"Government Involvement"
Chapter 04: The Trouble Begins
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 ;)
Alterations.. The year is 2002 (Just pretend Dark Angel was set in that year). The pulse still happened, though the only place that was really affected was Washington: especially Seattle. Seattle is still like a third-world- country, sort of excluded from the rest of the U.S.
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Max woke up groggily, the events that had occurred only a few hours ago, still fresh in her mind. She opened her eyes slowly, to be greeted by a blindingly white room. She was sitting in a chair, and it didn't take long for Max to realize she was chained to it as well. A quick tug on the handcuffs revealed they were too secure for her to break, and unfortunately she hadn't brought along her lock-pick.
Glancing around the room; Max noticed a single door on the wall in front of her. To her left, was a long mirror almost covering the entire length of the wall. It didn't take a genius to recognize this as a red mirror, where people were watching her, though she couldn't see them.
A few feet in front of her, was a small table, with a chair on the other side. It was obvious to Max that this was some form or an interrogation room, and it wouldn't take long for the people on the other side of the mirror to realize she was awake, and send someone in to question her.
Sure enough, a few minutes after waking up, Max's attention was turned towards the door as her previous attacker entered.
"Jack," she said simply as the man entered the room, closing and securing the door behind him.
"Max," he responded, no emotion or feeling to his voice. He took a seat in the chair across from her and looked her straight in the eyes.
"I'm going to make this as simple as possible. You tell me what I want to know, and you don't get hurt," he explained to her in a simplistic tone of voice.
Max could help but laugh. "I hope you realize you sound like something out of a cheap-budget police-versus-bad-guy movie," she replied in a sarcastic voice.
Jack Bristow opened his mouth to speak, but Max quickly cut him off. "How about I lay it out for you?" she offered confidently. "You guys aren't gonna be able to get any info outta me. Period point blank. You might as well give up now, cuz I'm sure as hell not telling you anything."
Jack stood up and pushed his chair aside. "I'm sorry you feel that way," he said icily. "Because here, we have ways of dealing with people like you."
"Speaking of which, where is 'here' anyway?" Max questioned. "If I'm going to be interrogated by some whack agent guys in suits, I'd like to at least know my location."
"That's classified," was Mr. Bristow's monotone reply.
"Classified? Well that's kind of rude: first you drug me up, drag me to your hideaway, and chain me to a chair", Max's voice dripped with sarcasm "and NOW you won't even tell me where I am? Tsk tsk tsk." She shook her head in mock disappointment.
"If I were you, I'd quit playing games and start talking," Jack suggested. "The sooner you enlighten us on who Eyes Only is, the sooner you can get out of here."
Max twisted her body to look into the red mirror, completely ignoring Jack's suggestion. "Ya know, you might think about being a little less obvious. I mean, if you're gonna have your spy-buddies record our conversation, you might as well be a little more secretive about it."
Jack was slightly stunned that she knew it was a red mirror, but didn't allow his surprise to show on his face. In stead he walked around to the other side of the table so he was only a few feet from Max.
"Okay, enough stalling," he said bluntly. He rolled up his sleeves and gave her an icy glare. "I'm going to ask you this one last time: Who is Eyes Only?"
Max grinned and looked up at him innocently. "Don't tell me you'd really hit a poor, defenseless girl just to figure out who some random guy is?" she asked naively.
"I'll do whatever it takes to figure out who Eyes Only is," Jack answered matter-of-factly. "He's an enemy of ours, and I'm willing to do anything to figure out who he is. So the answer is yes: I WILL hit you, if I have to resort to that."
"Well then bring it on, buddy," Max edged him on.
That was all it took to set Jack off. He drew back his fist, and sent it flying toward Max's face.
Unfortunately for Jack, he was trying to hit a genetically enhanced soldier with incredibly reflexis, even when tied to a chair. Before Jack's fist hit her, Max's swung her leg up, blocking his arm with her ankle.
Agent Bristow stared at her in disbelief, amazed that she was able to stop him. Max just looked up at him with a smug grin.
Jack quickly regained his composure and pulled back his arm, as Max rested her foot back on the floor.
Before either of them could say anything, a voice crackled over Jack's radio.
"Agent Bristow, Sloane needs to meet with you," the voice said. "It's urgent."
Jack nodded towards the mirror, letting them know he understood and was on his way to meet with his boss. Secretly, he was glad the interruption had occurred. He would have more time to figure out how to deal with Max.
"Don't think it's going to be that easy," he threatened his prisoner as he turned his attention back to her. He then headed back toward the door, out of ideas. If he wasn't going to be able to beat the information out of her, he'd have to resort to more desperate measures. "I'll be back."
With that, he opened the door and the left the room. As Max heard the clicks of the door being locked several times, she smiled to herself.
"Can't wait."
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Alec's motorcycle rumbled to a stop outside a run-down apartment complex. He double-checked the address on the side of the building, confirming he was at the right location.
'This is it,' he thought to himself as he quickly ran a hand through his hair, trying to reverse the damage done by the wind on his way here.
He had just climbed off his bike when he heard his cell phone ring.
"Not now." he mumbled aloud as he rolled his eyes. Alec dug through his pockets to find the phone.
"Yeah?" he said hurriedly in an almost angry tone as a greeting.
"Alec? This is Logan," said the panicked voice on the other end.
Alec rolled his eyes again, though it was useless since the other man couldn't see him. "Look, Logan: if you're looking for your girl Max, she isn't here."
"No," Logan cut him off. "There's a problem, I need your help. Get here as fast as you can."
"Whoa, wait a minute," Alec protested defiantly. "I have a date tonight. I'm at the girl's house right now. You can't expect me to drop all my plans and come help you with your little crisis."
Logan's voice was now filled with anger, as well as panic. "Alec. Max got captured by some people that were supposed to be giving us information. Instead, they double-crossed us and took her with them. I need your help getting her out of there."
Alec sighed. "Max can take care of herself," his voice was more serious now. "I'm sure she'll get out of there fine. It's not like we're dealing with Manticore or anything."
Logan bit his tongue to keep from yelling at Alec. This boy did not understand anything!! "No, we're not dealing with Manticore. But we ARE dealing with a similar organization; with more intelligence, allies, and weaponry than Manticore. They don't know who or what she is yet, but my guess is it won't take them very long to figure it out," he calmly tried to explain.
"Logan, I'm sorry and all, but this girl is hot as hell and she's a STRIPPER!! Come on, you know I can't pass that up!" Alec objected once again.
"Alec!!" Logan yelled into the phone. "Can you recall how many times Max has saved your ass, even after you tried to kill her?! You OWE this to her, you can't just let her get killed."
Alec let out an internal sigh. "Fine," he said quietly after a moment's hesitation. "I'll be over as soon as I can."
With that, he flipped his phone closed angrily and jumped back on his bike. Logan was right, as much as Alec didn't want to admit it; Max HAD helped him out in a lot of situations, and he owed it to her.
"It better not take to long to save her ass," he said aloud, his voice drowned by the roar of his engine as he raced down the streets of Seattle.
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 ;)
Alterations.. The year is 2002 (Just pretend Dark Angel was set in that year). The pulse still happened, though the only place that was really affected was Washington: especially Seattle. Seattle is still like a third-world- country, sort of excluded from the rest of the U.S.
Enjoy the story, and DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!!
If you want me to e-mail you as soon as the next chapter is up, leave your e-mail address in the review section, or e-mail it to me!
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Max woke up groggily, the events that had occurred only a few hours ago, still fresh in her mind. She opened her eyes slowly, to be greeted by a blindingly white room. She was sitting in a chair, and it didn't take long for Max to realize she was chained to it as well. A quick tug on the handcuffs revealed they were too secure for her to break, and unfortunately she hadn't brought along her lock-pick.
Glancing around the room; Max noticed a single door on the wall in front of her. To her left, was a long mirror almost covering the entire length of the wall. It didn't take a genius to recognize this as a red mirror, where people were watching her, though she couldn't see them.
A few feet in front of her, was a small table, with a chair on the other side. It was obvious to Max that this was some form or an interrogation room, and it wouldn't take long for the people on the other side of the mirror to realize she was awake, and send someone in to question her.
Sure enough, a few minutes after waking up, Max's attention was turned towards the door as her previous attacker entered.
"Jack," she said simply as the man entered the room, closing and securing the door behind him.
"Max," he responded, no emotion or feeling to his voice. He took a seat in the chair across from her and looked her straight in the eyes.
"I'm going to make this as simple as possible. You tell me what I want to know, and you don't get hurt," he explained to her in a simplistic tone of voice.
Max could help but laugh. "I hope you realize you sound like something out of a cheap-budget police-versus-bad-guy movie," she replied in a sarcastic voice.
Jack Bristow opened his mouth to speak, but Max quickly cut him off. "How about I lay it out for you?" she offered confidently. "You guys aren't gonna be able to get any info outta me. Period point blank. You might as well give up now, cuz I'm sure as hell not telling you anything."
Jack stood up and pushed his chair aside. "I'm sorry you feel that way," he said icily. "Because here, we have ways of dealing with people like you."
"Speaking of which, where is 'here' anyway?" Max questioned. "If I'm going to be interrogated by some whack agent guys in suits, I'd like to at least know my location."
"That's classified," was Mr. Bristow's monotone reply.
"Classified? Well that's kind of rude: first you drug me up, drag me to your hideaway, and chain me to a chair", Max's voice dripped with sarcasm "and NOW you won't even tell me where I am? Tsk tsk tsk." She shook her head in mock disappointment.
"If I were you, I'd quit playing games and start talking," Jack suggested. "The sooner you enlighten us on who Eyes Only is, the sooner you can get out of here."
Max twisted her body to look into the red mirror, completely ignoring Jack's suggestion. "Ya know, you might think about being a little less obvious. I mean, if you're gonna have your spy-buddies record our conversation, you might as well be a little more secretive about it."
Jack was slightly stunned that she knew it was a red mirror, but didn't allow his surprise to show on his face. In stead he walked around to the other side of the table so he was only a few feet from Max.
"Okay, enough stalling," he said bluntly. He rolled up his sleeves and gave her an icy glare. "I'm going to ask you this one last time: Who is Eyes Only?"
Max grinned and looked up at him innocently. "Don't tell me you'd really hit a poor, defenseless girl just to figure out who some random guy is?" she asked naively.
"I'll do whatever it takes to figure out who Eyes Only is," Jack answered matter-of-factly. "He's an enemy of ours, and I'm willing to do anything to figure out who he is. So the answer is yes: I WILL hit you, if I have to resort to that."
"Well then bring it on, buddy," Max edged him on.
That was all it took to set Jack off. He drew back his fist, and sent it flying toward Max's face.
Unfortunately for Jack, he was trying to hit a genetically enhanced soldier with incredibly reflexis, even when tied to a chair. Before Jack's fist hit her, Max's swung her leg up, blocking his arm with her ankle.
Agent Bristow stared at her in disbelief, amazed that she was able to stop him. Max just looked up at him with a smug grin.
Jack quickly regained his composure and pulled back his arm, as Max rested her foot back on the floor.
Before either of them could say anything, a voice crackled over Jack's radio.
"Agent Bristow, Sloane needs to meet with you," the voice said. "It's urgent."
Jack nodded towards the mirror, letting them know he understood and was on his way to meet with his boss. Secretly, he was glad the interruption had occurred. He would have more time to figure out how to deal with Max.
"Don't think it's going to be that easy," he threatened his prisoner as he turned his attention back to her. He then headed back toward the door, out of ideas. If he wasn't going to be able to beat the information out of her, he'd have to resort to more desperate measures. "I'll be back."
With that, he opened the door and the left the room. As Max heard the clicks of the door being locked several times, she smiled to herself.
"Can't wait."
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Alec's motorcycle rumbled to a stop outside a run-down apartment complex. He double-checked the address on the side of the building, confirming he was at the right location.
'This is it,' he thought to himself as he quickly ran a hand through his hair, trying to reverse the damage done by the wind on his way here.
He had just climbed off his bike when he heard his cell phone ring.
"Not now." he mumbled aloud as he rolled his eyes. Alec dug through his pockets to find the phone.
"Yeah?" he said hurriedly in an almost angry tone as a greeting.
"Alec? This is Logan," said the panicked voice on the other end.
Alec rolled his eyes again, though it was useless since the other man couldn't see him. "Look, Logan: if you're looking for your girl Max, she isn't here."
"No," Logan cut him off. "There's a problem, I need your help. Get here as fast as you can."
"Whoa, wait a minute," Alec protested defiantly. "I have a date tonight. I'm at the girl's house right now. You can't expect me to drop all my plans and come help you with your little crisis."
Logan's voice was now filled with anger, as well as panic. "Alec. Max got captured by some people that were supposed to be giving us information. Instead, they double-crossed us and took her with them. I need your help getting her out of there."
Alec sighed. "Max can take care of herself," his voice was more serious now. "I'm sure she'll get out of there fine. It's not like we're dealing with Manticore or anything."
Logan bit his tongue to keep from yelling at Alec. This boy did not understand anything!! "No, we're not dealing with Manticore. But we ARE dealing with a similar organization; with more intelligence, allies, and weaponry than Manticore. They don't know who or what she is yet, but my guess is it won't take them very long to figure it out," he calmly tried to explain.
"Logan, I'm sorry and all, but this girl is hot as hell and she's a STRIPPER!! Come on, you know I can't pass that up!" Alec objected once again.
"Alec!!" Logan yelled into the phone. "Can you recall how many times Max has saved your ass, even after you tried to kill her?! You OWE this to her, you can't just let her get killed."
Alec let out an internal sigh. "Fine," he said quietly after a moment's hesitation. "I'll be over as soon as I can."
With that, he flipped his phone closed angrily and jumped back on his bike. Logan was right, as much as Alec didn't want to admit it; Max HAD helped him out in a lot of situations, and he owed it to her.
"It better not take to long to save her ass," he said aloud, his voice drowned by the roar of his engine as he raced down the streets of Seattle.
