Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Alias doesn't belong to me. It belongs to JJ and ABC and Bad Robot.
The next day at SD-6, Sark runs into Sydney in the hall.
"Are you prepared for the mission Sloane okayed to Iceland?"
"I haven't heard anything about it besides the initial meeting, so thank god, no."
"Miss Bristow, I specifically asked for you to accompany me on this to make sure that everything goes well. The fact that you're an agent with an extremely well-established background in covert operations, deeply covert operations, has prompted me to make sure to have you close at hand."
"What's the deal Sark? Since when are we doting admirers of each other's work?"
"Miss Bristow, you know I have always had a fondness for working with you."
Sydney makes a face of frustration and starts to proceed down the hall alongside Sark.
"I think we're both supposed to be in Marshall's office later today, that is, if you checked my memo of course," said Sark.
"I didn't get any memo Sark."
"Really, because I placed it on your chair specifically so you would see it," said Sark.
"Fine, I'll meet you there as soon as I check with Sloane as to whether or not I'm actually being assigned to this."
"Right. Have it your way." Sark leaves.
2:00p.m., SD-6 Headquarters.
Marshall, Sydney and Sark are all in Marshall's office.
Marshall goes up to Sark and states, "I figured out that the background noises, it's really quite bizaare, but in a good way, the background noises, specifically of the birds chirping, they each have different level of pitches, which I've tried to work out as a code. It seems that the birds aren't really birds at all. They're simulated voices that have been dubbed in by a computer program. Anyways, I think I'm close to finishing, and the tape may be telling you something about the Rambaldi documents needing to stay in their proper order, or the birds are just birds trying to sing Whistle While You Work."
"And which of those conclusions do you think this tape comes closer to making?" asks Sark.
"umm...the code..the code thing. My report will be done by the end of the day," Marshall states.
"Thank you Marshall. Now, we're both here to obtain any items that you think might come in handy in Iceland."
"Right, right. Ok, let's see, I thought Dixon was going on the mission, I mean, that's what I have down. But Syd, you're here so...I think I'll have to resize this baby."
"Yes, Sloane decided to assign me to this for some reason." Sydney says this as she glares in Sark's direction. She thinks to herself that she has to really be on guard, cause this could all be a set-up.
"Yep, this suit's a little manly for you now, but later, it'll fit perfectly."
"What are the suits for Marshall?" asks Sydney.
"Oh, right, I'm here to tell you this stuff. Sorry, I'm just a little nervous about working with..you Mr. Sa..no, you both, the both of you, you know, nevermind, I'm cool, I'm fine...Really. Thanks for asking."
Sydney starts, "Marshall, the suit...you were saying..."
"Oh RIGHT, yes, the suit, okay, it will absorb the heat in your body after you've been wearing it for 28 minutes. It will then stay at whatever the steady temperature your body was at at the time it was first worn. So I'd suggest being somewhere where the temperature is about 70 degrees. You don't want to go too hot, it could malfunction if exposed to higher temperatures, so anything over 110 degrees. It'll stay at the designated temperature for at least 24 hours no matter what the weather is like around you. It's got a face mask, cute huh, and some little footies down here. Well you can take a look for yourselves later. I assure you, you'll be snug as a bug. Promise."
Sark just stares at the footies with disdain.
Marshall starts up again, "You can just wear it underneath the rest of your gear, and the heat will last for the next 24 hours."
"Thanks Marshall," states Sydney.
Marshall hurries after Sark as he walks out the door, "Oh, Mr. Sark, I'm also providing you with this cooler that Sloane asked for. It can house any Rambaldi document or artifact without worry. It'll withstand any extreme temperature, and also there's a little secret compartment right over here."
"Why?" Sark asks.
"Oh, I just thought I'd include some storage space in case the trip lasts longer than expected, you guys can bring some magazines or cards, if Sydney needs some extra room for a change of clothes, something like that, I mean the clothes would be really cold, but so would you, so I guess that's okay, right?"
"This will be perfect. Thank you." Sark walks away from Marshall looking a little confused.
Disclaimer: Alias doesn't belong to me. It belongs to JJ and ABC and Bad Robot.
The next day at SD-6, Sark runs into Sydney in the hall.
"Are you prepared for the mission Sloane okayed to Iceland?"
"I haven't heard anything about it besides the initial meeting, so thank god, no."
"Miss Bristow, I specifically asked for you to accompany me on this to make sure that everything goes well. The fact that you're an agent with an extremely well-established background in covert operations, deeply covert operations, has prompted me to make sure to have you close at hand."
"What's the deal Sark? Since when are we doting admirers of each other's work?"
"Miss Bristow, you know I have always had a fondness for working with you."
Sydney makes a face of frustration and starts to proceed down the hall alongside Sark.
"I think we're both supposed to be in Marshall's office later today, that is, if you checked my memo of course," said Sark.
"I didn't get any memo Sark."
"Really, because I placed it on your chair specifically so you would see it," said Sark.
"Fine, I'll meet you there as soon as I check with Sloane as to whether or not I'm actually being assigned to this."
"Right. Have it your way." Sark leaves.
2:00p.m., SD-6 Headquarters.
Marshall, Sydney and Sark are all in Marshall's office.
Marshall goes up to Sark and states, "I figured out that the background noises, it's really quite bizaare, but in a good way, the background noises, specifically of the birds chirping, they each have different level of pitches, which I've tried to work out as a code. It seems that the birds aren't really birds at all. They're simulated voices that have been dubbed in by a computer program. Anyways, I think I'm close to finishing, and the tape may be telling you something about the Rambaldi documents needing to stay in their proper order, or the birds are just birds trying to sing Whistle While You Work."
"And which of those conclusions do you think this tape comes closer to making?" asks Sark.
"umm...the code..the code thing. My report will be done by the end of the day," Marshall states.
"Thank you Marshall. Now, we're both here to obtain any items that you think might come in handy in Iceland."
"Right, right. Ok, let's see, I thought Dixon was going on the mission, I mean, that's what I have down. But Syd, you're here so...I think I'll have to resize this baby."
"Yes, Sloane decided to assign me to this for some reason." Sydney says this as she glares in Sark's direction. She thinks to herself that she has to really be on guard, cause this could all be a set-up.
"Yep, this suit's a little manly for you now, but later, it'll fit perfectly."
"What are the suits for Marshall?" asks Sydney.
"Oh, right, I'm here to tell you this stuff. Sorry, I'm just a little nervous about working with..you Mr. Sa..no, you both, the both of you, you know, nevermind, I'm cool, I'm fine...Really. Thanks for asking."
Sydney starts, "Marshall, the suit...you were saying..."
"Oh RIGHT, yes, the suit, okay, it will absorb the heat in your body after you've been wearing it for 28 minutes. It will then stay at whatever the steady temperature your body was at at the time it was first worn. So I'd suggest being somewhere where the temperature is about 70 degrees. You don't want to go too hot, it could malfunction if exposed to higher temperatures, so anything over 110 degrees. It'll stay at the designated temperature for at least 24 hours no matter what the weather is like around you. It's got a face mask, cute huh, and some little footies down here. Well you can take a look for yourselves later. I assure you, you'll be snug as a bug. Promise."
Sark just stares at the footies with disdain.
Marshall starts up again, "You can just wear it underneath the rest of your gear, and the heat will last for the next 24 hours."
"Thanks Marshall," states Sydney.
Marshall hurries after Sark as he walks out the door, "Oh, Mr. Sark, I'm also providing you with this cooler that Sloane asked for. It can house any Rambaldi document or artifact without worry. It'll withstand any extreme temperature, and also there's a little secret compartment right over here."
"Why?" Sark asks.
"Oh, I just thought I'd include some storage space in case the trip lasts longer than expected, you guys can bring some magazines or cards, if Sydney needs some extra room for a change of clothes, something like that, I mean the clothes would be really cold, but so would you, so I guess that's okay, right?"
"This will be perfect. Thank you." Sark walks away from Marshall looking a little confused.
