Bombshell
Chapter 6: Listen Closely
Author: Brynne Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat?
Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure Rating: PG-13 (language)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue. I have no money.
AN: This is set 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! Which I'm sorry to say, you will find out in the next chapter. But this time we have the inside thinking of Sark and Vaughn! Yes the ' ' around words/phrases means that is what Sark/Vaughn are thinking!!
Sark was startled at the piercing BANG! the metal door made as Sydney threw it open. Her wet hair was plastered to her face and her clothes, which were also wet (imagine that!), clung to her figure, accentuating her muscles and curves. 'Hmmm...must have started raining.' For the last hour, Sark had been sitting in the SSS building, spacing out. He was apprehensive. And Sydney was the cause of it all. The reason his headache still refused to go away. The reason the wine did nothing but make him obnoxiously philosophical. The reason that he could vaguely hear Sydney's voice screaming at him...
"SARK!!" Sark looked up, his face rather perplexed. That's when Sark, super-observant assassin/spy, realized a fire was burning in the brown depths of Sydney's eyes.
'Shit.'
"Why did you leave me there all alone?" Her tone softened into a mere question but anger still burned in her eyes.
'Because you're a psycho bitch and I needed to think about how I was going to deal with you? No that wouldn't go over too well.'
"Baby, I needed to work some arrangements out for our 'guest'. Plus, I wasn't sure how long your torture session would last. I had things to do."
'Hey, that wasn't so bad. Damn, I'm good!'
Sark's charm worked and the fire dimmed in Sydney's eyes. A smile replaced the angry frown that had occupied her face only moments before. She hurried over to Sark, grabbing his hands before lightly kissing him.
"So? Where are the 'arrangements'?" She questioned, scanning the room.
'Arrangements? Crap...No wait! I still have the chair set up from when I interrogated that guy...what was his name?...Oh well, I have the chair! Yes! I love myself!'
"Where is that Vaughn guy anyways?" Sark said, ignoring Sydney's question.
"Oh, he's still in the car. But he can wait." Sydney smiled mischievously as she straddled Sark's lap.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Michael groggily woke up. Again his head hurt. He opened on eye to check his surroundings.
'Nope, not a swanky five-star hotel. Damn. More like a five-star interrogation room. Whoopee!'
He groaned. His groan was apparently heard because on oily, arrogant voice answered, "Are we awake, Mister Vaughn?"
'Stupid Sark. Why does he always have to sound so full of himself? And why does he always show up in these kind of situations?'
"I'm afraid, Mister Vaughn, that this will only go well if you open your eyes."
Grudgingly, Michael opened his eyes to see Sark perched on a chair in front of him.
"Now, Mister Vaughn, I have an offer for you. Care to listen?" Sark's shocking blue eyes studied Michael's face.
'Do I have a choice? Let me guess...no'
"I'll take your eye roll as a yes. As you may know, Sloane, Sydney and I were a part of the SSS. Now listen closely..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
DUN DUN DUN!!! (scary, creepy what-will-happen-next? music)
Since it's my spring break, I'm hoping to finish this story this week! Unless, of course, some great plot twist comes along! ; P
Thanks to AliasForever, AnnaSun, Sarkie47, and redheadgrl for reviewing my last chapter!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! Any suggestions are greatly appreciated!!
Chapter 6: Listen Closely
Author: Brynne Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat?
Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure Rating: PG-13 (language)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue. I have no money.
AN: This is set 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! Which I'm sorry to say, you will find out in the next chapter. But this time we have the inside thinking of Sark and Vaughn! Yes the ' ' around words/phrases means that is what Sark/Vaughn are thinking!!
Sark was startled at the piercing BANG! the metal door made as Sydney threw it open. Her wet hair was plastered to her face and her clothes, which were also wet (imagine that!), clung to her figure, accentuating her muscles and curves. 'Hmmm...must have started raining.' For the last hour, Sark had been sitting in the SSS building, spacing out. He was apprehensive. And Sydney was the cause of it all. The reason his headache still refused to go away. The reason the wine did nothing but make him obnoxiously philosophical. The reason that he could vaguely hear Sydney's voice screaming at him...
"SARK!!" Sark looked up, his face rather perplexed. That's when Sark, super-observant assassin/spy, realized a fire was burning in the brown depths of Sydney's eyes.
'Shit.'
"Why did you leave me there all alone?" Her tone softened into a mere question but anger still burned in her eyes.
'Because you're a psycho bitch and I needed to think about how I was going to deal with you? No that wouldn't go over too well.'
"Baby, I needed to work some arrangements out for our 'guest'. Plus, I wasn't sure how long your torture session would last. I had things to do."
'Hey, that wasn't so bad. Damn, I'm good!'
Sark's charm worked and the fire dimmed in Sydney's eyes. A smile replaced the angry frown that had occupied her face only moments before. She hurried over to Sark, grabbing his hands before lightly kissing him.
"So? Where are the 'arrangements'?" She questioned, scanning the room.
'Arrangements? Crap...No wait! I still have the chair set up from when I interrogated that guy...what was his name?...Oh well, I have the chair! Yes! I love myself!'
"Where is that Vaughn guy anyways?" Sark said, ignoring Sydney's question.
"Oh, he's still in the car. But he can wait." Sydney smiled mischievously as she straddled Sark's lap.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Michael groggily woke up. Again his head hurt. He opened on eye to check his surroundings.
'Nope, not a swanky five-star hotel. Damn. More like a five-star interrogation room. Whoopee!'
He groaned. His groan was apparently heard because on oily, arrogant voice answered, "Are we awake, Mister Vaughn?"
'Stupid Sark. Why does he always have to sound so full of himself? And why does he always show up in these kind of situations?'
"I'm afraid, Mister Vaughn, that this will only go well if you open your eyes."
Grudgingly, Michael opened his eyes to see Sark perched on a chair in front of him.
"Now, Mister Vaughn, I have an offer for you. Care to listen?" Sark's shocking blue eyes studied Michael's face.
'Do I have a choice? Let me guess...no'
"I'll take your eye roll as a yes. As you may know, Sloane, Sydney and I were a part of the SSS. Now listen closely..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
DUN DUN DUN!!! (scary, creepy what-will-happen-next? music)
Since it's my spring break, I'm hoping to finish this story this week! Unless, of course, some great plot twist comes along! ; P
Thanks to AliasForever, AnnaSun, Sarkie47, and redheadgrl for reviewing my last chapter!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! Any suggestions are greatly appreciated!!