Bombshell
Chapter 3: Swanky Five Star Hotel
Author: Brynne
Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat?
Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue. I have no money.
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! Oh, italics are what Michael is thinking.
Sydney looked over at Sark. He had simultaneously shot Eric when she had knocked out Michael. They thought so much alike it was almost unsettling. Almost. Blood was pooling out of the bullet wound in Eric's head. Michael was slumped unconscious on the ground. For an instant, Sydney felt a tinge of remorse. She felt horrible for doing this. The man she had loved was now unconscious and Eric was dead. But the moment disappeared rapidly and Sydney felt jovial once again.
Another figure, yet again, materialized in the doorway.
Sydney and Sark stood up at Sloane's arrival.
"The bombs are set up. They will go off in ten minutes. Lets move." Sloane said, his voice holding no emotion.
They started for the door but Sydney stopped Sark.
"Sark, we have to bring Michael. Remember our plans?" She pleaded, her voice as innocent as a child but her eyes deceived the purity. She was evil, no doubt about that.
The party sped out of the building's parking garage two minutes later.
Only eight minutes later, the LA CIA building exploded.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Michael awoke. His head was pounding and he grounded, momentarily forgetting what had happened earlier. As if a light bulb had gone off, he remembered everything, everything. His eyes snapped open to take in his surroundings.
He was in a large warehouse and was sitting in a chair, tightly secured. Why do they always have to do these things in a dirty, abandoned warehouse? Michael edgily wondered. Just once, I would like to wake up after being abducted and be in a swanky, five-star hotel.
Michael sighed. His head hurt too much to argue with himself. Being tied to a chair made it impossible for him to even rub his temples to try to end the constant throbbing in his head.
Michael remained that way for a while, possibly a half an hour. His head hung down, his eyes shut against the pain. He didn't really care anymore. If Sydney was evil, then he had been used. He had nothing to live for. Their love wasn't real so what mattered? He realized he like a wimp next to Sydney, who had been used too many times to count, but he didn't care.
Eventually, Sark, Sloane, and Sydney entered the warehouse. As they neared him, Michael couldn't help but laugh. He had just apprehended that their names all started with S and had actually called them the evil S's. \
"What's so funny, Michael?" Sydney's voice reminded him of a teacher asking a student why they were laughing and he chuckled again.
"Michael? What?" She frowned. "I don't get it." Sydney pouted before cuddling Sark. Sark didn't seem to make much of an effort to comfort the confused woman who had attached herself to his arm. He instead looked steadily at Michael who was still laughing, quieter but still.
"Agent Vaughn, we have bombed the building where you work...worked. No one has been left alive. The people in this room are the only ones who have gotten away. The men we used to break in to the CIA building were also killed. I have gotten valuable information which would make our new agency, SSS, indestructible." Sloane stated this discourse in a totally boring monotone. Michael, of course, began laughing hysterically when he learned that they were calling themselves the SSS. The evil S's, how cute!
Michael sobered up when a shot rang out in the room, leaving Sloane to fall unceremoniously to the ground, eyes wide open and blood staining his crisp white shirt. Sark still held his gun up, his eyes glazed over as he watched Sloane stare blankly at the ceiling.
One down, two more to go. Of course, if they all decide to kill each other, I won't have much to do. Michael cracked a smile. His smile was definitely bad timing because Sydney saw.
"Do you enjoy watching people die?" Her lilting voice asked accusingly.
"What? Me? Well, no. But...I wasn't smiling at that." Michael had been taken off guard. Good job, idiot. Now you sound like...like...AN IDIOT!
While Michael silently cursed himself for sounding like an idiot in front of the now SS, Sark turned to Sydney.
"I'll be back. Do whatever you want with him." Sydney took this opportunity to kiss Sark good-bye. Sark stood there unresponsive as she planted a hard passionate kiss on him. As Sark left, he grabbed the collar of Sloane's shirt and dragged him gracelessly out of the warehouse.
As the sound of Sark's polished black shoes echoing on the cement slowly fades, Sydney turned towards Michael, smiling mischievously.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Thanks so much to amythest, Christy, black.Hawk, intricate, and Kathryn. Please review!
Chapter 3: Swanky Five Star Hotel
Author: Brynne
Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat?
Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue. I have no money.
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! Oh, italics are what Michael is thinking.
Sydney looked over at Sark. He had simultaneously shot Eric when she had knocked out Michael. They thought so much alike it was almost unsettling. Almost. Blood was pooling out of the bullet wound in Eric's head. Michael was slumped unconscious on the ground. For an instant, Sydney felt a tinge of remorse. She felt horrible for doing this. The man she had loved was now unconscious and Eric was dead. But the moment disappeared rapidly and Sydney felt jovial once again.
Another figure, yet again, materialized in the doorway.
Sydney and Sark stood up at Sloane's arrival.
"The bombs are set up. They will go off in ten minutes. Lets move." Sloane said, his voice holding no emotion.
They started for the door but Sydney stopped Sark.
"Sark, we have to bring Michael. Remember our plans?" She pleaded, her voice as innocent as a child but her eyes deceived the purity. She was evil, no doubt about that.
The party sped out of the building's parking garage two minutes later.
Only eight minutes later, the LA CIA building exploded.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Michael awoke. His head was pounding and he grounded, momentarily forgetting what had happened earlier. As if a light bulb had gone off, he remembered everything, everything. His eyes snapped open to take in his surroundings.
He was in a large warehouse and was sitting in a chair, tightly secured. Why do they always have to do these things in a dirty, abandoned warehouse? Michael edgily wondered. Just once, I would like to wake up after being abducted and be in a swanky, five-star hotel.
Michael sighed. His head hurt too much to argue with himself. Being tied to a chair made it impossible for him to even rub his temples to try to end the constant throbbing in his head.
Michael remained that way for a while, possibly a half an hour. His head hung down, his eyes shut against the pain. He didn't really care anymore. If Sydney was evil, then he had been used. He had nothing to live for. Their love wasn't real so what mattered? He realized he like a wimp next to Sydney, who had been used too many times to count, but he didn't care.
Eventually, Sark, Sloane, and Sydney entered the warehouse. As they neared him, Michael couldn't help but laugh. He had just apprehended that their names all started with S and had actually called them the evil S's. \
"What's so funny, Michael?" Sydney's voice reminded him of a teacher asking a student why they were laughing and he chuckled again.
"Michael? What?" She frowned. "I don't get it." Sydney pouted before cuddling Sark. Sark didn't seem to make much of an effort to comfort the confused woman who had attached herself to his arm. He instead looked steadily at Michael who was still laughing, quieter but still.
"Agent Vaughn, we have bombed the building where you work...worked. No one has been left alive. The people in this room are the only ones who have gotten away. The men we used to break in to the CIA building were also killed. I have gotten valuable information which would make our new agency, SSS, indestructible." Sloane stated this discourse in a totally boring monotone. Michael, of course, began laughing hysterically when he learned that they were calling themselves the SSS. The evil S's, how cute!
Michael sobered up when a shot rang out in the room, leaving Sloane to fall unceremoniously to the ground, eyes wide open and blood staining his crisp white shirt. Sark still held his gun up, his eyes glazed over as he watched Sloane stare blankly at the ceiling.
One down, two more to go. Of course, if they all decide to kill each other, I won't have much to do. Michael cracked a smile. His smile was definitely bad timing because Sydney saw.
"Do you enjoy watching people die?" Her lilting voice asked accusingly.
"What? Me? Well, no. But...I wasn't smiling at that." Michael had been taken off guard. Good job, idiot. Now you sound like...like...AN IDIOT!
While Michael silently cursed himself for sounding like an idiot in front of the now SS, Sark turned to Sydney.
"I'll be back. Do whatever you want with him." Sydney took this opportunity to kiss Sark good-bye. Sark stood there unresponsive as she planted a hard passionate kiss on him. As Sark left, he grabbed the collar of Sloane's shirt and dragged him gracelessly out of the warehouse.
As the sound of Sark's polished black shoes echoing on the cement slowly fades, Sydney turned towards Michael, smiling mischievously.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: Thanks so much to amythest, Christy, black.Hawk, intricate, and Kathryn. Please review!