----I want to thank everyone for the great reviews! Keep them coming!!
----I am going to let you all now in advance that I realize that some of the circumference talk in this chapter may not be accurate. . .just bare with me.
----I have the fifth installment to this story written, but I am going to wait for a substantial amount of reviews before I post it. So if you like what you read, let me know! Of course, I will post it reviews or not, but it will be nice to know if I should continue down the course I'm on.
----I do not own Alias or any of its characters
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So this is it. This is the warehouse. This is their warehouse. It's odd, I feel out of place here, as if I am interrupting a private conversation. Everything here is so dark and lonely, yet for some reason it seems comfortable.
My endless pacing and pointless thoughts end when I hear tires screeching to a stop and a door slamming. The ominous sound of her heels clicking on the concrete fills the air. Here we go.
"Weiss! I am so glad you called I. . ."
"What the HELL did you do to him?"
Ok, so plan on not getting to emotional isn't really panning out to well. She stops in her tracks and glares at me with confusion.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard what I said Bristow. I want to know what it was you did to make Mike shut himself in his room."
"He did WHAT?"
"He came home this morning threw his stuff all over the place and locked himself in his room. And when I tried to talk to him he proceeded to slam me against the wall and scream obscenities. And I know that you are the only person who could ever draw a reaction like that out of him and I want to know what you did."
"Well you obviously don't know him as well as you thought. I didn't do anything to him Weiss!"
"Right."
Okay, not the best idea to throw sarcasm at a woman who knocks out trained killers for a living. She gets dangerously close to me and gives me an icy stare.
"Look, I know you don't agree with the 'emotional attachment' between Vaughn and I, but if you think that I would ever do anything to hurt him, you better think again. And for future reference, I really don't appreciate being accused of something on pure assumption."
All right, it is now glaringly obvious that I am a naïve idiot.
"Sorry."
She backs away while shaking her head and takes a seat on the table.
"Dad told me this morning that he hadn't showed up to work this morning or answered his calls. I was so worried."
Her voice is so small when she says the last sentence that I barely hear her. I am beginning to realize that I may have underestimated their friendship. If you can call it that.
"Do you have any idea what might have made him do this."
She sighs audibly and looks up at me."
"Do you know any details on what happened in Taipei?"
"Well considering the fact that it wasn't exactly a CIA sanctioned event, I'd have to say no."
"The primary reason why I was going was to make the trade with my friend Will. He was kidnapped by Sark on the false pretenses that. . . "
"I heard."
"Dad was willing to trade him for the manuscript page, but once we figured out what was on it we altered the plan a bit. The page contained instructions on use of the Circumference. We knew that the CIA wouldn't take us stealing government property lightly, but if we were to destroy the circumference in the process it would give the CIA a step ahead and grant us some leniency. It should have been a simple mission, Vaughn an I entered the underground storage facility through a rave. . ."
"Woah, wait a sec. Vaughn went undercover to a IraveI? You have got to be kidding me."
She smiles for a moment.
"Yeah, he did." Her smile quickly fades. "Earlier in the year I had acquired a model of the circumference, and it was no larger than a shoe. But Weiss, we underestimated it. The device, it was IhugeI. It was enormous; it would not have fit into this warehouse. I knew that if I destroyed it I would have to swim out. I was prepared to do that, but Vaughn lost contact with me and came to help. I met him in the hallway just as the water came rushing through. I was. . . I don't know. . . maybe two steps ahead of him when we came to the end of the hallway. I barely slid through the door as it closed, but Vaughn. . ."
"He didn't make it. Saving you is going to get him killed one day."
Her eyes break hold of the chair and turn to glance at me for a moment. She snaps at me.
"I wouldn't let that happen." I shake my head, silently urging her to continue. "After trying to beat the door down with an extinguisher for a minute I noticed he was gone and the water had begun to recede. I ran all over that damn place looking for another doorway where he might have left. Finally I came to a corridor that was different from the others. It was older and there was a door at the end that lead to a stairway. I told dad what I could over the com piece, but he was barely audible and I lost contact with him after a few seconds. Once I got to the top of the stairs I opened the door to find a run down apartment hallway. I followed to the end and heard muffled voices, one I recognized as Vaughn's, and the other. . ."
She stopped and took a deep breath.
"Sydney, who had Vaughn?"
"Weiss, 'the man' was a woman. Irina Derevko was the man."
For a minute or two I just stare at her. It registers in my mind that her life sucks. And that's the understatement of the year.
"Your ImotherI?
"I said Irina Derevko, not Laura Bristow. My mother died almost thirty years ago."
Right.
"Wait, you said was."
"I walked in to find Vaughn tied to a chair with his eyes shut and she had a gun pointed at his heart. I couldn't let her do that, I couldn't loose someone else, I couldn't let him die at my expense. And she deserved to die for what she has done."
"You IkilledI her? You killed your. . .you killed Derevko?"
You would think that someone would be remorseful over taking the life of the woman who gave you yours, but her expression was serious, she had no regrets. And somehow I understood.
"It took him a moment to register that the gunshots were not coming from the same gun that had been aimed at him. When I untied him, he seemed different, I don't know. . .emotionless. I should have known, I should have tried to do something. . ."
"You can't blame this on yourself Sydney."
She gets up from her seat and looks me in the eye again.
"I know that you're the type of guy that frowns upon disobeying protocol, but I need your help. He has always been there for me, I have to do the same for him."
I decide not to reiterate the obvious because I am sure that 'it could get you both killed' won't change her mind. Sighing I reach into my pocket to get my keys.
"You can tail me to his house. Park a considerable amount away from my car and."
"Weiss, did you forget that I'm a double agent?"
I give her a small laugh and head towards my car.
"Right. I guess I'll see you soon then."
I sit in my car for a second a take another deep breath. If she can't help him, then I don't know what will.
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----So apparently I just don't know how to make things italicized or bold. So if anyone wants to help me figure it out please feel free
----I am going to let you all now in advance that I realize that some of the circumference talk in this chapter may not be accurate. . .just bare with me.
----I have the fifth installment to this story written, but I am going to wait for a substantial amount of reviews before I post it. So if you like what you read, let me know! Of course, I will post it reviews or not, but it will be nice to know if I should continue down the course I'm on.
----I do not own Alias or any of its characters
-
So this is it. This is the warehouse. This is their warehouse. It's odd, I feel out of place here, as if I am interrupting a private conversation. Everything here is so dark and lonely, yet for some reason it seems comfortable.
My endless pacing and pointless thoughts end when I hear tires screeching to a stop and a door slamming. The ominous sound of her heels clicking on the concrete fills the air. Here we go.
"Weiss! I am so glad you called I. . ."
"What the HELL did you do to him?"
Ok, so plan on not getting to emotional isn't really panning out to well. She stops in her tracks and glares at me with confusion.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard what I said Bristow. I want to know what it was you did to make Mike shut himself in his room."
"He did WHAT?"
"He came home this morning threw his stuff all over the place and locked himself in his room. And when I tried to talk to him he proceeded to slam me against the wall and scream obscenities. And I know that you are the only person who could ever draw a reaction like that out of him and I want to know what you did."
"Well you obviously don't know him as well as you thought. I didn't do anything to him Weiss!"
"Right."
Okay, not the best idea to throw sarcasm at a woman who knocks out trained killers for a living. She gets dangerously close to me and gives me an icy stare.
"Look, I know you don't agree with the 'emotional attachment' between Vaughn and I, but if you think that I would ever do anything to hurt him, you better think again. And for future reference, I really don't appreciate being accused of something on pure assumption."
All right, it is now glaringly obvious that I am a naïve idiot.
"Sorry."
She backs away while shaking her head and takes a seat on the table.
"Dad told me this morning that he hadn't showed up to work this morning or answered his calls. I was so worried."
Her voice is so small when she says the last sentence that I barely hear her. I am beginning to realize that I may have underestimated their friendship. If you can call it that.
"Do you have any idea what might have made him do this."
She sighs audibly and looks up at me."
"Do you know any details on what happened in Taipei?"
"Well considering the fact that it wasn't exactly a CIA sanctioned event, I'd have to say no."
"The primary reason why I was going was to make the trade with my friend Will. He was kidnapped by Sark on the false pretenses that. . . "
"I heard."
"Dad was willing to trade him for the manuscript page, but once we figured out what was on it we altered the plan a bit. The page contained instructions on use of the Circumference. We knew that the CIA wouldn't take us stealing government property lightly, but if we were to destroy the circumference in the process it would give the CIA a step ahead and grant us some leniency. It should have been a simple mission, Vaughn an I entered the underground storage facility through a rave. . ."
"Woah, wait a sec. Vaughn went undercover to a IraveI? You have got to be kidding me."
She smiles for a moment.
"Yeah, he did." Her smile quickly fades. "Earlier in the year I had acquired a model of the circumference, and it was no larger than a shoe. But Weiss, we underestimated it. The device, it was IhugeI. It was enormous; it would not have fit into this warehouse. I knew that if I destroyed it I would have to swim out. I was prepared to do that, but Vaughn lost contact with me and came to help. I met him in the hallway just as the water came rushing through. I was. . . I don't know. . . maybe two steps ahead of him when we came to the end of the hallway. I barely slid through the door as it closed, but Vaughn. . ."
"He didn't make it. Saving you is going to get him killed one day."
Her eyes break hold of the chair and turn to glance at me for a moment. She snaps at me.
"I wouldn't let that happen." I shake my head, silently urging her to continue. "After trying to beat the door down with an extinguisher for a minute I noticed he was gone and the water had begun to recede. I ran all over that damn place looking for another doorway where he might have left. Finally I came to a corridor that was different from the others. It was older and there was a door at the end that lead to a stairway. I told dad what I could over the com piece, but he was barely audible and I lost contact with him after a few seconds. Once I got to the top of the stairs I opened the door to find a run down apartment hallway. I followed to the end and heard muffled voices, one I recognized as Vaughn's, and the other. . ."
She stopped and took a deep breath.
"Sydney, who had Vaughn?"
"Weiss, 'the man' was a woman. Irina Derevko was the man."
For a minute or two I just stare at her. It registers in my mind that her life sucks. And that's the understatement of the year.
"Your ImotherI?
"I said Irina Derevko, not Laura Bristow. My mother died almost thirty years ago."
Right.
"Wait, you said was."
"I walked in to find Vaughn tied to a chair with his eyes shut and she had a gun pointed at his heart. I couldn't let her do that, I couldn't loose someone else, I couldn't let him die at my expense. And she deserved to die for what she has done."
"You IkilledI her? You killed your. . .you killed Derevko?"
You would think that someone would be remorseful over taking the life of the woman who gave you yours, but her expression was serious, she had no regrets. And somehow I understood.
"It took him a moment to register that the gunshots were not coming from the same gun that had been aimed at him. When I untied him, he seemed different, I don't know. . .emotionless. I should have known, I should have tried to do something. . ."
"You can't blame this on yourself Sydney."
She gets up from her seat and looks me in the eye again.
"I know that you're the type of guy that frowns upon disobeying protocol, but I need your help. He has always been there for me, I have to do the same for him."
I decide not to reiterate the obvious because I am sure that 'it could get you both killed' won't change her mind. Sighing I reach into my pocket to get my keys.
"You can tail me to his house. Park a considerable amount away from my car and."
"Weiss, did you forget that I'm a double agent?"
I give her a small laugh and head towards my car.
"Right. I guess I'll see you soon then."
I sit in my car for a second a take another deep breath. If she can't help him, then I don't know what will.
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----So apparently I just don't know how to make things italicized or bold. So if anyone wants to help me figure it out please feel free