Disclaimer: Alias is owned by ABC, Touchstone, is the creation of JJ Abrams
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! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far.
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 11
"What?" Sydney exclaimed with alarm. "By who??" Sydney turned around to look but the swerving car made it difficult to see anything.
"By the ones we were trying to get away from all this time, naturally," Sark answered without emotion, as usual.
Sydney could not help but roll her eyes. "As if I didn't know that, Sark! But would you mind telling me exactly who we've been trying to run from all this time?"
"You'll find out soon enough," he replied before he jammed on the brakes, sending the car to a screeching halt. "Get out," he ordered.
"Where are we going now?" Sydney asked, her annoyance evident.
"Save your questions and just do as I tell you," Sark replied, his voice tight, betraying his nervousness.
Next thing Sydney knew, Sark had grabbed her hands and they were running down a maze of alleys before stopping at an abandoned warehouse. There was little light and they had to feel their way around.
Suddenly, the warehouse was flooded with brightness, causing both Sark and Sydney to shield their eyes from the sudden illumination.
"I'm glad we finally found you, Agent Bristow!" a voice began. "I'm Agent Wesley."
As her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see the man who was speaking to her. Agent Wesley, a tall, young agent, was walking towards her with his pistol carefully aimed at Sark. With him were several other agents who also aimed their weapons at Sark.
"Well, it's about time you guys got here," Sydney muttered. "Where is Vaughn?"
Agent Wesley smiled and walked closer. "Don't worry about that too much, Agent Bristow."
"Well, I need to see him. I've got some information that I need to pass on to him."
"Why don't you give that information to me and I'll make sure I pass it on to Agent Vaughn?"
Sydney felt a sense of unease as Agent Wesley got closer. There was something about him that made her feel uncomfortable. "No, I think I'll feel more comfortable telling Vaughn personally," she finally replied.
"Well, I'm afraid that won't be possible, Agent Bristow," Wesley answered in a tone that sounded like a sneer to Sydney. He reached into his pocket but in a split second, Sydney saw blood splatter Wesley's face as he slumped to the floor. His eyes gazed lifelessly up at Sydney, his forehead marked by one single bullet.
In the confusion that followed, Sydney was dragged through the warehouse as the sounds of gunfire echoed through the building. After running for what seemed like hours, Sark and Sydney finally stopped to catch their breath. "You killed him??" Sydney gasped in dismay. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded angrily.
Sark showed no signs of remorse as he smirked at Sydney. "In case you didn't notice, Ms. Bristow, Agent Wesley wasn't exactly friendly towards you."
"And so you kill him?" she shot back. "What kind of a monster are you?"
A flicker of hurt crossed Sark's face but he quickly recovered. "One that's trying to keep you alive," he replied tersely before reloading his gun. They continued making their way towards an exit when the sounds of gunfire again filled the warehouse. Sark turned around and fired three shots. Sydney watched as Sark eliminated the agents with deadly precision. Sydney watched in horror as Sark demolished the team of agents. In a split second, she landed a kick to Sark's body, causing his gun to fly out of his hands. She grabbed it and quickly pointed it at Sark's forehead.
"Game's over, Sark," she hissed with venom as she stared him in his eyes.
As she had come to expect, Sark showed no signs of panic or surprise. Instead, his trademark smirk slowly crept onto his face. "You amaze me, Ms. Bristow." Raising her eyebrows in surprise, Sydney waited for Sark to continue. "I cannot help but wonder how you managed to survive so long in your line of business when you have such trouble differentiating between your friends and your enemies."
"I wouldn't be too worried about that if I were you," Sydney replied, furious at Sark implying her to be incompetent.
"If you had been slightly more observant," Sark continued, ignoring Sydney's remark, "you would have realized that Agent Wesley was trying to eliminate you."
This remark startled Sydney. "What are you saying, that he was a mole?"
Sark could not resist the urge to roll his eyes somewhat. "Isn't that rather obvious, Ms. Bristow?"
As Syndey tried to digest this new information, Sark grabbed her gun and again took charge of the situation. He took her hand, much to her dismay, and began dragging her towards an exit.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded even though she herself was following Sark much on her own accord. As usual, he ignored her and kept his focus on his task. Angry at being treated like a child, she punched him in the arm as a way of venting her frustration, causing Sark to grab his arm in pain.
"Aren't you being a bit over-dramatic? I didn't hit you that hard," Sydney taunted as she rolled her eyes at Sark's antics.
Instead of answering, Sark just glared at her, still clutching his arm, as his eyes threw daggers towards Sydney. It was then that Sydney noticed the blood stain on his dark suit.
"Oh god," she gasped as she realized that Sark's arm had been shot during the earlier gunfire exchange with the CIA agents. "I'm so sorry," she whispered as she realized how childish she had been.
"Can we get moving now?" he asked, his usually cold eyes pleading with her. Suddenly, Sark stiffened and his facial expressions hardened. He grabbed her hands and ran towards the exit. Sydney had a bad feeling because Sark seemed very tense. Before they got to the exit, however, the doors burst open and they were surrounded by heavily armed agents. Even Sark knew that this was a hopeless situation as he slowly dropped his gun to the floor.
~ 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 11
"What?" Sydney exclaimed with alarm. "By who??" Sydney turned around to look but the swerving car made it difficult to see anything.
"By the ones we were trying to get away from all this time, naturally," Sark answered without emotion, as usual.
Sydney could not help but roll her eyes. "As if I didn't know that, Sark! But would you mind telling me exactly who we've been trying to run from all this time?"
"You'll find out soon enough," he replied before he jammed on the brakes, sending the car to a screeching halt. "Get out," he ordered.
"Where are we going now?" Sydney asked, her annoyance evident.
"Save your questions and just do as I tell you," Sark replied, his voice tight, betraying his nervousness.
Next thing Sydney knew, Sark had grabbed her hands and they were running down a maze of alleys before stopping at an abandoned warehouse. There was little light and they had to feel their way around.
Suddenly, the warehouse was flooded with brightness, causing both Sark and Sydney to shield their eyes from the sudden illumination.
"I'm glad we finally found you, Agent Bristow!" a voice began. "I'm Agent Wesley."
As her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see the man who was speaking to her. Agent Wesley, a tall, young agent, was walking towards her with his pistol carefully aimed at Sark. With him were several other agents who also aimed their weapons at Sark.
"Well, it's about time you guys got here," Sydney muttered. "Where is Vaughn?"
Agent Wesley smiled and walked closer. "Don't worry about that too much, Agent Bristow."
"Well, I need to see him. I've got some information that I need to pass on to him."
"Why don't you give that information to me and I'll make sure I pass it on to Agent Vaughn?"
Sydney felt a sense of unease as Agent Wesley got closer. There was something about him that made her feel uncomfortable. "No, I think I'll feel more comfortable telling Vaughn personally," she finally replied.
"Well, I'm afraid that won't be possible, Agent Bristow," Wesley answered in a tone that sounded like a sneer to Sydney. He reached into his pocket but in a split second, Sydney saw blood splatter Wesley's face as he slumped to the floor. His eyes gazed lifelessly up at Sydney, his forehead marked by one single bullet.
In the confusion that followed, Sydney was dragged through the warehouse as the sounds of gunfire echoed through the building. After running for what seemed like hours, Sark and Sydney finally stopped to catch their breath. "You killed him??" Sydney gasped in dismay. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded angrily.
Sark showed no signs of remorse as he smirked at Sydney. "In case you didn't notice, Ms. Bristow, Agent Wesley wasn't exactly friendly towards you."
"And so you kill him?" she shot back. "What kind of a monster are you?"
A flicker of hurt crossed Sark's face but he quickly recovered. "One that's trying to keep you alive," he replied tersely before reloading his gun. They continued making their way towards an exit when the sounds of gunfire again filled the warehouse. Sark turned around and fired three shots. Sydney watched as Sark eliminated the agents with deadly precision. Sydney watched in horror as Sark demolished the team of agents. In a split second, she landed a kick to Sark's body, causing his gun to fly out of his hands. She grabbed it and quickly pointed it at Sark's forehead.
"Game's over, Sark," she hissed with venom as she stared him in his eyes.
As she had come to expect, Sark showed no signs of panic or surprise. Instead, his trademark smirk slowly crept onto his face. "You amaze me, Ms. Bristow." Raising her eyebrows in surprise, Sydney waited for Sark to continue. "I cannot help but wonder how you managed to survive so long in your line of business when you have such trouble differentiating between your friends and your enemies."
"I wouldn't be too worried about that if I were you," Sydney replied, furious at Sark implying her to be incompetent.
"If you had been slightly more observant," Sark continued, ignoring Sydney's remark, "you would have realized that Agent Wesley was trying to eliminate you."
This remark startled Sydney. "What are you saying, that he was a mole?"
Sark could not resist the urge to roll his eyes somewhat. "Isn't that rather obvious, Ms. Bristow?"
As Syndey tried to digest this new information, Sark grabbed her gun and again took charge of the situation. He took her hand, much to her dismay, and began dragging her towards an exit.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded even though she herself was following Sark much on her own accord. As usual, he ignored her and kept his focus on his task. Angry at being treated like a child, she punched him in the arm as a way of venting her frustration, causing Sark to grab his arm in pain.
"Aren't you being a bit over-dramatic? I didn't hit you that hard," Sydney taunted as she rolled her eyes at Sark's antics.
Instead of answering, Sark just glared at her, still clutching his arm, as his eyes threw daggers towards Sydney. It was then that Sydney noticed the blood stain on his dark suit.
"Oh god," she gasped as she realized that Sark's arm had been shot during the earlier gunfire exchange with the CIA agents. "I'm so sorry," she whispered as she realized how childish she had been.
"Can we get moving now?" he asked, his usually cold eyes pleading with her. Suddenly, Sark stiffened and his facial expressions hardened. He grabbed her hands and ran towards the exit. Sydney had a bad feeling because Sark seemed very tense. Before they got to the exit, however, the doors burst open and they were surrounded by heavily armed agents. Even Sark knew that this was a hopeless situation as he slowly dropped his gun to the floor.
~ to be continued ~
