the walls for a light switch.
AHA! Thought Sydney as her hand made contact with a switch and turns it on.
Instantly the room is filled with a bright light. Sydney was blinded for a brief moment. Her eyes finally adjusted she could see the room clearly. It was a fairly large room all done in shades of green with a king-size bed, couch, table, and a couple chairs. Obviously the CIA didn't spare any expense for this. The bathroom was also fairly big including a full size tub. Suddenly Sydney felt like a long hot bath and sleeping until noon, but she quickly forced the idea out of her head and noticed a small sheet of paper left on the bed. Sydney walked over and began reading it.
'From here on out nothing will be left in view in the room, everything will be hidden in the same spot in every room:
Change of clothes will be in the dresser Food will be left under the bed Makeup and hair wig/dye will be under the sink Your orders and other misc. items will be in the bedside tableI am always not far from here in this rush to save your life from SD-6. All rooms have been purchased so they will not change unless something happens but I doubt it will. Good luck, Bristow, and be careful.
Weiss'
Sydney sits down on the bed reading it over again. Off in the distance the sound of an elevator door opening jolts Sydney back to the hotel room. She quickly gets up and heads to the door, locks it, and turns off the light. Footsteps were heard leaving the elevator and heading down the hall the opposite way. The footsteps stop, she could hear a key being put into a lock. The door opens and closes. Sydney lets out a sigh of relief and heads back to the bed. Instead of sitting down, she heads to the bedside table and opens the drawer. Near the back of the drawer there was a discreet brown package wrapped in brown paper. Nothing was written on it at all, except in the top left corner on the back in tiny print it said 'Kelly Frasier.'
Without wasting another second by just staring at the package, she rips the package open and finds a flimsy donut box that was used as packaging.
"Count on Weiss not to waste anything," Sydney chuckled to herself.
Quickly opening the lid to the box and peering inside, she spots 2 envelopes and a bright red cell phone. Instinctively she picks up the cell phone and looks it over. Weiss had obviously left it on for her. Quickly she forgot about the cell phone and placed it on the bed. The 2 envelopes contained her next orders and what happened.
'About 2 months ago Sloane finally noticed that every fake item came from your missions. Naturally he had SD-6 investigate this. If you remember the mission where you and Dixon were to infiltrate the K-Directorate at 2 different locations and steal some pages from the recently discovered book of Rambaldi's. Naturally Sloane sent you after the blank page 47. Your counter-mission was to substitute the real page 47 for the fake one we provided. When you got back, he immediately carbon-dated the pages. Yours was substantially newer than the other ones. This was an oversight on our part that got you caught.'
The letter ended there. Sydney couldn't believe that such a small oversight got her caught. A quick re-read told her that she didn't miss anything. She placed the letter down on the bed and picked up her orders.
'Again, your orders are very straightforward. Change clothes and get out of the hotel as fast as possible. There is no time for sleep. Once you're ready to go, get back into your Taurus and drive to San Francisco. Every second counts! There are CIA agents keeping watch, but get going.'
Following the note Sydney headed to the dresser and grabbed the brown paper bag that was inside and headed to the bathroom. Under the sink there was just another note.
'Use the same makeup and wig you currently have.'
Pulling out her new costume reveals tight light sky blue pants with a blue form-fitting T-shirt. Sydney quickly throws the clothes on, pausing a moment to fix her wig. Rushing out of the bathroom she glances quickly at the bedside clock to see it shining 4:30. As she approached the bed her new phone began to ring. Finishing the distance to the bed quickly she picks up the phone and pressing answer.
"Hello?" Sydney answers.
"Get out, now!" A voice like Weiss replies. "CIA agents report that Sloane just arrived."
Sydney walked to the window and looked out. Sure enough there was Sloane with about a dozen other agents including Dixon and Marshall.
"Shit!" Sydney shouts into the phone and a muffled sound answers. "Sorry, didn't realize I shouted."
"You have to listen carefully. Grab your stuff and go out of the room. If you turn and keep down the hall there is a stairway. Get into it and wait until I say it's safe. Now go!"
Sydney bolted towards the door and got out into the hall. Not wanting to wake up the entire floor by running she collected herself and started walking to the stairwell.
"I'm in," Sydney says into the phone as the door closes behind her.
"Good," Weiss replies. "Sloane, Dixon, and Marshall have gotten into the elevator just now but 2 other agents headed to the stairs. Be careful. You can no longer go out the front door as the rest of the agents are waiting out for you to try to escape. There is a back way out of the hotel. Go as far down the stairwell as possible, and careful of the agents, they're probably wired to Sloane in some way."
Very carefully she started her trip to the basement stepping down a stair, then pausing to listen for sounds. No sounds were coming up, but Sydney knew they were there. Moving as quickly and as quietly as possible with a cell phone to her ear in case Weiss had some important information for her, she finally made it down a flight of stairs. Peeking around the corner in the stairwell she was confronted by 2 lightly armed men. Luckily they were busy checking out the 2nd floor corridor and didn't see her glance around at them. Pulling back quickly she weighed her options.
Ok, calm down Syd, she thinks to herself. You could either knock them out but that would get Sloane on me quickly, or I could see if my costume fools them, and if that doesn't work, then I knock them out.
Deciding on the second option in hopes of better odds in getting out alive, she adjusts her wig and hides the cell phone in her pocket with the outline showing through. She steps around the corner and continues down the stairs. Immediately the 2 agents turn around and study her. The bigger of the two didn't fall for the costume and immediately reached for his gun.
Ah well, it didn't work, Sydney thought.
By the time the big agent had his gun out and pointing it at Sydney, she had finished the last couple stairs between them. Quickly she grabs his arm and pushes it so she was out of the line of fire and kneed him in the stomach. He collapses over clutches at himself, his gun hitting the floor. The other agent backed off and grabbed for his walkie-talkie.
"Mayday!! Mayday!! She's…" The agent managed to yell before getting kicked hard in the face.
The agent falls to the ground unconscious with a trickle of blood coming from above his left ear. The walkie-talkie he was using smashes into pieces on contact with the floor. Glancing back at the first agent he was reaching for his gun which was just within his range. Quickly moving to prevent him from getting the gun she steps on his hand. A fairly high-pitched moaning came from the agent that got louder and louder as more of Sydney's weight was added. Reaching down she picks up the gun and whacks the agent on the head, knocking him out cold. Pulling her cell phone out of the pocket she yells in.
"Both agents out cold, heading to the basement."
"Hurry Agent Bristow, Hurry."
Sydney flew down the stairs 2 or 3 at a time although when she hit the main floor she heard a slam from the door above and footsteps flying down the stairs. Sydney picked up the pace and literally flew down the last flight. She hits the floor and sees 3 directions.
"Which way?" She asks into the phone.
"Left," Wiess' voice sounded a little fuzzy.
Sydney sets off at a sprint up the hall, her hair flying behind, and the footsteps on the stairs getting louder. Out of no where gun fire rang off the walls.
"STOP!" Dixon yelled while firing his gun.
"Never," Sydney shouted back while picking up the pace.
The hall turned just ahead, and a good thing too. She rounded the corner just as more gunfire rained out where she was not more than a second ago. Not far ahead she sees a glass door to the outside with a flight of stairs lit by a light, which seemed to lead to ground level. To Sydney it was probably the longest 5-second sprint in her life. She throws her body against the door and it flies open. Taking 3 stairs at the time to get to the surface, she hears more gunfire rain out from behind her, shattering the glass in the door. At the surface she starts sprinting off to her left towards the forest. Raising the phone to her ear Weiss' voice could be heard.
"Sydney? SYDNEY!! Damn, answer me!"
"I'm here," Sydney replies into the phone. "I need to get out of here, they're right on my heels!"
"Right, when you left the building, which way did you go?"
"Left."
"Do a 90 or a 180 degree turn and run. The other SD-6 agents are waiting in the forest for you."
"Now you tell me," Sydney replies sarcastically. "Alright, I'm doing a 90 degree turn. Can I have an extraction near here? I don't want to run for 10 miles."
In all honesty running 10 miles is easy for Sydney, she often runs that on weekdays and double that on weekends, but she can only make 1 mile, possibly 2, at the sprinting speed she was going.
"Ok, the extraction team is about 1 ½ miles up the road."
"Thanks."
Sydney took off up the road, not caring that Dixon & Sloane just came out of the hotel with Marshall panting behind, not caring that their guns were aimed at her, not really caring that there was gunfire coming from behind her.
Sydney stumbled, a searing pain in her right leg.