From Russia, With Love
Pairings: a hint of s/v
Summary: Sydney infiltrates a KGB facility, but when she gets caught its mommy-dearest and Vaughn to the rescue. (Post- The Getaway)
Disclaimer: I own one coffeemaker which produces the elixir of life. However, I don't own the whole Alias idea otherwise I'd own a dozen coffeemakers. (Different colors of course, red, black, white, ooooh. do they have a neon green one?)
* * * * * *Chapter Two: When No One Is Around * * * * * *
The light was too bright and all Sydney could see was the silhouette of a man. She blinked her eyes rapidly pulse racing. After a minute she finally heard the distinct yelling in Russian.
"??? - ??? ??? ?? ??????? ?????? ?? ?????? ?????????? ????????? ???????? ??? ??????!" screamed the guard ("Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you have clearance? Tell me now!")
She froze for a moment and stared blankly caught off guard. He reached for his gun and aimed it at her direction. Her first instinct took control. She roundhouse kicked the gun out of his hand and landed a blow to his neck with the back of her arm.
Running down the hall she screamed into the transmitter, "Vaughn? I need Intel on where the lab is located."
"Sydney, abort the mission. It's too risky," he begged.
"No. I'm doing this with your help I can get out of her alive. Which way do I go?" she ran down the corridor, but paused after reaching a fork in the road.
"Go down the stair to your left one level and make a right. It's the door at the end of the hallway."
She sped down the stair, jumping the last three steps and burst through the door. No point in pretending, they probably have security teams after me she thought as she sprinted her way to the last door. Fumbling with the pin on her name tag she jammed the wire into the plug. Numbers flashed on the screen.
6
63
hurry up
638
6383
The light on the pad glimmered green. She pried the large handle and stepped into the lab. But, it didn't look like a laboratory with tables piled sky high with gadgets. Instead there was a single computer to the far left corner and a tall book case across from it.
"Vaughn, are you sure this is the right room? There's nothing in here?" she inquired cautiously.
"What do you see?"
"A computer, shelves, and that's it."
"Check the computer." He said matter-of-factly.
"I'm not stupid," she threatened as she sat on the hardwood chair booting up the computer. In the background, Sydney took notice of the march of hurried footsteps approaching the door. Mechanically, she barricaded herself in by forcing the bookshelves into the entranceway.
One more minute she pleaded with the computer willing it to open the file marked Ramb.artif.exe. In front of her, the screen flashed a thousand characters. She rammed the floppy disk into the outlet and pressed save.
The computer flashed the warning:
Please enter a file name. OK
Argh. A way to put on the pressure. She scrambled her mind for a single word to come to mind.
"Sydney, you have to get out!" shouted Vaughn.
That's it Vaughn. She typed in the file name and grabbed the disk. Repeated rhythms of banging knocked on the steel door. Recklessly, she scanned the room for an escape. An air vent or a crawl space. But there was nothing.
"????????! ?? ????? ??? ? ???!" hounded the soldiers. ("Open up! We know you're in there!")
Back in CIA headquarters, Agent Vaughn heard the words her never wanted to hear. "Vaughn, I'm trapped."
After her fateful words were the endless sounds of shrieks and screams gone silent with the explosion of a gun.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
these question marks had Russian in them but ff.net could deciper the text so it was replaced by ?? sorry for the confusion!
It wasn't Vaughn in the building and it can't be him cause he's miles away from Russia. So who is the Agent she was supposed to meet and how will Vaughn cope with the loss or is she ----
~Stephanie~
Pairings: a hint of s/v
Summary: Sydney infiltrates a KGB facility, but when she gets caught its mommy-dearest and Vaughn to the rescue. (Post- The Getaway)
Disclaimer: I own one coffeemaker which produces the elixir of life. However, I don't own the whole Alias idea otherwise I'd own a dozen coffeemakers. (Different colors of course, red, black, white, ooooh. do they have a neon green one?)
* * * * * *Chapter Two: When No One Is Around * * * * * *
The light was too bright and all Sydney could see was the silhouette of a man. She blinked her eyes rapidly pulse racing. After a minute she finally heard the distinct yelling in Russian.
"??? - ??? ??? ?? ??????? ?????? ?? ?????? ?????????? ????????? ???????? ??? ??????!" screamed the guard ("Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you have clearance? Tell me now!")
She froze for a moment and stared blankly caught off guard. He reached for his gun and aimed it at her direction. Her first instinct took control. She roundhouse kicked the gun out of his hand and landed a blow to his neck with the back of her arm.
Running down the hall she screamed into the transmitter, "Vaughn? I need Intel on where the lab is located."
"Sydney, abort the mission. It's too risky," he begged.
"No. I'm doing this with your help I can get out of her alive. Which way do I go?" she ran down the corridor, but paused after reaching a fork in the road.
"Go down the stair to your left one level and make a right. It's the door at the end of the hallway."
She sped down the stair, jumping the last three steps and burst through the door. No point in pretending, they probably have security teams after me she thought as she sprinted her way to the last door. Fumbling with the pin on her name tag she jammed the wire into the plug. Numbers flashed on the screen.
6
63
hurry up
638
6383
The light on the pad glimmered green. She pried the large handle and stepped into the lab. But, it didn't look like a laboratory with tables piled sky high with gadgets. Instead there was a single computer to the far left corner and a tall book case across from it.
"Vaughn, are you sure this is the right room? There's nothing in here?" she inquired cautiously.
"What do you see?"
"A computer, shelves, and that's it."
"Check the computer." He said matter-of-factly.
"I'm not stupid," she threatened as she sat on the hardwood chair booting up the computer. In the background, Sydney took notice of the march of hurried footsteps approaching the door. Mechanically, she barricaded herself in by forcing the bookshelves into the entranceway.
One more minute she pleaded with the computer willing it to open the file marked Ramb.artif.exe. In front of her, the screen flashed a thousand characters. She rammed the floppy disk into the outlet and pressed save.
The computer flashed the warning:
Please enter a file name. OK
Argh. A way to put on the pressure. She scrambled her mind for a single word to come to mind.
"Sydney, you have to get out!" shouted Vaughn.
That's it Vaughn. She typed in the file name and grabbed the disk. Repeated rhythms of banging knocked on the steel door. Recklessly, she scanned the room for an escape. An air vent or a crawl space. But there was nothing.
"????????! ?? ????? ??? ? ???!" hounded the soldiers. ("Open up! We know you're in there!")
Back in CIA headquarters, Agent Vaughn heard the words her never wanted to hear. "Vaughn, I'm trapped."
After her fateful words were the endless sounds of shrieks and screams gone silent with the explosion of a gun.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
these question marks had Russian in them but ff.net could deciper the text so it was replaced by ?? sorry for the confusion!
It wasn't Vaughn in the building and it can't be him cause he's miles away from Russia. So who is the Agent she was supposed to meet and how will Vaughn cope with the loss or is she ----
~Stephanie~