"Government Involvement"
Chapter 01: In The Beginning..
Summary: Dark Angel/Alias Crossover
Dark Angel storyline: Mid Second-season, somewhere around "Love in Vein" - Max burnt down Manticore and freed all the transgenics, including the extremely-hot-yet- playfully-annoying Alec (*sigh*). The virus is in effect, but it's really not relevant to this storyline.
Alias storyline: Mid second-season as well, after "Salvation." Although Irina Derevko probably won't play into the story that much. Sark hasn't come to work for SD-6 yet, though he may enter the storyline later ;)
Enjoy the story, and DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!!
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Agent Sydney Bristow entered the SD-6 conference room hurriedly, knowing she was a few minutes late. She tucked a strand of her straight brown hair behind her ear as she took her spot at the table.
She said a quick "hello" to the table, and her partner Marcus Dixon gave her a small wave. Her father, Jack Bristow, nodded in acknowledgment and Marshall Flinkman grinned at her.
Sydney then looked up at her superior, Arvin Sloane, who was standing at the head of the table. Luckily he didn't comment on her tardiness, though she knew he wouldn't.
"Your next mission is a simple one," Sloane said, immediately getting down to business and beginning the briefing. "But it's an important one."
"Simple? That's good to hear," Dixon joked. Though Sydney couldn't blame him; after their past few missions, it would be a relief to be sent out on a less difficult task.
"All you have to do is retrieve a videotape from a security-system base in Seattle, Washington," Sloane explained.
"Seattle?" Sydney questioned. "Isn't that place like a third-world- country? It was the only state that didn't survive the Pulse."
Sloane nodded. "The company is pre-pulse, and they were too stubborn to relocate their building after the shock hit."
"The videotape was filmed in New York City," Jack Bristow added, standing up, getting them focused back to the mission. "It contains footage of an SD-6 agent killing a contact."
"I can assure you, these were desperate measures that had to be taken," Sloane explained with sincerity in his voice, though Sydney knew it was a lie. "The contact refused to cooperate, and he had essential information that we needed. Our agent was forced to terminate him."
Jack nodded grimly. "A group of agents located in New York was able to retrieve the original tape, but a copy was automatically filmed in the security system's headquarters. The headquarters are located in Seattle." He paused to let this information sink in. "As you will find in the briefing in front of you," he gestured to the papers in front of them all, "The building you will be breaking into is a high-security structure."
"Sydney, you are going to be disguised as a Ms. Kelly Reese, a potential client of the company," Sloane explained. "You will be going in alone; Dixon will be stationed in a getaway vehicle, camouflaged as a telephone company van. He will give you directions from inside the automobile and provide you with an escape."
Sydney and Dixon both nodded as he gave them the details of their mission. Sloane continued, in a slightly apprehensive voice. "Sydney, once you get the tape, you are to get out and destroy it as soon as possible. For all we know, K-directorate could be trying to retrieve this videotape as well. If they succeed, they could easily use it as blackmail." He paused, and a small smile reappeared on his face. "Marshall?"
Mr. Flinkman stood up and adjusted his tie. "Well. uh." he stuttered nervously. "The videotape will be stored in a password-protected room." He held up what looked like a makeup compact. "This looks like your average girly makeup, right? You know. you use it to powder your nose, or something. not that you need to use makeup, Ms. Bristow," he added uneasily.
"Marshall." Sloane warned, starting to get impatient. Sydney just gave Marshall a warm smile and nodded for him to continue.
"Well anyway. it's NOT your average makeup compact," he said proudly, opening the device to reveal a high-tech keypad. "All you do is attach this to the electronic keypad outside the room, and this will unscramble the code, allowing you into the room."
"Well," Dixon said happily when they were done explaining. "It looks like this mission should be a very easy one. Just what we need." Sydney couldn't help but agree.
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Max let out a heavy sigh as she shut her Jam Pony locker after her last run of the day. "Finally." she muttered, leaning against the wall of lockers.
"Rough day, sistah?" her coworker, Original Cindy, asked as she adjusted her hair in the mirror in her own locker. After successfully making sure her afro-puffs were in order, she turned to look at Max.
Max shrugged sarcastically. "You could say that," she said bitterly, her anger aimed at the world in general. "Got two doors slammed in my face, and had to but up with three clients bitching about how much of a hassle it is to have to sign for their package."
Original Cindy nodded knowingly. "I feel ya, girl."
"Aww, what's wrong, Maxie? Can't handle your own job?" a blond boy teased with a smirk on his face, as he walked over to the row of lockers to join them. He took off his messenger bag and threw it down, having also just finished his last run of the day.
"Shut up Alec," Max commanded, already annoyed with him. "I'm so not in the mood to deal with you right now."
Alec clutched his chest in mock pain. "Max!! That hurts, it truly does," he whined with fake innocence. After realizing Max really WASN'T in the mood to deal with him, his mischievous smirk reappeared on his face and he sat down on a nearby bench, and began to empty his bag into his locker.
"You need to learn when to shut up, boy," Original Cindy commented to the handsome guy. "YOU are one of the many reasons Original Cindy prefers the ladies."
Alec shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat." he said distantly.
Just then Max's pager began to beep. She let out a groan and ran a hand through her long, dark hair. "Great," she said as she checked the number. "Logan."
"Who else?" Alec asked sarcastically.
"Shut up," was Max's reply as she smacked him on the back of the head.
"Ow!" He said, grabbing his head. "Hey, that really hurt."
"Yeah, you'll get over it," Max responded carelessly as she picked up her stuff.
"You gonna be at Crash tonight, Boo?" Original Cindy asked the girl as she got ready to leave.
She shrugged. "Depends," Max answered. "Logan might have me pulling a job for him tonight, who knows."
"A job, huh?" Alec asked, a grin lighting up his face as he took double- meaning to the statement.
"Oh shut up!" Max said angrily. She rolled her eyes in disbelief that a genetically enhanced prototype such as Alec could have such a sick mind. "I'm outta here."
A few minutes later, Max arrived via her Black Ninja motorcycle to Logan's apartment complex. She rode the elevator to his penthouse, and entered. Without knocking, of course: picking the lock was much easier than waiting for someone to answer the door.
"How would you feel about breaking into a high-security building and stealing something for me?" Logan asked as the girl entered his apartment.
"Well hello to you to," Max teased, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe. Logan was sitting at his computer desk, looking up at her hopefully.
"Do you remember that supposed government organization I told you about? SD- 6?" Logan questioned her memory.
She nodded. "Yeah, they're allegedly a branch of the CIA."
"But lately I've been finding more and more evidence that they're out to corrupt America, not help it," Logan finished for her. "And I think I could very well have enough proof to do an Eyes Only Broadcast and expose them."
Max raised her eyebrows. "And you need me to get this 'proof' for you?" she said as more of a statement than a question.
Logan looked at her pleadingly. "Exactly," he said. "There's a videotape of a known SD-6 agent shooting someone, one of his clients or contacts maybe. I'll know more when I can analyze the tape."
Max nodded. "What kinda building will I be breaking into?" she inquired.
"It's headquarters for a security-system company, so it will of course be high-security. I know the video is stored in a room that's electronically password-protected.," Logan smiled, "Nothing you can't handle though."
Max returned the grin. "I'll figure something out. Play it by ear," she said. She paused for a moment. "How did you find out about this tape?" Usually she didn't question his source of information, but he had been working on this SD-6 case forever, and she was starting to get interested in it.
Logan looked at her, surprised that she took a curiosity in this mission. "I have a contact on the inside, Marshall Flinkman."
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Sydney slowly paced through the empty warehouse, waiting for Agent Vaughn to arrive. He had paged her, and had obviously heard about her mission via her father.
After a few moments of endless pacing, a tall man in a suit and tie appeared in the doorway. "Hey Syd," he said, smiling.
"Hey Vaughn," she greeted in return. "What's my counter-mission?" Sydney wasted know time in small-talk. Usually she took this as an opportunity to ask him how he was doing, but she had a plane to catch for Seattle in less than an hour.
Obviously Vaughn understood this, because he, too, got right to business. "There isn't one." He said simply.
He almost laughed at the astonished look on Sydney's face. "Wait.what?" the girl asked. "I thought we wanted to expose SD-6. If someone else gets a hold of this tape, that's bound to happen."
Vaughn nodded understandingly. "That's not exactly how the CIA wants it to happen. You're supposed to get the tape and destroy it, just like SD-6 wants," the man explained. "If the public finds out about this, chaos is bound to happen."
Sydney nodded, slightly regretfully. She was hoping this would be a chance to hurt SD-6, but instead she would be forced to aide them. "Albright," she said after a moment of silence.
She grabbed her coat and began to walk out of the room.
"Syd, wait," Vaughn called to her, causing her to stop and turn around. "Good luck," he added shyly.
Sydney smiled. "Thanks," was all she said. With that, she turned and walked out the door, ready to start her mission.
Summary: Dark Angel/Alias Crossover
Dark Angel storyline: Mid Second-season, somewhere around "Love in Vein" - Max burnt down Manticore and freed all the transgenics, including the extremely-hot-yet- playfully-annoying Alec (*sigh*). The virus is in effect, but it's really not relevant to this storyline.
Alias storyline: Mid second-season as well, after "Salvation." Although Irina Derevko probably won't play into the story that much. Sark hasn't come to work for SD-6 yet, though he may enter the storyline later ;)
Enjoy the story, and DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!!
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Agent Sydney Bristow entered the SD-6 conference room hurriedly, knowing she was a few minutes late. She tucked a strand of her straight brown hair behind her ear as she took her spot at the table.
She said a quick "hello" to the table, and her partner Marcus Dixon gave her a small wave. Her father, Jack Bristow, nodded in acknowledgment and Marshall Flinkman grinned at her.
Sydney then looked up at her superior, Arvin Sloane, who was standing at the head of the table. Luckily he didn't comment on her tardiness, though she knew he wouldn't.
"Your next mission is a simple one," Sloane said, immediately getting down to business and beginning the briefing. "But it's an important one."
"Simple? That's good to hear," Dixon joked. Though Sydney couldn't blame him; after their past few missions, it would be a relief to be sent out on a less difficult task.
"All you have to do is retrieve a videotape from a security-system base in Seattle, Washington," Sloane explained.
"Seattle?" Sydney questioned. "Isn't that place like a third-world- country? It was the only state that didn't survive the Pulse."
Sloane nodded. "The company is pre-pulse, and they were too stubborn to relocate their building after the shock hit."
"The videotape was filmed in New York City," Jack Bristow added, standing up, getting them focused back to the mission. "It contains footage of an SD-6 agent killing a contact."
"I can assure you, these were desperate measures that had to be taken," Sloane explained with sincerity in his voice, though Sydney knew it was a lie. "The contact refused to cooperate, and he had essential information that we needed. Our agent was forced to terminate him."
Jack nodded grimly. "A group of agents located in New York was able to retrieve the original tape, but a copy was automatically filmed in the security system's headquarters. The headquarters are located in Seattle." He paused to let this information sink in. "As you will find in the briefing in front of you," he gestured to the papers in front of them all, "The building you will be breaking into is a high-security structure."
"Sydney, you are going to be disguised as a Ms. Kelly Reese, a potential client of the company," Sloane explained. "You will be going in alone; Dixon will be stationed in a getaway vehicle, camouflaged as a telephone company van. He will give you directions from inside the automobile and provide you with an escape."
Sydney and Dixon both nodded as he gave them the details of their mission. Sloane continued, in a slightly apprehensive voice. "Sydney, once you get the tape, you are to get out and destroy it as soon as possible. For all we know, K-directorate could be trying to retrieve this videotape as well. If they succeed, they could easily use it as blackmail." He paused, and a small smile reappeared on his face. "Marshall?"
Mr. Flinkman stood up and adjusted his tie. "Well. uh." he stuttered nervously. "The videotape will be stored in a password-protected room." He held up what looked like a makeup compact. "This looks like your average girly makeup, right? You know. you use it to powder your nose, or something. not that you need to use makeup, Ms. Bristow," he added uneasily.
"Marshall." Sloane warned, starting to get impatient. Sydney just gave Marshall a warm smile and nodded for him to continue.
"Well anyway. it's NOT your average makeup compact," he said proudly, opening the device to reveal a high-tech keypad. "All you do is attach this to the electronic keypad outside the room, and this will unscramble the code, allowing you into the room."
"Well," Dixon said happily when they were done explaining. "It looks like this mission should be a very easy one. Just what we need." Sydney couldn't help but agree.
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Max let out a heavy sigh as she shut her Jam Pony locker after her last run of the day. "Finally." she muttered, leaning against the wall of lockers.
"Rough day, sistah?" her coworker, Original Cindy, asked as she adjusted her hair in the mirror in her own locker. After successfully making sure her afro-puffs were in order, she turned to look at Max.
Max shrugged sarcastically. "You could say that," she said bitterly, her anger aimed at the world in general. "Got two doors slammed in my face, and had to but up with three clients bitching about how much of a hassle it is to have to sign for their package."
Original Cindy nodded knowingly. "I feel ya, girl."
"Aww, what's wrong, Maxie? Can't handle your own job?" a blond boy teased with a smirk on his face, as he walked over to the row of lockers to join them. He took off his messenger bag and threw it down, having also just finished his last run of the day.
"Shut up Alec," Max commanded, already annoyed with him. "I'm so not in the mood to deal with you right now."
Alec clutched his chest in mock pain. "Max!! That hurts, it truly does," he whined with fake innocence. After realizing Max really WASN'T in the mood to deal with him, his mischievous smirk reappeared on his face and he sat down on a nearby bench, and began to empty his bag into his locker.
"You need to learn when to shut up, boy," Original Cindy commented to the handsome guy. "YOU are one of the many reasons Original Cindy prefers the ladies."
Alec shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat." he said distantly.
Just then Max's pager began to beep. She let out a groan and ran a hand through her long, dark hair. "Great," she said as she checked the number. "Logan."
"Who else?" Alec asked sarcastically.
"Shut up," was Max's reply as she smacked him on the back of the head.
"Ow!" He said, grabbing his head. "Hey, that really hurt."
"Yeah, you'll get over it," Max responded carelessly as she picked up her stuff.
"You gonna be at Crash tonight, Boo?" Original Cindy asked the girl as she got ready to leave.
She shrugged. "Depends," Max answered. "Logan might have me pulling a job for him tonight, who knows."
"A job, huh?" Alec asked, a grin lighting up his face as he took double- meaning to the statement.
"Oh shut up!" Max said angrily. She rolled her eyes in disbelief that a genetically enhanced prototype such as Alec could have such a sick mind. "I'm outta here."
A few minutes later, Max arrived via her Black Ninja motorcycle to Logan's apartment complex. She rode the elevator to his penthouse, and entered. Without knocking, of course: picking the lock was much easier than waiting for someone to answer the door.
"How would you feel about breaking into a high-security building and stealing something for me?" Logan asked as the girl entered his apartment.
"Well hello to you to," Max teased, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe. Logan was sitting at his computer desk, looking up at her hopefully.
"Do you remember that supposed government organization I told you about? SD- 6?" Logan questioned her memory.
She nodded. "Yeah, they're allegedly a branch of the CIA."
"But lately I've been finding more and more evidence that they're out to corrupt America, not help it," Logan finished for her. "And I think I could very well have enough proof to do an Eyes Only Broadcast and expose them."
Max raised her eyebrows. "And you need me to get this 'proof' for you?" she said as more of a statement than a question.
Logan looked at her pleadingly. "Exactly," he said. "There's a videotape of a known SD-6 agent shooting someone, one of his clients or contacts maybe. I'll know more when I can analyze the tape."
Max nodded. "What kinda building will I be breaking into?" she inquired.
"It's headquarters for a security-system company, so it will of course be high-security. I know the video is stored in a room that's electronically password-protected.," Logan smiled, "Nothing you can't handle though."
Max returned the grin. "I'll figure something out. Play it by ear," she said. She paused for a moment. "How did you find out about this tape?" Usually she didn't question his source of information, but he had been working on this SD-6 case forever, and she was starting to get interested in it.
Logan looked at her, surprised that she took a curiosity in this mission. "I have a contact on the inside, Marshall Flinkman."
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Sydney slowly paced through the empty warehouse, waiting for Agent Vaughn to arrive. He had paged her, and had obviously heard about her mission via her father.
After a few moments of endless pacing, a tall man in a suit and tie appeared in the doorway. "Hey Syd," he said, smiling.
"Hey Vaughn," she greeted in return. "What's my counter-mission?" Sydney wasted know time in small-talk. Usually she took this as an opportunity to ask him how he was doing, but she had a plane to catch for Seattle in less than an hour.
Obviously Vaughn understood this, because he, too, got right to business. "There isn't one." He said simply.
He almost laughed at the astonished look on Sydney's face. "Wait.what?" the girl asked. "I thought we wanted to expose SD-6. If someone else gets a hold of this tape, that's bound to happen."
Vaughn nodded understandingly. "That's not exactly how the CIA wants it to happen. You're supposed to get the tape and destroy it, just like SD-6 wants," the man explained. "If the public finds out about this, chaos is bound to happen."
Sydney nodded, slightly regretfully. She was hoping this would be a chance to hurt SD-6, but instead she would be forced to aide them. "Albright," she said after a moment of silence.
She grabbed her coat and began to walk out of the room.
"Syd, wait," Vaughn called to her, causing her to stop and turn around. "Good luck," he added shyly.
Sydney smiled. "Thanks," was all she said. With that, she turned and walked out the door, ready to start her mission.
