Bombshell
Chapter 5: Quiet Time
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. I spent some quality time with the S section of my dictionary so I could find some decent words for the SSS! This chapter is about SARK!!! Advertisement: Coming to a FanFiction.net near you. La Fillette; a tale of mystery, intrigue, deceit, lies, and any other words used to describe Sydney's soap-opera life! Basically, twists and turns and a surprise ending! But it won't come out until I'm finished with this story!
SARK POV
As soon as I exited the building, I was blinded by the brightness of the sun. By the time it took me to fish out my sunglasses (Armani), the guards, who were standing by the door, had already whisked away the body of Sloane.
Immediately, a chauffer dressed in a black suit jogged up to me.
"Wallace, please get the limo. I'll be riding by myself." I loved the sound of my voice. It was so superior and authoritative. Also, I might say, it was incredibly sexy. Not to be vain or anything...
With a curt nod, he jogged off again to get the limo.
There were two limos that we were using today. One was originally for Sloane and Mr. Vaughn and the other was supposed to hold Sydney and me. But right now, I needed to think. Sydney could ride to the compound all by herself.
As the limo drove up to me, I absently climbed in. Too much had happened in such a short time.
I can still remember when she decided to join us. It was after I had sprayed her with ammonia flurochloride when she was getting the antidote for her pretty-boy Vaughn. I had a private conversation with her and she really warmed up to me. And then BAM! she wants to work with us. She came to me that one night. It was raining so hard and she was drenched. Her hair was plastered to her face and her brown eyes looked so big and scared. She just started crying on my shoulder and I comforted her. She was so fed up with her life and she wanted to work with us. Sloane still loved her like a daughter and eventually let her in our plan. She was exactly the same for a while, and then she changed. She became hard and evil. She suddenly enjoyed hurting people. She loved it. And yet she was always so naïve and innocent looking. She seemed like a child. She acted like a child and yet she was so intelligent.
God I need a drink.
She made up this plan. We use Sloane to get rid of the CIA. We would then kill Sloane and torture Vaughn; maybe even try to turn him. I never said anything but I knew that Vaughn wouldn't turn. Only she would. Or had.
I had never wanted to kill Sloane but she had insisted that I should. She had said that it would be better that way. We would become the rulers of the Underground Kingdom of Evil. That's what she always called it. She would always get this glitter in her eye when she said that. It was like she imagined us as this king and queen of her make-believe world.
I definitely need something to drink.
Last night, as we went over the details for our plan, she was so excited. She was like child who was going to Disneyland the next day. Her eyes were twinkling and a grin never left her face. She walked, no skipped, actually skipped, back to her car.
Groan. If I don't get a drink or painkillers soon, my head is going to burst.
This was supposed to be this great plan. I got Sydney and I got to be powerful, more powerful than I could have hoped for. I would be the king. I would lead the SSS, which would become like an evil CIA. She would be mine and we would outsmart the world while doing everything in style. We would live on adrenaline. We would live with no regrets, no other ties, just running, running, forever.
Sigh.
I remember she once said that I had grounded her. If I had the power to ground her, why do I feel like I'm spinning away?
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Sorry about the late update but I'll try to get another chapter out this weekend! Also, I got S words but don't know which ones should be in the SSS. Sable (weasel), sabotage, sadist, sagacious, sarcasm, scoundrel, serpent, shrewd, shrike, stealth, suave, subrosa, swank, and of course spies. Any help?
Thanks to Annasun, Coffee Crazy, abercrombieprep, screen names are tacky, Sarkie47, amythest, Christy, black.Hawk, intriKate, and Kathryn!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! Any suggestions are greatly appreciated!!
Chapter 5: Quiet Time
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. I spent some quality time with the S section of my dictionary so I could find some decent words for the SSS! This chapter is about SARK!!! Advertisement: Coming to a FanFiction.net near you. La Fillette; a tale of mystery, intrigue, deceit, lies, and any other words used to describe Sydney's soap-opera life! Basically, twists and turns and a surprise ending! But it won't come out until I'm finished with this story!
SARK POV
As soon as I exited the building, I was blinded by the brightness of the sun. By the time it took me to fish out my sunglasses (Armani), the guards, who were standing by the door, had already whisked away the body of Sloane.
Immediately, a chauffer dressed in a black suit jogged up to me.
"Wallace, please get the limo. I'll be riding by myself." I loved the sound of my voice. It was so superior and authoritative. Also, I might say, it was incredibly sexy. Not to be vain or anything...
With a curt nod, he jogged off again to get the limo.
There were two limos that we were using today. One was originally for Sloane and Mr. Vaughn and the other was supposed to hold Sydney and me. But right now, I needed to think. Sydney could ride to the compound all by herself.
As the limo drove up to me, I absently climbed in. Too much had happened in such a short time.
I can still remember when she decided to join us. It was after I had sprayed her with ammonia flurochloride when she was getting the antidote for her pretty-boy Vaughn. I had a private conversation with her and she really warmed up to me. And then BAM! she wants to work with us. She came to me that one night. It was raining so hard and she was drenched. Her hair was plastered to her face and her brown eyes looked so big and scared. She just started crying on my shoulder and I comforted her. She was so fed up with her life and she wanted to work with us. Sloane still loved her like a daughter and eventually let her in our plan. She was exactly the same for a while, and then she changed. She became hard and evil. She suddenly enjoyed hurting people. She loved it. And yet she was always so naïve and innocent looking. She seemed like a child. She acted like a child and yet she was so intelligent.
God I need a drink.
She made up this plan. We use Sloane to get rid of the CIA. We would then kill Sloane and torture Vaughn; maybe even try to turn him. I never said anything but I knew that Vaughn wouldn't turn. Only she would. Or had.
I had never wanted to kill Sloane but she had insisted that I should. She had said that it would be better that way. We would become the rulers of the Underground Kingdom of Evil. That's what she always called it. She would always get this glitter in her eye when she said that. It was like she imagined us as this king and queen of her make-believe world.
I definitely need something to drink.
Last night, as we went over the details for our plan, she was so excited. She was like child who was going to Disneyland the next day. Her eyes were twinkling and a grin never left her face. She walked, no skipped, actually skipped, back to her car.
Groan. If I don't get a drink or painkillers soon, my head is going to burst.
This was supposed to be this great plan. I got Sydney and I got to be powerful, more powerful than I could have hoped for. I would be the king. I would lead the SSS, which would become like an evil CIA. She would be mine and we would outsmart the world while doing everything in style. We would live on adrenaline. We would live with no regrets, no other ties, just running, running, forever.
Sigh.
I remember she once said that I had grounded her. If I had the power to ground her, why do I feel like I'm spinning away?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorry about the late update but I'll try to get another chapter out this weekend! Also, I got S words but don't know which ones should be in the SSS. Sable (weasel), sabotage, sadist, sagacious, sarcasm, scoundrel, serpent, shrewd, shrike, stealth, suave, subrosa, swank, and of course spies. Any help?
Thanks to Annasun, Coffee Crazy, abercrombieprep, screen names are tacky, Sarkie47, amythest, Christy, black.Hawk, intriKate, and Kathryn!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! Any suggestions are greatly appreciated!!