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and Bad Robot Productions.
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback. Please review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com!
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 2
After walking down two flights of stairs under heavy guard, Sydney was uncuffed and pushed through another steel door. Immediately, the door slammed shut behind her.
"Well, Miss Bristow," Sark's voice announced over the intercom, "your five minutes begin now. I'm going to enjoy this." Another chilling chuckle.
Without wasting another second, Sydney began her mad dash. Having no idea of where she really wanted to go, she just ran haphazardly throughout the complex. She managed to take down several guards and armed herself. After that, Sydney just blasted her opposition away. Part of her was actually glad that she had this chance to vent her anger on her captors. Of course, she would have preferred to take her fury out of Sark, but that was clearly not an option at this point.
After running through countless corridors, Sydney reached a door that looked different from all the other ones. "This must be the exit," she whispered. Her heart sank when she realized that the door could only be opened with a security access card. Normally, she would have been able to at least try to crack the security code but all her tools were confiscated when she was taken captive. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what to do, knowing that Sark's men would be on her trail in minutes, if not sooner.
As if on cue, two guards rushed in at that exact moment, snickering and sneering. "Looks like Mr. Sark will have some fun with you tonight," one of them taunted.
"I'd love to, but I have more important things to do," Sydney answered with sarcasm. She aimed her gun and fired, but realized that she was out of ammunition. Reacting quickly, she threw her gun aside and kicked the weapons out the guards' hands. She quickly knocked one of men out cold, but the other guard managed to trip her, causing Sydney to crash to the floor. She got back on her feet to take out the attacking guard, but not before noticing small white piece of plastic lying by her feet. In seconds, it was over as the two guards were lying unconscious, sprawled on the cold floor.
"Well, that wasn't too hard," Sydney said to herself as a smile crossed her face. She picked up the white plastic card and studied it. "Wondered where this came from?" Shrugging, she slid the card into the security card reader and immediately, the door opened. Cool air rushed in, signaling to Sydney that this was indeed the exit to the compound.
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"What do you mean she escaped?" Kirov shouted as he slammed his fist onto the table.
"She overpowered the guards, sir," the frightened guard replied, trembling as he spoke.
"She was unarmed. How could she overpower a legion of heavily armed guards??"
"I don't know, sir. I'm not sure what exactly happened."
"Even if she overpowered the guards, she couldn't have escaped. All the exits were sealed. She could've escaped only with a security access card," Kirov continued. "Did the guards confiscate all her weapons and gadgets?"
"Yes, sir. They made sure that they confiscated everything on her before Mr. Sark interrogated her."
"Damn," Kirov sighed. "What am I going to tell Sark?"
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Kirov walked towards the office proudly, followed by his second-in-command. Kirov has worked for Irina for over twenty years, starting out as a guard and working his way to become the head of security operations. He was destined to become Irina's right-hand man when all of a sudden came Sark. Just the thought of Sark made Kirov angry. "Who does this kid think he is?" he always asked himself. "I've worked my ass off for all this time. This kid is barely out of high school. What does he know about our operations??" The fact that Irina trusted Sark with everything only made Kirov's jealousy fester. "One of these days, I'll find something to show Irina that her golden-boy isn't so perfect," he vowed.
Kirov's thoughts were interrupted by Lakisu, his young second-in-command. "Sir, are you sure you want to tell Mr. Sark everything?"
"What else do you expect me to tell him? Make up some story?"
"I don't think he'll react very kindly to the news, sir."
"That's an understatement," Kirov mumbled. "But what is he going to do to me?" he asked sarcastically.
"I don't know, sir. I just think Mr. Sark is not someone we would want to mess with."
Kirov snickered at the comment. "What's the big deal about Sark? He's nothing. He's just Irina's toy of the day. I've seen pretty-boys like him. They never last long, especially with someone like Irina. Have faith, my dear Lasiku."
After knocking briefly, Kirov and Lasiku walked into Sark's office. Sark was standing by the window, his back facing his visitors. "Well?" he asked calmly and coldly.
"There has been some complications, Mr. Sark," Kirvo replied just as calmly.
"What complications would that be, Mr. Kirov?"
"Turns out that your prisoner was smarter than you thought," Kirov answered, unable to resist a chance to mock Sark.
"Oh? Do elaborate," Sark answered as he turned around to face the two guards for the first time.
"To put it simply, Miss Bristow escaped."
"I see," Sark answered. After pausing for a moment, he continued. "I'm seriously beginning to question your competence, Mr. Kirov."
Kirov's face grew red with fury at Sark's comment. "How dare he?" he said to himself. "What are you trying to say, Mr. Sark," he finally replied as he struggled to contain his anger.
"Perhaps I didn't make myself quite clear," Sark replied. "Put simply, you will have to bear responsibility for this blunder, Mr. Kirov. And I'm afraid you won't be able to deal with the consequences."
"Is that a threat, Mr. Sark?"
"No, it is not. I'm merely informing you of the inevitable. We have no place here for incompetent personnel."
Kirov laughed at Sark's comment. "Look at you, Sark. You have no idea what you're saying."
Sark smiled, seemingly amused by Kirov's behaviour. "Oh really? Perhaps you can enlighten me then, Mr. Kirov?"
Kirov walked up to Sark and stared at him menacingly. Despite Sark's height, Kirov towered over the younger man. Anyone with a weak heart would have been totally overwhelmed by the atmosphere of intimidation that Kirov was creating. "You listen to me, Sark. I've been in this organization for over twenty years. I know of things that you would never even comprehend. I don't know how you got in this organization. Just watch who you mess with." An evil smile crept onto Kirov's face. "And need I remind you that I've known Irina for a much longer period than you, Sark. In fact, you probably weren't even born when I first met her. So you mess with me and you'll have to answer to Irina herself!!"
Instead of backing off, Sark appeared to relish Kirov's challenge to his power. "So what do you suggest that I do regarding this incident, Mr. Kirov?"
A smirk appeared on Kirov's face. "I knew this boy had no backbone," he thought to himself. He smiled knowingly at Lasiku. "You see, Sark, the one who has to bear responsibility for this accident would be you."
Sark raised his eyebrows at Kirov's latest accusation. "Oh?"
"Yes, Sark. We had Bristow right where we wanted her. And of course, you decide to play your idiotic hunting game. It was nothing but a stupid, reckless idea. And because of your stupidity, we've lost Bristow! Now you'll answer to Irina herself!"
Sark began to pace the room slowly as he thought about what Kirov said.
"Of course, I'm a reasonable person. There are ways you can save your pathetic career, Sark." Kirov chuckled and smile at Lasiku. "If you get on your knees now and beg me, I might put in a good word for you with Irina."
Lakisu tried hard to stifle a laugh but he wasn't completely successful.
"I see," Sark answered slowly. He turned around and walked towards the window. "I have a better idea, Mr. Kirov," he finally said.
"And what would that be?" Kirov sneered.
"This." With lightning quickness, Sark turned around, pulled out a pistol and fired one shot. A soft groan could be heard as Kirov collapsed lifelessly to the floor, a shot through his forehead.
Sark calmly put his pistol away and walked towards a terrified Lasiku. Looking down at Kirov's open but lifeless eyes, he snickered before turning to the frightened guard. "Well, Mr. Lasiku, what do you suggest that we do about the escape of Miss Bristow?"
Immediately, Lasiku fell on his knees, body trembling. "Anything you say, Mr. Sark. Anything you say!!"
"Good," Sark answered with an approving smile. "I always knew you would be more cooperative than Mr. Kirov."
~ to be continued ~
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback. Please review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com!
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 2
After walking down two flights of stairs under heavy guard, Sydney was uncuffed and pushed through another steel door. Immediately, the door slammed shut behind her.
"Well, Miss Bristow," Sark's voice announced over the intercom, "your five minutes begin now. I'm going to enjoy this." Another chilling chuckle.
Without wasting another second, Sydney began her mad dash. Having no idea of where she really wanted to go, she just ran haphazardly throughout the complex. She managed to take down several guards and armed herself. After that, Sydney just blasted her opposition away. Part of her was actually glad that she had this chance to vent her anger on her captors. Of course, she would have preferred to take her fury out of Sark, but that was clearly not an option at this point.
After running through countless corridors, Sydney reached a door that looked different from all the other ones. "This must be the exit," she whispered. Her heart sank when she realized that the door could only be opened with a security access card. Normally, she would have been able to at least try to crack the security code but all her tools were confiscated when she was taken captive. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what to do, knowing that Sark's men would be on her trail in minutes, if not sooner.
As if on cue, two guards rushed in at that exact moment, snickering and sneering. "Looks like Mr. Sark will have some fun with you tonight," one of them taunted.
"I'd love to, but I have more important things to do," Sydney answered with sarcasm. She aimed her gun and fired, but realized that she was out of ammunition. Reacting quickly, she threw her gun aside and kicked the weapons out the guards' hands. She quickly knocked one of men out cold, but the other guard managed to trip her, causing Sydney to crash to the floor. She got back on her feet to take out the attacking guard, but not before noticing small white piece of plastic lying by her feet. In seconds, it was over as the two guards were lying unconscious, sprawled on the cold floor.
"Well, that wasn't too hard," Sydney said to herself as a smile crossed her face. She picked up the white plastic card and studied it. "Wondered where this came from?" Shrugging, she slid the card into the security card reader and immediately, the door opened. Cool air rushed in, signaling to Sydney that this was indeed the exit to the compound.
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"What do you mean she escaped?" Kirov shouted as he slammed his fist onto the table.
"She overpowered the guards, sir," the frightened guard replied, trembling as he spoke.
"She was unarmed. How could she overpower a legion of heavily armed guards??"
"I don't know, sir. I'm not sure what exactly happened."
"Even if she overpowered the guards, she couldn't have escaped. All the exits were sealed. She could've escaped only with a security access card," Kirov continued. "Did the guards confiscate all her weapons and gadgets?"
"Yes, sir. They made sure that they confiscated everything on her before Mr. Sark interrogated her."
"Damn," Kirov sighed. "What am I going to tell Sark?"
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Kirov walked towards the office proudly, followed by his second-in-command. Kirov has worked for Irina for over twenty years, starting out as a guard and working his way to become the head of security operations. He was destined to become Irina's right-hand man when all of a sudden came Sark. Just the thought of Sark made Kirov angry. "Who does this kid think he is?" he always asked himself. "I've worked my ass off for all this time. This kid is barely out of high school. What does he know about our operations??" The fact that Irina trusted Sark with everything only made Kirov's jealousy fester. "One of these days, I'll find something to show Irina that her golden-boy isn't so perfect," he vowed.
Kirov's thoughts were interrupted by Lakisu, his young second-in-command. "Sir, are you sure you want to tell Mr. Sark everything?"
"What else do you expect me to tell him? Make up some story?"
"I don't think he'll react very kindly to the news, sir."
"That's an understatement," Kirov mumbled. "But what is he going to do to me?" he asked sarcastically.
"I don't know, sir. I just think Mr. Sark is not someone we would want to mess with."
Kirov snickered at the comment. "What's the big deal about Sark? He's nothing. He's just Irina's toy of the day. I've seen pretty-boys like him. They never last long, especially with someone like Irina. Have faith, my dear Lasiku."
After knocking briefly, Kirov and Lasiku walked into Sark's office. Sark was standing by the window, his back facing his visitors. "Well?" he asked calmly and coldly.
"There has been some complications, Mr. Sark," Kirvo replied just as calmly.
"What complications would that be, Mr. Kirov?"
"Turns out that your prisoner was smarter than you thought," Kirov answered, unable to resist a chance to mock Sark.
"Oh? Do elaborate," Sark answered as he turned around to face the two guards for the first time.
"To put it simply, Miss Bristow escaped."
"I see," Sark answered. After pausing for a moment, he continued. "I'm seriously beginning to question your competence, Mr. Kirov."
Kirov's face grew red with fury at Sark's comment. "How dare he?" he said to himself. "What are you trying to say, Mr. Sark," he finally replied as he struggled to contain his anger.
"Perhaps I didn't make myself quite clear," Sark replied. "Put simply, you will have to bear responsibility for this blunder, Mr. Kirov. And I'm afraid you won't be able to deal with the consequences."
"Is that a threat, Mr. Sark?"
"No, it is not. I'm merely informing you of the inevitable. We have no place here for incompetent personnel."
Kirov laughed at Sark's comment. "Look at you, Sark. You have no idea what you're saying."
Sark smiled, seemingly amused by Kirov's behaviour. "Oh really? Perhaps you can enlighten me then, Mr. Kirov?"
Kirov walked up to Sark and stared at him menacingly. Despite Sark's height, Kirov towered over the younger man. Anyone with a weak heart would have been totally overwhelmed by the atmosphere of intimidation that Kirov was creating. "You listen to me, Sark. I've been in this organization for over twenty years. I know of things that you would never even comprehend. I don't know how you got in this organization. Just watch who you mess with." An evil smile crept onto Kirov's face. "And need I remind you that I've known Irina for a much longer period than you, Sark. In fact, you probably weren't even born when I first met her. So you mess with me and you'll have to answer to Irina herself!!"
Instead of backing off, Sark appeared to relish Kirov's challenge to his power. "So what do you suggest that I do regarding this incident, Mr. Kirov?"
A smirk appeared on Kirov's face. "I knew this boy had no backbone," he thought to himself. He smiled knowingly at Lasiku. "You see, Sark, the one who has to bear responsibility for this accident would be you."
Sark raised his eyebrows at Kirov's latest accusation. "Oh?"
"Yes, Sark. We had Bristow right where we wanted her. And of course, you decide to play your idiotic hunting game. It was nothing but a stupid, reckless idea. And because of your stupidity, we've lost Bristow! Now you'll answer to Irina herself!"
Sark began to pace the room slowly as he thought about what Kirov said.
"Of course, I'm a reasonable person. There are ways you can save your pathetic career, Sark." Kirov chuckled and smile at Lasiku. "If you get on your knees now and beg me, I might put in a good word for you with Irina."
Lakisu tried hard to stifle a laugh but he wasn't completely successful.
"I see," Sark answered slowly. He turned around and walked towards the window. "I have a better idea, Mr. Kirov," he finally said.
"And what would that be?" Kirov sneered.
"This." With lightning quickness, Sark turned around, pulled out a pistol and fired one shot. A soft groan could be heard as Kirov collapsed lifelessly to the floor, a shot through his forehead.
Sark calmly put his pistol away and walked towards a terrified Lasiku. Looking down at Kirov's open but lifeless eyes, he snickered before turning to the frightened guard. "Well, Mr. Lasiku, what do you suggest that we do about the escape of Miss Bristow?"
Immediately, Lasiku fell on his knees, body trembling. "Anything you say, Mr. Sark. Anything you say!!"
"Good," Sark answered with an approving smile. "I always knew you would be more cooperative than Mr. Kirov."
~ to be continued ~
