Title: Ciel de Soiree (Evening Sky)
Author : Val and Dani
E-mail: Val- Candygurl59@aol.com Dani- Pegasus1788@aol.com
website URL: http://www.geocities.com/AliasLuver/Alias_Obsession- Val
feedback: Val and I would greatly appreciate your opinions :-)
distribution: sure just e-mail us first :-)
disclaimer: I think it would be pretty awesome if we owned this show, but I know I don't. I don't know Val personally, but something tells me she's also not ABC, JJ Abrams, or Bad Robot. ;-)
summary: Alternate season finale for CD 2002 Super Challenge- Sydney returns from a mission in France to shocking and devastating news about Will.
Rating: PG-13 for mild cursing
Classification: Drama/Angst
~Part 1~
LOS ANGELES
It was late. I was tired. The night was cool and no stars or moon could be found against the velvety black sky. Something, somewhere, a far off echo or a whisper in the horizon seemed to be calling a warning to me- danger was coming.
And yet I continued driving along the smoky colored road, the bright lights of LA traffic blurring as I sped towards my destination. My watch beeped gallingly into the buzzing silence, and I glanced down quickly.
12:00 AM.
With a half sigh, half yawn, I pulled my car into a parking space outside the building I'd unfortunately come to know so well. I honestly could never see how people passed this "bank" and suspected nothing. Could they not feel the cold atmosphere surrounding it? They didn't notice the evil spilling out of the cracks in the walls? They could not see that they were being deceived?
I guess not. I hadn't.
Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I'd just turned down that stupid offer seven years ago. I'd probably be sitting in a warm, lovely house, the kind I'd always imagined living in. It had creamy colored walls and burgundy curtains. Danny and I would be cuddling on a midnight blue couch in front of a crackling fire, a smiling, bouncing baby girl on my lap. Will would be safe at home as well, thinking up a storm for an article, not locked away in a safe house, random agents looking in on him from behind a mirror.
But I wouldn't know Vaughn.
I shook the thoughts off and entered Credit Dauphine, almost laughing at the irony of the fact that I came to SD-6 like a slave every time I was summoned by my pager, when really all I wanted to do was see it go up in flames like the Hell it was.
"Hello, Agent Bristow. I'm sorry about the late hour of this meeting, but I'll need to send you on this mission tomorrow morning," Sloane greeted me as I walked into the briefing room. I took my seat next to Dixon and looked up at the screen behind Sloane as it flickered.
An image of a painting appeared on the screen. It was of a garden, swirling with color. Flowers in every hue of blue, purple, and pink were sprinkled against a shocking green ground. Its beauty was captivating, and I wondered how anything this gorgeous could be involved with anything so evil as SD-6.
Sloane pointed up at the image. "This is a painting by the French artist Jacques Loring. Loring is believed to have been a loyal follower of Rambaldi, and there is evidence of a code hidden in this painting that will put together one more piece of the Rambaldi puzzle. The painting is in the Hilaire Art Gallery in Nantes, France. Agent Bristow, Agent Dixon, you will be going to the gallery as Michelle Cortez and Maurice Holden, two art dealers. Your mission is simple. Retrieve the painting and bring it back so the codes can be deciphered. Marshall will brief you on the op-tech."
Marshall stood. "Umm, good evening everyone. I'm gonna try and get this done fast because I'm sure we're all tired. I know I am, so I made this, um, coffee in case anyone needs some caffeine," he pointed to a steaming thermos on the table next to him. Sloane gave him an exasperated glare.
Marshall blushed. "Um, no one? Well, ok then. Anyway, this," he held up what appeared to be an expensive calligraphy pen, "looks like an ordinary pen, right? You know, write birthday cards, wedding invitations, love letters. yeah. okay. But really, when you unscrew it and take out the ink chamber, it is used as a security scrambler. You pour some of this ink into the alarm and that baby will sizzle like eggs in a frying pan. Then, you're free to grab the painting and run. Well, maybe not grab and run 'cause that would be a bit obvious, but you know what to do. is everyone sure they don't want coffee?" ******************************************************************
TBC.
~this part was written by Dani
Author : Val and Dani
E-mail: Val- Candygurl59@aol.com Dani- Pegasus1788@aol.com
website URL: http://www.geocities.com/AliasLuver/Alias_Obsession- Val
feedback: Val and I would greatly appreciate your opinions :-)
distribution: sure just e-mail us first :-)
disclaimer: I think it would be pretty awesome if we owned this show, but I know I don't. I don't know Val personally, but something tells me she's also not ABC, JJ Abrams, or Bad Robot. ;-)
summary: Alternate season finale for CD 2002 Super Challenge- Sydney returns from a mission in France to shocking and devastating news about Will.
Rating: PG-13 for mild cursing
Classification: Drama/Angst
~Part 1~
LOS ANGELES
It was late. I was tired. The night was cool and no stars or moon could be found against the velvety black sky. Something, somewhere, a far off echo or a whisper in the horizon seemed to be calling a warning to me- danger was coming.
And yet I continued driving along the smoky colored road, the bright lights of LA traffic blurring as I sped towards my destination. My watch beeped gallingly into the buzzing silence, and I glanced down quickly.
12:00 AM.
With a half sigh, half yawn, I pulled my car into a parking space outside the building I'd unfortunately come to know so well. I honestly could never see how people passed this "bank" and suspected nothing. Could they not feel the cold atmosphere surrounding it? They didn't notice the evil spilling out of the cracks in the walls? They could not see that they were being deceived?
I guess not. I hadn't.
Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I'd just turned down that stupid offer seven years ago. I'd probably be sitting in a warm, lovely house, the kind I'd always imagined living in. It had creamy colored walls and burgundy curtains. Danny and I would be cuddling on a midnight blue couch in front of a crackling fire, a smiling, bouncing baby girl on my lap. Will would be safe at home as well, thinking up a storm for an article, not locked away in a safe house, random agents looking in on him from behind a mirror.
But I wouldn't know Vaughn.
I shook the thoughts off and entered Credit Dauphine, almost laughing at the irony of the fact that I came to SD-6 like a slave every time I was summoned by my pager, when really all I wanted to do was see it go up in flames like the Hell it was.
"Hello, Agent Bristow. I'm sorry about the late hour of this meeting, but I'll need to send you on this mission tomorrow morning," Sloane greeted me as I walked into the briefing room. I took my seat next to Dixon and looked up at the screen behind Sloane as it flickered.
An image of a painting appeared on the screen. It was of a garden, swirling with color. Flowers in every hue of blue, purple, and pink were sprinkled against a shocking green ground. Its beauty was captivating, and I wondered how anything this gorgeous could be involved with anything so evil as SD-6.
Sloane pointed up at the image. "This is a painting by the French artist Jacques Loring. Loring is believed to have been a loyal follower of Rambaldi, and there is evidence of a code hidden in this painting that will put together one more piece of the Rambaldi puzzle. The painting is in the Hilaire Art Gallery in Nantes, France. Agent Bristow, Agent Dixon, you will be going to the gallery as Michelle Cortez and Maurice Holden, two art dealers. Your mission is simple. Retrieve the painting and bring it back so the codes can be deciphered. Marshall will brief you on the op-tech."
Marshall stood. "Umm, good evening everyone. I'm gonna try and get this done fast because I'm sure we're all tired. I know I am, so I made this, um, coffee in case anyone needs some caffeine," he pointed to a steaming thermos on the table next to him. Sloane gave him an exasperated glare.
Marshall blushed. "Um, no one? Well, ok then. Anyway, this," he held up what appeared to be an expensive calligraphy pen, "looks like an ordinary pen, right? You know, write birthday cards, wedding invitations, love letters. yeah. okay. But really, when you unscrew it and take out the ink chamber, it is used as a security scrambler. You pour some of this ink into the alarm and that baby will sizzle like eggs in a frying pan. Then, you're free to grab the painting and run. Well, maybe not grab and run 'cause that would be a bit obvious, but you know what to do. is everyone sure they don't want coffee?" ******************************************************************
TBC.
~this part was written by Dani