Sydney Dearest
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure holding the ownership of the characters and ideas of Alias.
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Mission Gone Wrong, or Magnificently Right?
Vaughn first knocked, but there was no answer. He knocked again, but there was still no answer. After losing patience, he opened the door finding a pitch-back room.
He sighed. "Carlos, get up! We'll have to leave in five minutes. I want Max up too!" Vaughn shouted. He found the light switch and turned the lights on. He found Carlos and Max sprawled on the two beds with their suits still on. They opened their eyes slowly, groaning at the sudden light.
"What do you want now Vaughn?" Max mumbled, starting to close his eyes once again. Completely outraged at the agents' unprofessionalism, Vaughn couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Max's collar and lifted him forcefully from the bed.
"I am sick and tired of your lack of your respect for me!" Vaughn's eyes were flared, veins popping from his neck. "Agents aren't supposed to be drinking on missions. That way they don't get hangovers two hours before the extraction. I want you two out of bed and ready in five minutes! I am this close," Vaughn raised his hand extending his index and thumb. "to getting you two fired." Carlos and Max were speechless watching Vaughn with the utmost fear.
When Vaughn had felt like they had gotten the message, he let max drop onto the bed. The started of him for a while, like a deer caught in headlights. "Well? Hurry up!" They woke out of the daze and clumsily stumbled off of the beds to their bags. They were dressed and ready in six minutes to Vaughn's satisfaction. Once ready, he made sure that they were fully away for the night's extraction. They nodded, with sober faces. Vaughn couldn't help up smile. They arrived in front of the museum at exactly nine. There was nothing for the first half hour. All Vaughn could do was hope that Carlos wouldn't screw this up. Maybe this could be it, if he could take either Sark or Sydney tonight, he might get a promotion when he came back to LA. Then he wouldn't have to deal with Carlos anymore. He waited patiently hoping something wonderful happen, fixing his messed up life.
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"Sydney, you are clear for exactly three minutes. Remember the laser censors. I will be at the extraction point with the helicopter to pick you up."
"Okay." She dropped in from the ceiling carefully landing soundlessly on her feet. Clearly, across the room she saw the Rambaldi manuscript encased in a glass box. "I've caught sight of the manuscript. I'm going radio silent." She looked at her watch- 5:45. "I'll see you at extraction point in two and a half minutes."
"Good luck."
Sydney heard the line cut. It was time to turn into Sydney super spy. Quickly scanning the room, she found a small black box. She quickly ran over and popped the side panel, flipping a switch. In a split second dozens of red lasers appeared throughout the room. Some of them close to the floor, others reaching her shoulders. She slowly inhaled and took the first step into the maze of lasers. One by one, Sydney slowly stepped over each laser and dodged another above her head. Soon she quickened her pace making it across the room. When she finally reached the manuscript she was out of breath and starting to sweat. She checked her stopwatch- 3:22. She was just on time. Quickly, she cut a hole big enough to cut the manuscript out. This is too easy. Little did Sydney know that she was right. Behind the manuscript's stand was a tiny back object blinking.
"Showtime." Vaughn said into his earpiece. " The manuscript has been moved. Mountaineer hurry and get to the Rambaldi exhibit. I'll call the guards for backup."
"Copy that Boy Scout. We're moving in." Inside the museum Carlos and Max silently and swiftly made it through to the Rambaldi exhibit. They found Sydney half way through the lasers. Vaughn saw Sydney through the agent's cameras, sighing in relief. I'm going to get that promotion after all! He watched intently as the agents grew closer.
"Freeze!!" their armed guns pointed straight at Sydney's head. She froze, cursing under her breath. "Put your hands up!" The idiots! She thought. She raised her hand in a swift motion setting off the alarm. The sudden sound and flashing lights made the agents lose focus. They shot aimlessly at Sydney who at already slipped behind a protective column.
"Sark! I've been made!" she said hushed and hurried.
"How many?" Sydney looked from behind the column, but only saw a lot of bullets coming at her.
"I can't tell. I saw two, but I think they called for backup." She could hear Sark cursing quietly.
"I'm going in to get you. Stay where you are." She quickly took out a small aluminum ball and threw it across the floor. A could of gas burst from the small object, making the entire room foggy. The bullets stopped.
Vaughn could see the camera was slowly losing sight of the column hiding Sydney. Jeez, they're going to mess this up. Just as he was watching the screen, Sydney popped up in front of Carlos. His reflexes were too slow, and Sydney took him out with a kick. The screen went blank. Where the hell are the guards? Vaughn had called them at least five minutes ago, and they were only across the hall. Vaughn decided to matters into his own hands. He grabbed a tranquilizer and ran out of the van, he didn't even have time to see Sydney take out Max.
He ran to the exhibit to find the gas had slightly cleared.
"Stop! Put the manuscript down." He spotted her fifty feet away picking up the manuscript. She smiled and took the manuscript and put it into her sweater.
"What are you going to do? Shoot at me aimlessly, then wait for me to take you out with a kick?" She stepped closer.
Vaughn tightened his grip. "Don't move any closer! Drop the manuscript and I won't be forced to shoot." She didn't listen. She stepped closer and closer until she was almost arm's length from Vaughn. He held his ground, almost shaking. He had never done this before. He was a desk agent, no fully trained for the field. She could sense his trembling and kicked the gun from his hands. He lost the gun, but blocked her next kick, attempting the counter attack. His ability to fight surprised her, allowing him the kick her across the room. He picked up the gun with a new confidence and pointed at her. He wouldn't be afraid to pull the trigger this time.
With the look of defeat, Sydney pulled out the manuscript. She slowly stood up and raised her hands up into the air.
"Drop the manuscript." Vaughn ordered. Without another word, Sydney threw the manuscript high into the air, causing Vaughn to look up. With a flash, she pulled a tiny gun from behind and shot at Vaughn. Somehow, through the complete shock, Vaughn fired at the now fleeting Sydney, hitting her in the arm. It took a few second for the tranquilizer to kick in.
All the while Sark had just turned the corner to see Sydney collapse on the floor.
"Freeze!" Vaughn yelled. Sark took a quick look at Vaughn and started running for the exit. Vaughn fired, but missed. A moment later he dropped his gun and looked at his left arm. The blood had soaked the entire sleeve. He put hand protectively over the wound and walked over to Sydney. She was out cold. He then checked on Carlos and Max, they too were out cold.
"Boy Scout requesting back up. We have two unconscious agents."
"Copy Boy Scout, back up will be there in five minutes."
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure holding the ownership of the characters and ideas of Alias.
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Mission Gone Wrong, or Magnificently Right?
Vaughn first knocked, but there was no answer. He knocked again, but there was still no answer. After losing patience, he opened the door finding a pitch-back room.
He sighed. "Carlos, get up! We'll have to leave in five minutes. I want Max up too!" Vaughn shouted. He found the light switch and turned the lights on. He found Carlos and Max sprawled on the two beds with their suits still on. They opened their eyes slowly, groaning at the sudden light.
"What do you want now Vaughn?" Max mumbled, starting to close his eyes once again. Completely outraged at the agents' unprofessionalism, Vaughn couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Max's collar and lifted him forcefully from the bed.
"I am sick and tired of your lack of your respect for me!" Vaughn's eyes were flared, veins popping from his neck. "Agents aren't supposed to be drinking on missions. That way they don't get hangovers two hours before the extraction. I want you two out of bed and ready in five minutes! I am this close," Vaughn raised his hand extending his index and thumb. "to getting you two fired." Carlos and Max were speechless watching Vaughn with the utmost fear.
When Vaughn had felt like they had gotten the message, he let max drop onto the bed. The started of him for a while, like a deer caught in headlights. "Well? Hurry up!" They woke out of the daze and clumsily stumbled off of the beds to their bags. They were dressed and ready in six minutes to Vaughn's satisfaction. Once ready, he made sure that they were fully away for the night's extraction. They nodded, with sober faces. Vaughn couldn't help up smile. They arrived in front of the museum at exactly nine. There was nothing for the first half hour. All Vaughn could do was hope that Carlos wouldn't screw this up. Maybe this could be it, if he could take either Sark or Sydney tonight, he might get a promotion when he came back to LA. Then he wouldn't have to deal with Carlos anymore. He waited patiently hoping something wonderful happen, fixing his messed up life.
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"Sydney, you are clear for exactly three minutes. Remember the laser censors. I will be at the extraction point with the helicopter to pick you up."
"Okay." She dropped in from the ceiling carefully landing soundlessly on her feet. Clearly, across the room she saw the Rambaldi manuscript encased in a glass box. "I've caught sight of the manuscript. I'm going radio silent." She looked at her watch- 5:45. "I'll see you at extraction point in two and a half minutes."
"Good luck."
Sydney heard the line cut. It was time to turn into Sydney super spy. Quickly scanning the room, she found a small black box. She quickly ran over and popped the side panel, flipping a switch. In a split second dozens of red lasers appeared throughout the room. Some of them close to the floor, others reaching her shoulders. She slowly inhaled and took the first step into the maze of lasers. One by one, Sydney slowly stepped over each laser and dodged another above her head. Soon she quickened her pace making it across the room. When she finally reached the manuscript she was out of breath and starting to sweat. She checked her stopwatch- 3:22. She was just on time. Quickly, she cut a hole big enough to cut the manuscript out. This is too easy. Little did Sydney know that she was right. Behind the manuscript's stand was a tiny back object blinking.
"Showtime." Vaughn said into his earpiece. " The manuscript has been moved. Mountaineer hurry and get to the Rambaldi exhibit. I'll call the guards for backup."
"Copy that Boy Scout. We're moving in." Inside the museum Carlos and Max silently and swiftly made it through to the Rambaldi exhibit. They found Sydney half way through the lasers. Vaughn saw Sydney through the agent's cameras, sighing in relief. I'm going to get that promotion after all! He watched intently as the agents grew closer.
"Freeze!!" their armed guns pointed straight at Sydney's head. She froze, cursing under her breath. "Put your hands up!" The idiots! She thought. She raised her hand in a swift motion setting off the alarm. The sudden sound and flashing lights made the agents lose focus. They shot aimlessly at Sydney who at already slipped behind a protective column.
"Sark! I've been made!" she said hushed and hurried.
"How many?" Sydney looked from behind the column, but only saw a lot of bullets coming at her.
"I can't tell. I saw two, but I think they called for backup." She could hear Sark cursing quietly.
"I'm going in to get you. Stay where you are." She quickly took out a small aluminum ball and threw it across the floor. A could of gas burst from the small object, making the entire room foggy. The bullets stopped.
Vaughn could see the camera was slowly losing sight of the column hiding Sydney. Jeez, they're going to mess this up. Just as he was watching the screen, Sydney popped up in front of Carlos. His reflexes were too slow, and Sydney took him out with a kick. The screen went blank. Where the hell are the guards? Vaughn had called them at least five minutes ago, and they were only across the hall. Vaughn decided to matters into his own hands. He grabbed a tranquilizer and ran out of the van, he didn't even have time to see Sydney take out Max.
He ran to the exhibit to find the gas had slightly cleared.
"Stop! Put the manuscript down." He spotted her fifty feet away picking up the manuscript. She smiled and took the manuscript and put it into her sweater.
"What are you going to do? Shoot at me aimlessly, then wait for me to take you out with a kick?" She stepped closer.
Vaughn tightened his grip. "Don't move any closer! Drop the manuscript and I won't be forced to shoot." She didn't listen. She stepped closer and closer until she was almost arm's length from Vaughn. He held his ground, almost shaking. He had never done this before. He was a desk agent, no fully trained for the field. She could sense his trembling and kicked the gun from his hands. He lost the gun, but blocked her next kick, attempting the counter attack. His ability to fight surprised her, allowing him the kick her across the room. He picked up the gun with a new confidence and pointed at her. He wouldn't be afraid to pull the trigger this time.
With the look of defeat, Sydney pulled out the manuscript. She slowly stood up and raised her hands up into the air.
"Drop the manuscript." Vaughn ordered. Without another word, Sydney threw the manuscript high into the air, causing Vaughn to look up. With a flash, she pulled a tiny gun from behind and shot at Vaughn. Somehow, through the complete shock, Vaughn fired at the now fleeting Sydney, hitting her in the arm. It took a few second for the tranquilizer to kick in.
All the while Sark had just turned the corner to see Sydney collapse on the floor.
"Freeze!" Vaughn yelled. Sark took a quick look at Vaughn and started running for the exit. Vaughn fired, but missed. A moment later he dropped his gun and looked at his left arm. The blood had soaked the entire sleeve. He put hand protectively over the wound and walked over to Sydney. She was out cold. He then checked on Carlos and Max, they too were out cold.
"Boy Scout requesting back up. We have two unconscious agents."
"Copy Boy Scout, back up will be there in five minutes."