Author's Notes: Thank you for reviewing and reading, as usual! This chapter
is kind of a bridge between the last part and what I want to take this
story, so I think you'll like the ending of this chapter! Thanks!
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias are owned by ABC, so please, I'm just having a little fun here.
I walked into SD-6 Tuesday morning feeling nervous. Dixon's wife was in the hospital and he wasn't going to be going on the mission with me tomorrow. That could only mean one thing- Sark was going to go with me.
I put my purse down at my desk and did a take of the room. I didn't see Sark or my father, but as I walked toward the conference room, I saw Sark already sitting down at the table.
I walk in and gracefully walk over to my usual chair and take a seat. I glance over and notice that Sark was looking over some papers, and didn't appear to even take notice of my entrance. I opened up a packet of papers for the mission and began to glance over them.
Two or three minutes go by and soon enough the cheery, British accented voice welcomes me, "Well, good morning, Ms. Bristow."
"Hey," I only say as I glance up briefly. We hadn't spoken since our elevator problem, and it was actually kind of awkward.
"Seems as if you and I will be participating on this mission together," he adds in his sarcastic tone.
"Just my luck, isn't it? I get to spend more quality time with a psychopathic killer," I remark back to him.
"Harsh words there, Ms. Bristow," he says before Sloane and my father enter the room, Marshall soon behind them as well.
"I'm glad we're all here," Sloane says.
I give my father a welcome nod and he takes the seat next to me, where Dixon normally sat. I look up on the screen as Sloane puts up a picture of a painting, or that's what I thought initially.
"This here, is a painting of the old Russian monarchy before it's fall in 1917. Mr. Sark was more than pleased to share its importance," Sloane says before motioning to Sark to tell his bit of the meaning.
"Yes, before the KGB collapsed, they enclosed some of their most valuable documents of their history and conception in a vault that is located behind the painting," Sark adds.
Then, Sloane pulls up another picture, "This," Sloane starts, "is the current owners of the house where the painting and vault is stored. They just acquired the house and have no idea of the vault."
"Well, if they were to pull the painting off the wall, wouldn't they see the vault?" I ask him.
"You would think, wouldn't you?" Sark says from across the table and eyes me.
"Yes, the only problem here is that there has been a wall put in front of the vault," Sloane informs us.
"We have to bust down a wall in a person's house?" I ask, hopefully not foolishly.
"Well, something like that," Sloane adds.
"The owners of the house are going away for a week starting on Friday," Sark begins. "They are throwing a party tomorrow night, and you and I," he says, pointing at me, "are going to it."
"Okay," I say in defeat.
"The thing is, we won't be able to access the vault while they are there, so we have to get a fingerprint of the owner, in order to enter the house on Friday and turn off the security system," Sloane tells us.
"Now it's all starting to make sense," I add in.
"Indeed," Sark says from his spot across the table. I give him a weak smile back.
"This is your cover," Sloane says as he passes me a book from across the table. "Sydney, you'll be posing an associate of the owners' interior designer. All the details are in the packet. Any questions?"
"Yes, I just have one," I start, with Sark looking over at me curiously, "What's Sark doing during the party?"
"I'll be on comms," he says.
"Okay, thanks for clearing that up," I say to him back.
I walked out of SD-6 soon thereafter, trying to avoid any elevator problems, and mostly, having to ride with Sark. I headed over to the CIA to ask my mother's input on the op, considering she did work for the KGB.
I walked into the cage and she was sitting on the floor, doing her stretching thing. I'd rather not ask. She sees me walk in and gets up and walks over to the window with that interested look upon her face.
"I'm going on a mission for SD-6, to a house in St. Petersburg where there is a vault with some old papers by the KGB?" I ask and tell her at the same time.
"Yes, behind an old painting?" she asks back.
"Yes," I tell her. "Is there anything I should know?"
"It should be easy to retrieve, no one from the KGB has really tried to get them," she says.
"Sark's going with me, and I doubt I'll be able to make a switch for the CIA," I tell her and I notice her peek up when I mention Sark's name.
"Sark wants them?" she asks me.
"He's the one who told Sloane about the papers," I tell her back.
She studies for a second, then, as if a miracle, remembers something, "There should be, included with the papers, a list of all the underground fallout shelters in the USSR, and something's telling me, Sark wants to know where one of them is."
"For what?" I ask her.
"To start a new base of operations," she tells me.
"And he's doing it through SD-6?" I ask.
"He'll want to get the papers, and take out that one for himself," she explains.
"I don't understand, why would Sark want to use an old fallout shelter?" I ask her.
"That's what I used, and probably my old base of operations has been compromised and he needs a new location," she tells me with her game face on.
"And you're just guessing all of this?"
"Have the CIA make you a fake to put in, and hopefully, I'm right," she adds.
"Alright," I say and get ready to leave when she puts up a hand on the window.
"Sydney," she says.
"Yes?" I turn and say.
"Be careful," she adds with a smile. I can only repay her by smiling back. Then, I remember.
"Wait," I say.
"What is it?" she asks.
"What's your favorite flower?"
"The lilac? When did you talk to him?" she asks me back, obviously knowing my conversation with Sark.
"Well, Sark and I got stuck in an elevator at SD-6 last Friday, needless to say, he asked me what my favorite flower is and I got on him about his flower fetish," I inform her.
"Of course," she says, smiles, and I proceed out the door. He wasn't wrong, he knew the flower. Some part of me was enthralled by this discovery.
I get home and Francie's working, so I'm all to myself. I start to pack when my cell phone rings. I pick it up and don't recognize the number, which is all reason to worry in my line of business.
"Meet me tonight, 9pm, at Bay View Park," his British accent voice tells me over the phone.
"Why?" I ask him.
"Believe me, you'll want to," he says before he hangs up the phone.
~~Review! Please. and what do you think Sark wants to talk to her about? Hm.~~Masquerade
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias are owned by ABC, so please, I'm just having a little fun here.
I walked into SD-6 Tuesday morning feeling nervous. Dixon's wife was in the hospital and he wasn't going to be going on the mission with me tomorrow. That could only mean one thing- Sark was going to go with me.
I put my purse down at my desk and did a take of the room. I didn't see Sark or my father, but as I walked toward the conference room, I saw Sark already sitting down at the table.
I walk in and gracefully walk over to my usual chair and take a seat. I glance over and notice that Sark was looking over some papers, and didn't appear to even take notice of my entrance. I opened up a packet of papers for the mission and began to glance over them.
Two or three minutes go by and soon enough the cheery, British accented voice welcomes me, "Well, good morning, Ms. Bristow."
"Hey," I only say as I glance up briefly. We hadn't spoken since our elevator problem, and it was actually kind of awkward.
"Seems as if you and I will be participating on this mission together," he adds in his sarcastic tone.
"Just my luck, isn't it? I get to spend more quality time with a psychopathic killer," I remark back to him.
"Harsh words there, Ms. Bristow," he says before Sloane and my father enter the room, Marshall soon behind them as well.
"I'm glad we're all here," Sloane says.
I give my father a welcome nod and he takes the seat next to me, where Dixon normally sat. I look up on the screen as Sloane puts up a picture of a painting, or that's what I thought initially.
"This here, is a painting of the old Russian monarchy before it's fall in 1917. Mr. Sark was more than pleased to share its importance," Sloane says before motioning to Sark to tell his bit of the meaning.
"Yes, before the KGB collapsed, they enclosed some of their most valuable documents of their history and conception in a vault that is located behind the painting," Sark adds.
Then, Sloane pulls up another picture, "This," Sloane starts, "is the current owners of the house where the painting and vault is stored. They just acquired the house and have no idea of the vault."
"Well, if they were to pull the painting off the wall, wouldn't they see the vault?" I ask him.
"You would think, wouldn't you?" Sark says from across the table and eyes me.
"Yes, the only problem here is that there has been a wall put in front of the vault," Sloane informs us.
"We have to bust down a wall in a person's house?" I ask, hopefully not foolishly.
"Well, something like that," Sloane adds.
"The owners of the house are going away for a week starting on Friday," Sark begins. "They are throwing a party tomorrow night, and you and I," he says, pointing at me, "are going to it."
"Okay," I say in defeat.
"The thing is, we won't be able to access the vault while they are there, so we have to get a fingerprint of the owner, in order to enter the house on Friday and turn off the security system," Sloane tells us.
"Now it's all starting to make sense," I add in.
"Indeed," Sark says from his spot across the table. I give him a weak smile back.
"This is your cover," Sloane says as he passes me a book from across the table. "Sydney, you'll be posing an associate of the owners' interior designer. All the details are in the packet. Any questions?"
"Yes, I just have one," I start, with Sark looking over at me curiously, "What's Sark doing during the party?"
"I'll be on comms," he says.
"Okay, thanks for clearing that up," I say to him back.
I walked out of SD-6 soon thereafter, trying to avoid any elevator problems, and mostly, having to ride with Sark. I headed over to the CIA to ask my mother's input on the op, considering she did work for the KGB.
I walked into the cage and she was sitting on the floor, doing her stretching thing. I'd rather not ask. She sees me walk in and gets up and walks over to the window with that interested look upon her face.
"I'm going on a mission for SD-6, to a house in St. Petersburg where there is a vault with some old papers by the KGB?" I ask and tell her at the same time.
"Yes, behind an old painting?" she asks back.
"Yes," I tell her. "Is there anything I should know?"
"It should be easy to retrieve, no one from the KGB has really tried to get them," she says.
"Sark's going with me, and I doubt I'll be able to make a switch for the CIA," I tell her and I notice her peek up when I mention Sark's name.
"Sark wants them?" she asks me.
"He's the one who told Sloane about the papers," I tell her back.
She studies for a second, then, as if a miracle, remembers something, "There should be, included with the papers, a list of all the underground fallout shelters in the USSR, and something's telling me, Sark wants to know where one of them is."
"For what?" I ask her.
"To start a new base of operations," she tells me.
"And he's doing it through SD-6?" I ask.
"He'll want to get the papers, and take out that one for himself," she explains.
"I don't understand, why would Sark want to use an old fallout shelter?" I ask her.
"That's what I used, and probably my old base of operations has been compromised and he needs a new location," she tells me with her game face on.
"And you're just guessing all of this?"
"Have the CIA make you a fake to put in, and hopefully, I'm right," she adds.
"Alright," I say and get ready to leave when she puts up a hand on the window.
"Sydney," she says.
"Yes?" I turn and say.
"Be careful," she adds with a smile. I can only repay her by smiling back. Then, I remember.
"Wait," I say.
"What is it?" she asks.
"What's your favorite flower?"
"The lilac? When did you talk to him?" she asks me back, obviously knowing my conversation with Sark.
"Well, Sark and I got stuck in an elevator at SD-6 last Friday, needless to say, he asked me what my favorite flower is and I got on him about his flower fetish," I inform her.
"Of course," she says, smiles, and I proceed out the door. He wasn't wrong, he knew the flower. Some part of me was enthralled by this discovery.
I get home and Francie's working, so I'm all to myself. I start to pack when my cell phone rings. I pick it up and don't recognize the number, which is all reason to worry in my line of business.
"Meet me tonight, 9pm, at Bay View Park," his British accent voice tells me over the phone.
"Why?" I ask him.
"Believe me, you'll want to," he says before he hangs up the phone.
~~Review! Please. and what do you think Sark wants to talk to her about? Hm.~~Masquerade
