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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 5
The hot shower was refreshing to say the least. All that dirt and filth was just too much to handle, not to mention the completely ruined suit. "That suit cost me a fortune," Sark muttered as he let the hot water relax his tense muscles. He couldn't remember how long he had been in the shower, but he didn't care because his mind was elsewhere.
"What the fuck was I thinking?" he berated himself. He couldn't believe that he had let his guard down so many times today. He lost the document, and he risked exposing himself unnecessarily. The fire at the hotel was suspicious to say the least and yet he still diverged from his plan to rescue that boy. "You're getting soft, Sark," he told himself. All that training, all that experience, thrown out the window in the span of one afternoon. He shook his head in disgust as the hot water continued to pound his body.
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The next day, back in Los Angeles.
"So, did you find anything?" Sydney asked anxiously.
Vaughan sighed and shook his head. "Nothing yet, but we're investigating." He shrugged, "maybe it's nothing. Who knows?"
"Don't you find it strange?" she continued. "That's two missions in a row. Someone is obviously very informed about my whereabouts."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Vaughn asked as he looked into Sydney's eyes. "Are you suggesting that there is a mole at the CIA?"
"I don't know," Sydney conceded. "It's possible, don't you think?"
"I suppose," Vaughn agreed hesitantly. He got up and paced around for a bit. "Let me see if I can get some info about this. But in the mean time, please be careful, Sydney. I don't like how this is developing."
Sydney nodded in response, her mind already moving onto the next topic, debating whether to even bring it up with Vaughn or not. After a pause, she looked up and smiled. "Vaughn?"
"Yeah?" he smiled backed as he sat down across from Sydney once again.
"I need you to do a favour for me."
A look of curiosity crossed Vaughn's face. "Sure. What is it?"
"Remember the file you gave me last time?"
"What file?" he asked as he tried to figure out which file Sydney was alluding to. "You mean the info on Sark?"
"Yep."
"What about it?"
"Well, would you be able to get me some more info on him?" Sydney asked hopefully.
Vaughn seemed surprised by the request. "Seems like you've taken a keen interest on your rival," he teased.
"Very funny," Sydney replied with a smile. "I just find him to be much more interesting than any other operative that I've encountered. Plus, the information that I've received so far doesn't seem to add up."
Vaughn looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'll see what I can do."
Sydney flashed her gorgeous smile again. "Thanks, Vaughn. You're the best!"
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"What do you mean you don't know?" Sark spoke calmly but forcefully into his cell phone. He got up from the bed and began to pace as he talked.
"We couldn't find anything."
"Well, it's obvious someone is in competition with us or is trying to sabotage our operations. They don't know who they're messing with," he commented as he looked out the window of his hotel suite." The sun was setting and it looked like it was about to rain. "Check with some of our other European operatives. They might have some information." With that, Sark ended the call and threw his cell phone on the bed. He sighed and rubbed his temples. He knew he was getting too stressed out, but he also knew how much was at stake here. "I've put too much into this to have it all go up in smoke," he muttered.
Glancing at his watch, he changed into another one of his designer suits, grabbed his gun and walked out the door.
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"So, any plans for tonight?" Agent Michaels asked as he put the documents in his briefcase.
"Probably heading over to the pub before picking up some chicks or something," smirked Agent Simmons. "Want to join me?"
"Sure, why not? Not like I've got anything else to do?"
The two young agents laughed as they walked out of the office.
"So, ever thought of settling down with a real girlfriend?" Agent Michaels asked as they walked towards the car.
"Why would I do that? Things are great the way they are now! I'm way too young to be tied down with a girlfriend."
"I suppose you have a point. So how is this big case you're working on going? Any major breakthroughs?"
"We're getting there. Those bastards are goners. I think this will be the case I need to get that promotion."
"Just don't forget your buddy here when you get promoted, okay?" Agent Michaels continued.
"Of course, that's assuming Agent Simmons will live to get the promotion."
Both agents turn abruptly in the direction of the voice. "Who the fuck are you?" Simmons shouted.
"That's not important, gentlemen," Sark smirked. "So, which of you would like to die first?"
The two agents drew their guns, but a shot was fired before they could do anything with it. Agent Michaels looked on in horror as he saw Agent Simmons slump to the ground in a pool of blood.
"I would put down that gun if I were you, Agent Michaels," Sark warned, a smug look on his face.
"You'll never get away with this, you know," Michaels replied, trying to sound unfazed by the unfolding events even as he obeyed Sark's order.
"Perhaps," Sark answered calmly. "But then, neither will you."
Realizing that his bluff wasn't working, Michaels tried a different approach. "What is it that you want, whoever you are?"
"Tell me about the KSP compound, Agent Michaels."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, then, I guess you're not much use to me then," Sark answered as he aimed his gun.
"Wait!" Agent Michaels exclaimed. "I'll tell you."
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"Well done, Sydney," Sloane complimented. "The document that you retrieved will help us greatly to eradicating Irina and her organization. You've proven once again that you're by far our best agent."
Sydney smiled at Sloane even though she was feeling sick to the stomach. She hated Sloane almost as much as she hated Irina. How she wished they would both just disappear.
"And because you're our best agent," Sloane continued, "I think we'll have to give you this next mission. You're probably the only agent who we can trust with this."
"What's the mission?"
"Well, it has come to our attention that our operations may be being jeopardized by a number of moles in our organization," Sloane began. "Actually, these are moles on the CIA side of the operations, but they have asked us to take action since they were somewhat handicapped when it came to this issue." Sloane handed a folder to Sydney. "This man is one of the moles that we have identified. We need you to eliminate him."
A look of shock was evident on Sydney's face. Sloane sensed this and moved to reassure her. "I know you've never taken part in a mission to kill before, but you must understand that this is for the security of SD-6, the CIA, and ultimately for the security of the country."
Sydney could not believe how this man can go about justifying this murder. But she couldn't refuse the mission without arousing Sloane's suspicions. "I can handle this mission," she finally answered.
"Good," Sloane answered with a smile. "I'll await your good news."
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"That's all I know," Agent Michaels said after telling Sark all that he wanted to know.
"You've been very cooperative, Mr. Michaels. I appreciate that."
"Now can I go?"
"But then you'll tell your superiors all about our encounter tonight."
"I won't!" Michaels exclaimed. "If they find out that I told you about the KSP compound, they would kill me, so why would I tell them about you?"
"You have a point," Sark said coolly. "But how can I trust you?"
"You have my word!!"
"Very well," Sark replied. "Get on your knees, head to the ground. Count to twenty and then you can leave."
Immediately, Michaels complied as Sark began to walk away. As he walked past Michaels, he whipped out his gun and shot the back of the young agent's head in one swift motion, splattering blood everywhere. Surveying the scene, seeing the two CIA agents sprawled lifelessly on the ground, Sark smirked and left the parking complex.
~ 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! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far.
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 5
The hot shower was refreshing to say the least. All that dirt and filth was just too much to handle, not to mention the completely ruined suit. "That suit cost me a fortune," Sark muttered as he let the hot water relax his tense muscles. He couldn't remember how long he had been in the shower, but he didn't care because his mind was elsewhere.
"What the fuck was I thinking?" he berated himself. He couldn't believe that he had let his guard down so many times today. He lost the document, and he risked exposing himself unnecessarily. The fire at the hotel was suspicious to say the least and yet he still diverged from his plan to rescue that boy. "You're getting soft, Sark," he told himself. All that training, all that experience, thrown out the window in the span of one afternoon. He shook his head in disgust as the hot water continued to pound his body.
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The next day, back in Los Angeles.
"So, did you find anything?" Sydney asked anxiously.
Vaughan sighed and shook his head. "Nothing yet, but we're investigating." He shrugged, "maybe it's nothing. Who knows?"
"Don't you find it strange?" she continued. "That's two missions in a row. Someone is obviously very informed about my whereabouts."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Vaughn asked as he looked into Sydney's eyes. "Are you suggesting that there is a mole at the CIA?"
"I don't know," Sydney conceded. "It's possible, don't you think?"
"I suppose," Vaughn agreed hesitantly. He got up and paced around for a bit. "Let me see if I can get some info about this. But in the mean time, please be careful, Sydney. I don't like how this is developing."
Sydney nodded in response, her mind already moving onto the next topic, debating whether to even bring it up with Vaughn or not. After a pause, she looked up and smiled. "Vaughn?"
"Yeah?" he smiled backed as he sat down across from Sydney once again.
"I need you to do a favour for me."
A look of curiosity crossed Vaughn's face. "Sure. What is it?"
"Remember the file you gave me last time?"
"What file?" he asked as he tried to figure out which file Sydney was alluding to. "You mean the info on Sark?"
"Yep."
"What about it?"
"Well, would you be able to get me some more info on him?" Sydney asked hopefully.
Vaughn seemed surprised by the request. "Seems like you've taken a keen interest on your rival," he teased.
"Very funny," Sydney replied with a smile. "I just find him to be much more interesting than any other operative that I've encountered. Plus, the information that I've received so far doesn't seem to add up."
Vaughn looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'll see what I can do."
Sydney flashed her gorgeous smile again. "Thanks, Vaughn. You're the best!"
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"What do you mean you don't know?" Sark spoke calmly but forcefully into his cell phone. He got up from the bed and began to pace as he talked.
"We couldn't find anything."
"Well, it's obvious someone is in competition with us or is trying to sabotage our operations. They don't know who they're messing with," he commented as he looked out the window of his hotel suite." The sun was setting and it looked like it was about to rain. "Check with some of our other European operatives. They might have some information." With that, Sark ended the call and threw his cell phone on the bed. He sighed and rubbed his temples. He knew he was getting too stressed out, but he also knew how much was at stake here. "I've put too much into this to have it all go up in smoke," he muttered.
Glancing at his watch, he changed into another one of his designer suits, grabbed his gun and walked out the door.
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"So, any plans for tonight?" Agent Michaels asked as he put the documents in his briefcase.
"Probably heading over to the pub before picking up some chicks or something," smirked Agent Simmons. "Want to join me?"
"Sure, why not? Not like I've got anything else to do?"
The two young agents laughed as they walked out of the office.
"So, ever thought of settling down with a real girlfriend?" Agent Michaels asked as they walked towards the car.
"Why would I do that? Things are great the way they are now! I'm way too young to be tied down with a girlfriend."
"I suppose you have a point. So how is this big case you're working on going? Any major breakthroughs?"
"We're getting there. Those bastards are goners. I think this will be the case I need to get that promotion."
"Just don't forget your buddy here when you get promoted, okay?" Agent Michaels continued.
"Of course, that's assuming Agent Simmons will live to get the promotion."
Both agents turn abruptly in the direction of the voice. "Who the fuck are you?" Simmons shouted.
"That's not important, gentlemen," Sark smirked. "So, which of you would like to die first?"
The two agents drew their guns, but a shot was fired before they could do anything with it. Agent Michaels looked on in horror as he saw Agent Simmons slump to the ground in a pool of blood.
"I would put down that gun if I were you, Agent Michaels," Sark warned, a smug look on his face.
"You'll never get away with this, you know," Michaels replied, trying to sound unfazed by the unfolding events even as he obeyed Sark's order.
"Perhaps," Sark answered calmly. "But then, neither will you."
Realizing that his bluff wasn't working, Michaels tried a different approach. "What is it that you want, whoever you are?"
"Tell me about the KSP compound, Agent Michaels."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, then, I guess you're not much use to me then," Sark answered as he aimed his gun.
"Wait!" Agent Michaels exclaimed. "I'll tell you."
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"Well done, Sydney," Sloane complimented. "The document that you retrieved will help us greatly to eradicating Irina and her organization. You've proven once again that you're by far our best agent."
Sydney smiled at Sloane even though she was feeling sick to the stomach. She hated Sloane almost as much as she hated Irina. How she wished they would both just disappear.
"And because you're our best agent," Sloane continued, "I think we'll have to give you this next mission. You're probably the only agent who we can trust with this."
"What's the mission?"
"Well, it has come to our attention that our operations may be being jeopardized by a number of moles in our organization," Sloane began. "Actually, these are moles on the CIA side of the operations, but they have asked us to take action since they were somewhat handicapped when it came to this issue." Sloane handed a folder to Sydney. "This man is one of the moles that we have identified. We need you to eliminate him."
A look of shock was evident on Sydney's face. Sloane sensed this and moved to reassure her. "I know you've never taken part in a mission to kill before, but you must understand that this is for the security of SD-6, the CIA, and ultimately for the security of the country."
Sydney could not believe how this man can go about justifying this murder. But she couldn't refuse the mission without arousing Sloane's suspicions. "I can handle this mission," she finally answered.
"Good," Sloane answered with a smile. "I'll await your good news."
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"That's all I know," Agent Michaels said after telling Sark all that he wanted to know.
"You've been very cooperative, Mr. Michaels. I appreciate that."
"Now can I go?"
"But then you'll tell your superiors all about our encounter tonight."
"I won't!" Michaels exclaimed. "If they find out that I told you about the KSP compound, they would kill me, so why would I tell them about you?"
"You have a point," Sark said coolly. "But how can I trust you?"
"You have my word!!"
"Very well," Sark replied. "Get on your knees, head to the ground. Count to twenty and then you can leave."
Immediately, Michaels complied as Sark began to walk away. As he walked past Michaels, he whipped out his gun and shot the back of the young agent's head in one swift motion, splattering blood everywhere. Surveying the scene, seeing the two CIA agents sprawled lifelessly on the ground, Sark smirked and left the parking complex.
~ to be continued ~
