Tomorrow's Promise
Disclaimer: Everything Alias is the property of JJ Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, ABC, and Touchstone. Please consider this a humble tribute to the genius of the Alias characters and plotlines. No harm intended.
The titles for some of the chapters are from Police songs. Again, no harm intended. The lyrics of these songs seemed to relate to the story I wanted to tell.
Rating: PG for mild language.
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Feedback: Appreciated, especially on writing techniques.
1 King of Pain
In another warehouse, approximately 1-½ miles from where Sydney was located, Jack was worrying that Will was going into shock. Will sat on the floor shaking uncontrollably, and kept repeating, "I thought I was going to die…"
Jack had already examined Will's wounds, cleaned and bandaged what he could, and was trying to figure out what exactly had happened. From his appearance, it was obvious that Will had endured some torture. But what exactly had he told them? What could he have told them?
"Mr. Tippin, it is imperative that you tell me what happened to you during the last several days."
Will described the parts that he could remember. As Will was in the middle of describing the truth serum that had been used on him, Jack heard footsteps coming towards them. Jack turned covering Will and pulling his gun simultaneously.
Jack was relieved to see Vaughn, but the relief was short lived.
"Where is Sydney? Did you destroy the apparatus? And why are you wet?" Questions raced through Jack's mind.
"Sydney was captured. They're holding her in some kind of complex under the warehouse."
"Damnit!" Jack exclaimed. "What about the apparatus?"
"It's been destroyed."
Vaughn detailed the mission, including what he knew about Sydney's captors and her location. Jack quickly formulated a rescue plan. Will started to come out of his comatose-like condition and listened intently.
After a few calls on his satellite phone, Jack said "I've arranged for the warehouse club to be raided tonight by the Taipei police. That will give us a diversion and hopefully make it easier for us to get in undetected."
"How about some reinforcements?" Vaughn suggested.
"I'm not exactly on Devlin's good side right now, and I doubt that you are either. The last thing we want to do is to let the CIA know our location. This has to be a two-man mission." Jack said.
"How about a three-man mission?" Will asked.
Jack and Vaughn looked at Will as if they had just noticed his presence for the first time. After studying Will, Jack and Vaughn looked back at each other pondering the offer. Finally Jack returned a skeptical gaze back to Will.
"I think you've taken a few too many hits to the head, Mr. Tippin."
"Hey!" Will objected, "I might not be James Bond, but I'm sure that there is something I can do to help."
"James Bond?" Vaughn asked with a sarcastic tone.
"Whatever." Will said, his frustration apparent.
With a bit of a smile on his face, Vaughn turned to Jack.
"Jack," Vaughn started.
Jack quickly interrupted him, "He has no training." Jack paused a beat between each word to emphasize his point.
"But we could use a third person," Vaughn said.
Jack looked from Vaughn to Will and then back to Vaughn. With a sigh he agreed. "Okay. But we limit his exposure. It would be counter productive to rescue Sydney just to have her find out that we sacrificed him in the process."
Vaughn nodded. "She'd be pissed."
Disclaimer: Everything Alias is the property of JJ Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, ABC, and Touchstone. Please consider this a humble tribute to the genius of the Alias characters and plotlines. No harm intended.
The titles for some of the chapters are from Police songs. Again, no harm intended. The lyrics of these songs seemed to relate to the story I wanted to tell.
Rating: PG for mild language.
Archive: Please ask first.
Feedback: Appreciated, especially on writing techniques.
1 King of Pain
In another warehouse, approximately 1-½ miles from where Sydney was located, Jack was worrying that Will was going into shock. Will sat on the floor shaking uncontrollably, and kept repeating, "I thought I was going to die…"
Jack had already examined Will's wounds, cleaned and bandaged what he could, and was trying to figure out what exactly had happened. From his appearance, it was obvious that Will had endured some torture. But what exactly had he told them? What could he have told them?
"Mr. Tippin, it is imperative that you tell me what happened to you during the last several days."
Will described the parts that he could remember. As Will was in the middle of describing the truth serum that had been used on him, Jack heard footsteps coming towards them. Jack turned covering Will and pulling his gun simultaneously.
Jack was relieved to see Vaughn, but the relief was short lived.
"Where is Sydney? Did you destroy the apparatus? And why are you wet?" Questions raced through Jack's mind.
"Sydney was captured. They're holding her in some kind of complex under the warehouse."
"Damnit!" Jack exclaimed. "What about the apparatus?"
"It's been destroyed."
Vaughn detailed the mission, including what he knew about Sydney's captors and her location. Jack quickly formulated a rescue plan. Will started to come out of his comatose-like condition and listened intently.
After a few calls on his satellite phone, Jack said "I've arranged for the warehouse club to be raided tonight by the Taipei police. That will give us a diversion and hopefully make it easier for us to get in undetected."
"How about some reinforcements?" Vaughn suggested.
"I'm not exactly on Devlin's good side right now, and I doubt that you are either. The last thing we want to do is to let the CIA know our location. This has to be a two-man mission." Jack said.
"How about a three-man mission?" Will asked.
Jack and Vaughn looked at Will as if they had just noticed his presence for the first time. After studying Will, Jack and Vaughn looked back at each other pondering the offer. Finally Jack returned a skeptical gaze back to Will.
"I think you've taken a few too many hits to the head, Mr. Tippin."
"Hey!" Will objected, "I might not be James Bond, but I'm sure that there is something I can do to help."
"James Bond?" Vaughn asked with a sarcastic tone.
"Whatever." Will said, his frustration apparent.
With a bit of a smile on his face, Vaughn turned to Jack.
"Jack," Vaughn started.
Jack quickly interrupted him, "He has no training." Jack paused a beat between each word to emphasize his point.
"But we could use a third person," Vaughn said.
Jack looked from Vaughn to Will and then back to Vaughn. With a sigh he agreed. "Okay. But we limit his exposure. It would be counter productive to rescue Sydney just to have her find out that we sacrificed him in the process."
Vaughn nodded. "She'd be pissed."