Bombshell
Chapter 2: Haunting Voice
Author: Brynne
Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat?
Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure
Rating: PG-there is one bad word.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue.
AN: This is after A Free Agent. It's my own version of what could have happened. This is my first Alias fic and I am working on one called La Fillette so look out for that one!
Thanks so much for reviewing! Reviews only make me write better and update faster!
Thanks to black.Hawk, Kathryn, intricate, and Gizmo. Please excuse my friend Molly (Gizmo). Her review makes no sense on account of she doesn't watch Alias and had no clue what I was writing about.
"Surprised, Michael?" Her voice, which had always been so melodious and sweet, now made him shiver.
Standing in the doorway, Sydney Bristow looked exactly like she had on the day they had raided SD-6, but now her eyes glittered with malevolence. In her hand she held a simple handgun.
She seemed to notice Michael's sweeping glance that lingered on the gun she held.
"I'm not doing any dirty work. I only need this for one person." Sydney grinned at Michael's reaction to answering his unspoken question.
Michael immediately panicked. Her comment was clear. She only needed to kill one person. The only thing that wasn't clear to him was who that person was. It couldn't be him. She loved him. He loved her. They were going to live happily together forever. Right?
Michael didn't have long to ponder his last inquiry. His mind was on overload on everything else that was going on. What was wrong with her? Had she finally broke? Michael mentally rolled his eyes for his last thought. There was no feasible reason for her to break. Everything was going so perfect for her; it wasn't plausible. Michael's mind decided that it gave him a headache to try to figure out what had happened. Most likely, she would tell him what she was doing, before she killed...him?
Michael began to sigh but the breath caught in his throat. Weiss was still behind the desk. His eyes glanced down, but he quickly met Sydney's gaze again. He didn't think she should know that they weren't alone. But Sydney's smirk revealed she had seen his quick glance.
Sydney took a step forward. She laughed, the sound chilling yet beautiful. Haunting yet elegant.
"Weiss? Stand up." Sydney was grinning like a four year old who had just been told a secret.
Michael looked down at the confusion written all over Eric's face. He gave a small nod, letting him know he should get up. Apparently, Eric didn't really want to face the situation and made no move to get up. Michael looked back at Sydney.
While Michael had been looking down, Sydney had taken that opportunity to raise her gun, which was now pointed ominously at Michael.
"Come on, Weiss. I don't bite...hard." Sydney giggled at her own private joke, taking pleasure in the comment, which she had turned into a dangerous, foreboding threat.
"Eric." Breathed Michael. Eric got up and when he had stood up, he sucked in his breath when he saw Sydney, even though he already knew she was there. Seeing the woman who had never been questioned about her loyalty with the CIA but was now pointing a gun at two CIA agents, only made it more real.
"Both of you come out from behind the desk. Drop your guns. Slide them towards the door. Now." Sydney's face was blank, professional, as was her voice.
The men did as they were told mechanically. They seemed to be in a daze from this odd turn of events. When they had finished their command, Sydney spoke.
"Weiss, come here. Stand right there." Eric walked towards Sydney and stood in front of her. He was turned towards Michael and couldn't see her grin and her eyes glitter with mischief.
"Eric, Michael and I have to talk privately. Excuse us." With that, she raised her gun and brought it down hard on Eric's head. Eric grunted before collapsing to the ground. Michael resisted the urge to cry out, he needed to appear strong in front of this psycho Sydney. His brain told him she would play off all his emotions.
"Sorry about that. Look, Michael, you're smart. You understand. I'm evil, this is a raid, blah, blah, blah." Michael looked in horror at Sydney. Hearing it from her mouth seemed so real. Reality seemed to have just come in and slapped him with a white glove.
"This raid will kill all the CIA agents in here. We like to pride ourselves with our little army. Of course, our army will be absolute soon. We are the only ones getting out...only ones..." Sydney's eyes seemed dreamy and far off; her voice began to decrescendo into a whisper. For a few moments, Sydney looked at the wall; not really seeing it while Michael racked his brain, trying to figure out who we were.
Another figure emerged in the doorway. Sydney twirled around at his presence and almost leapt into his arms. She placed herself comfortably by his side, her arms around his neck, his around her waist.
"Why Mr. Vaughn, how nice to meet you. Sydney has told me so much about you." Sark's accented voice made Michael want to scream or break something. Nothing, nothing was...right.
"Exucuse my bad manners. Sark is part of all this. We are very good...colleagues." Sydney purred as she looked into Sark's eyes.
Hate surged through Michael. They weren't colleagues. They were lovers, somehow. He didn't know what he hated more. That Sydney was disloyal to the CIA or that she was with Sark. His hands balled in fists of anger that would have loved to punch that grin off of Sark's face.
"Oh Michael. Are you mad? I'm sorry but I had to keep it secret between Sark and me. It would have ruined our plans. But I had fun with you." She frowned and for a second, Michael wanted to do nothing but kiss her. But then he saw Sark's grinning face from over her shoulder. His blood boiled and in a blind rage of fury, he swung at Sydney. She, of course, blocked him. He found himself kneeling on the ground seconds later. Blood pounded in his ears. Sydney kneeled down beside him.
"I'm sorry I had to do that. I'm sorry I cheated on you. But just to let you know," Michael looked up, just in time to see Sydney leer, "you were a good fuck."
She smiled, pure and innocent.
There was a loud bang and Michael slumped to the ground.
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Chapter 2: Haunting Voice
Author: Brynne
Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat?
Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure
Rating: PG-there is one bad word.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue.
AN: This is after A Free Agent. It's my own version of what could have happened. This is my first Alias fic and I am working on one called La Fillette so look out for that one!
Thanks so much for reviewing! Reviews only make me write better and update faster!
Thanks to black.Hawk, Kathryn, intricate, and Gizmo. Please excuse my friend Molly (Gizmo). Her review makes no sense on account of she doesn't watch Alias and had no clue what I was writing about.
"Surprised, Michael?" Her voice, which had always been so melodious and sweet, now made him shiver.
Standing in the doorway, Sydney Bristow looked exactly like she had on the day they had raided SD-6, but now her eyes glittered with malevolence. In her hand she held a simple handgun.
She seemed to notice Michael's sweeping glance that lingered on the gun she held.
"I'm not doing any dirty work. I only need this for one person." Sydney grinned at Michael's reaction to answering his unspoken question.
Michael immediately panicked. Her comment was clear. She only needed to kill one person. The only thing that wasn't clear to him was who that person was. It couldn't be him. She loved him. He loved her. They were going to live happily together forever. Right?
Michael didn't have long to ponder his last inquiry. His mind was on overload on everything else that was going on. What was wrong with her? Had she finally broke? Michael mentally rolled his eyes for his last thought. There was no feasible reason for her to break. Everything was going so perfect for her; it wasn't plausible. Michael's mind decided that it gave him a headache to try to figure out what had happened. Most likely, she would tell him what she was doing, before she killed...him?
Michael began to sigh but the breath caught in his throat. Weiss was still behind the desk. His eyes glanced down, but he quickly met Sydney's gaze again. He didn't think she should know that they weren't alone. But Sydney's smirk revealed she had seen his quick glance.
Sydney took a step forward. She laughed, the sound chilling yet beautiful. Haunting yet elegant.
"Weiss? Stand up." Sydney was grinning like a four year old who had just been told a secret.
Michael looked down at the confusion written all over Eric's face. He gave a small nod, letting him know he should get up. Apparently, Eric didn't really want to face the situation and made no move to get up. Michael looked back at Sydney.
While Michael had been looking down, Sydney had taken that opportunity to raise her gun, which was now pointed ominously at Michael.
"Come on, Weiss. I don't bite...hard." Sydney giggled at her own private joke, taking pleasure in the comment, which she had turned into a dangerous, foreboding threat.
"Eric." Breathed Michael. Eric got up and when he had stood up, he sucked in his breath when he saw Sydney, even though he already knew she was there. Seeing the woman who had never been questioned about her loyalty with the CIA but was now pointing a gun at two CIA agents, only made it more real.
"Both of you come out from behind the desk. Drop your guns. Slide them towards the door. Now." Sydney's face was blank, professional, as was her voice.
The men did as they were told mechanically. They seemed to be in a daze from this odd turn of events. When they had finished their command, Sydney spoke.
"Weiss, come here. Stand right there." Eric walked towards Sydney and stood in front of her. He was turned towards Michael and couldn't see her grin and her eyes glitter with mischief.
"Eric, Michael and I have to talk privately. Excuse us." With that, she raised her gun and brought it down hard on Eric's head. Eric grunted before collapsing to the ground. Michael resisted the urge to cry out, he needed to appear strong in front of this psycho Sydney. His brain told him she would play off all his emotions.
"Sorry about that. Look, Michael, you're smart. You understand. I'm evil, this is a raid, blah, blah, blah." Michael looked in horror at Sydney. Hearing it from her mouth seemed so real. Reality seemed to have just come in and slapped him with a white glove.
"This raid will kill all the CIA agents in here. We like to pride ourselves with our little army. Of course, our army will be absolute soon. We are the only ones getting out...only ones..." Sydney's eyes seemed dreamy and far off; her voice began to decrescendo into a whisper. For a few moments, Sydney looked at the wall; not really seeing it while Michael racked his brain, trying to figure out who we were.
Another figure emerged in the doorway. Sydney twirled around at his presence and almost leapt into his arms. She placed herself comfortably by his side, her arms around his neck, his around her waist.
"Why Mr. Vaughn, how nice to meet you. Sydney has told me so much about you." Sark's accented voice made Michael want to scream or break something. Nothing, nothing was...right.
"Exucuse my bad manners. Sark is part of all this. We are very good...colleagues." Sydney purred as she looked into Sark's eyes.
Hate surged through Michael. They weren't colleagues. They were lovers, somehow. He didn't know what he hated more. That Sydney was disloyal to the CIA or that she was with Sark. His hands balled in fists of anger that would have loved to punch that grin off of Sark's face.
"Oh Michael. Are you mad? I'm sorry but I had to keep it secret between Sark and me. It would have ruined our plans. But I had fun with you." She frowned and for a second, Michael wanted to do nothing but kiss her. But then he saw Sark's grinning face from over her shoulder. His blood boiled and in a blind rage of fury, he swung at Sydney. She, of course, blocked him. He found himself kneeling on the ground seconds later. Blood pounded in his ears. Sydney kneeled down beside him.
"I'm sorry I had to do that. I'm sorry I cheated on you. But just to let you know," Michael looked up, just in time to see Sydney leer, "you were a good fuck."
She smiled, pure and innocent.
There was a loud bang and Michael slumped to the ground.
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Please review! It really encourages me when you review! Anyways, hope you liked it!