Effects, by tOo
characters owned by JJ Abrams and others. plot owned by tOo, except flashbacks from the show.
Sacred ground-
'Italy. The Vatican. Sydney couldn't believe that she had broken into the Vatican. With Vaughn, of all people. They should have gone out to dinner that day; it would have been their only chance. Ever. Especially after what she had done to him.'
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"Where's the world of international corporate banking taking you to this time?" Will asks.
Sydney pauses, unsure of what answer to give him. "Boston."
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"So, I was thinking, we're in Rome which is the same city as Trattoria de Nardi." This was Vaughn, the apparent king of idle chatter.
She smiles. "What's that?"
"Well, it's my favorite restaurant in the world." They keep working, disarming the bomb.
"So why is Trattoria de Nardi so good?"
"Well, it's only good if you like food."
She wants to laugh, but there isn't enough time.
They see the painting. "We don't have time." He speaks in a commanding manner. "We'll take it with us."
"Wait a minute. Give me the flashlight." He obliges. He never won't, not when she's asking. "This is it. This is the code key."
"All right. I got it." He takes pictures, she watches him move efficiently.
She knocks out the guard; quick kicks her specialty. "He was sending for back-up," she overhears. "We gotta move."
There would be time for the restaurant next time. Next time.
-
Sydney looked around the church. It had originally been an SD-6 mission, but with the CIA countermission and Sark's countermission, she had entirely too much to do. It was starting to confuse her, too. She didn't want to accidentally give herself away to Sloane or Dixon, yet she still had to hold her tongue around Sark and Vaughn . Everyone knew a different story.
Worst of all was her father. She still only spoke him every so often, but he was supposedly the one who knew everything about her; her personal life, work life. He didn't.
Suddenly, she noticed the altar. And the way it seemed to mysteriously caved in the middle. Running up to it, she examined the top and sides for secret panels, and concluded that this was not the secret vault of K-Directorate. It was made of a single block of marble; if it was the vault, what secrets would be found underneath? Sydney used her laser terra-hertz camera and pointed it at the bottom of the altar. The camera showed nothing underneath but the floor.
She recalled something CIA had caught on one of the "un-used" radio frequencies that were used by agencies like SD-6 and K-Directorate. Something about the third one back. But what?
"Pew," she whispered. Of course. It was much less of a hassle to create a vault under the churchgoers than it was to create one under solid marble.
Sydney looked around. There were four columns of pews, each made of a different type of wood and therefore four different colors. Depending on where one stood, there were an infinite number of pews that were the 'third one back.' She stood in front of the altar, trying to figure out which was the pew that held the key to stolen riches. She could hear breathing in her earphone.
"Sydney?" Three voices.
"I'm here Dixon."
This time only one spoke. "I just got some intel via satellite. You're looking for the third row back. Wait just a moment, I'm still getting which vantage point you should start at." Two others listened, holding their breath. They already had received this intel, but the starting point was news to them. "Okay, start on northwest side of the East Mountain Ash row, looking east."
Before Sydney could get there, a powerful blow hit her stomach.
"Ohh!" She fell to her knees, the wind knocked out of her. She looked up at her attacker. "Anna."
"Hello, Miss Bristow." Anna Espinosa began delivering thrusts and punches to Sydney's mid-section. Sydney started blocking, and punch by punch Anna was slowing down. Sydney threw a hard roundhouse to her opponent's neck just beside the collarbone. Anna clutched her throat; the punch had ripped at least two ligaments and pushed her trachea out of alignment, disallowing her to talk or breathe easily. Sydney ran to the pew and pulled a small bomb off her belt; turned it on and stuck it on the pew in question. She jumped behind a nearby pew and let the explosion happen. By now, Anna had surely called for help, but there was no looking back just yet. Sydney placed her codebreaker on the chrome vault and connected it to her cell phone. Within seconds, she transmitted the encryption system to Dixon, who ciphered it and sent the code back to Sydney. She started punching numbers and symbols into the various keypads on the vault. Suddenly—
"Get out Sydney! GET OUT!"
"Wait, I'm almost done."
"I've got thirteen K-Directorate agents coming towards you on radar! I can't get to you—"
"Don't worry, Dixon. I'll be out before they get here."
"There are unidentified agents on radar, Sydney!"
"What are you talking about? You just said they were K-Directorate."
"I just got another one on the heat sensor. Get out of there, Syd!"
"Sydney!" She looked to the church's entrance. There stood Vaughn.
She pulled her left earring off and threw it to the side. "Vaughn, there are thirteen K-Directorate agents coming towards us! What are you doing here?"
"Let's go! This isn't the real vault!"
"Of course it is; why wouldn't it be?"
"It's a decoy to destroy agents like you. When opened, that 'vault' is really a bomb." Sydney tried comprehending this new information, but it seemed to be untrue according to her many sources.
Machine gun shots rung out; Vaughn and Sydney hit the floor, yards away from one another. "Vaughn? Vaughn!" She crawled towards her handler, but the blood was flowing towards her already, making its way between the tiles and across the mosaic floor. It couldn't be true; it wasn't. She reached for his hand and felt a limp squeeze back, all under the shade of hundreds of bullets aimed directly at them. She wouldn't let it be true.
It was.
characters owned by JJ Abrams and others. plot owned by tOo, except flashbacks from the show.
Sacred ground-
'Italy. The Vatican. Sydney couldn't believe that she had broken into the Vatican. With Vaughn, of all people. They should have gone out to dinner that day; it would have been their only chance. Ever. Especially after what she had done to him.'
-
"Where's the world of international corporate banking taking you to this time?" Will asks.
Sydney pauses, unsure of what answer to give him. "Boston."
-
"So, I was thinking, we're in Rome which is the same city as Trattoria de Nardi." This was Vaughn, the apparent king of idle chatter.
She smiles. "What's that?"
"Well, it's my favorite restaurant in the world." They keep working, disarming the bomb.
"So why is Trattoria de Nardi so good?"
"Well, it's only good if you like food."
She wants to laugh, but there isn't enough time.
They see the painting. "We don't have time." He speaks in a commanding manner. "We'll take it with us."
"Wait a minute. Give me the flashlight." He obliges. He never won't, not when she's asking. "This is it. This is the code key."
"All right. I got it." He takes pictures, she watches him move efficiently.
She knocks out the guard; quick kicks her specialty. "He was sending for back-up," she overhears. "We gotta move."
There would be time for the restaurant next time. Next time.
-
Sydney looked around the church. It had originally been an SD-6 mission, but with the CIA countermission and Sark's countermission, she had entirely too much to do. It was starting to confuse her, too. She didn't want to accidentally give herself away to Sloane or Dixon, yet she still had to hold her tongue around Sark and Vaughn . Everyone knew a different story.
Worst of all was her father. She still only spoke him every so often, but he was supposedly the one who knew everything about her; her personal life, work life. He didn't.
Suddenly, she noticed the altar. And the way it seemed to mysteriously caved in the middle. Running up to it, she examined the top and sides for secret panels, and concluded that this was not the secret vault of K-Directorate. It was made of a single block of marble; if it was the vault, what secrets would be found underneath? Sydney used her laser terra-hertz camera and pointed it at the bottom of the altar. The camera showed nothing underneath but the floor.
She recalled something CIA had caught on one of the "un-used" radio frequencies that were used by agencies like SD-6 and K-Directorate. Something about the third one back. But what?
"Pew," she whispered. Of course. It was much less of a hassle to create a vault under the churchgoers than it was to create one under solid marble.
Sydney looked around. There were four columns of pews, each made of a different type of wood and therefore four different colors. Depending on where one stood, there were an infinite number of pews that were the 'third one back.' She stood in front of the altar, trying to figure out which was the pew that held the key to stolen riches. She could hear breathing in her earphone.
"Sydney?" Three voices.
"I'm here Dixon."
This time only one spoke. "I just got some intel via satellite. You're looking for the third row back. Wait just a moment, I'm still getting which vantage point you should start at." Two others listened, holding their breath. They already had received this intel, but the starting point was news to them. "Okay, start on northwest side of the East Mountain Ash row, looking east."
Before Sydney could get there, a powerful blow hit her stomach.
"Ohh!" She fell to her knees, the wind knocked out of her. She looked up at her attacker. "Anna."
"Hello, Miss Bristow." Anna Espinosa began delivering thrusts and punches to Sydney's mid-section. Sydney started blocking, and punch by punch Anna was slowing down. Sydney threw a hard roundhouse to her opponent's neck just beside the collarbone. Anna clutched her throat; the punch had ripped at least two ligaments and pushed her trachea out of alignment, disallowing her to talk or breathe easily. Sydney ran to the pew and pulled a small bomb off her belt; turned it on and stuck it on the pew in question. She jumped behind a nearby pew and let the explosion happen. By now, Anna had surely called for help, but there was no looking back just yet. Sydney placed her codebreaker on the chrome vault and connected it to her cell phone. Within seconds, she transmitted the encryption system to Dixon, who ciphered it and sent the code back to Sydney. She started punching numbers and symbols into the various keypads on the vault. Suddenly—
"Get out Sydney! GET OUT!"
"Wait, I'm almost done."
"I've got thirteen K-Directorate agents coming towards you on radar! I can't get to you—"
"Don't worry, Dixon. I'll be out before they get here."
"There are unidentified agents on radar, Sydney!"
"What are you talking about? You just said they were K-Directorate."
"I just got another one on the heat sensor. Get out of there, Syd!"
"Sydney!" She looked to the church's entrance. There stood Vaughn.
She pulled her left earring off and threw it to the side. "Vaughn, there are thirteen K-Directorate agents coming towards us! What are you doing here?"
"Let's go! This isn't the real vault!"
"Of course it is; why wouldn't it be?"
"It's a decoy to destroy agents like you. When opened, that 'vault' is really a bomb." Sydney tried comprehending this new information, but it seemed to be untrue according to her many sources.
Machine gun shots rung out; Vaughn and Sydney hit the floor, yards away from one another. "Vaughn? Vaughn!" She crawled towards her handler, but the blood was flowing towards her already, making its way between the tiles and across the mosaic floor. It couldn't be true; it wasn't. She reached for his hand and felt a limp squeeze back, all under the shade of hundreds of bullets aimed directly at them. She wouldn't let it be true.
It was.