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Chapter 6
Sydney sat staring out the window as they flew to France. Things used to be so simple. Well, not simple. But she at least knew where she stood. She was a double agent, she was madly in love with her handler/friend/guardian angel and she was a student. Then, suddenly, SD-6 was gone. Her whole world shifted. And, she didn't mind. Now this had to happen. The one person she could always count on was gone and so was her father. Jack Bristow hadn't exactly been super dad when she was growing up; well he'd never really been a father to her until recently. Now he was gone too.
~*~
2:38 AM~ Louvre Paris, France
Sydney entered the building silently. She stealthily made her way to the room the map said they would find the painting in.
Irina waited in the security office and watched Sydney through the monitors. Telling her where to turn and stopping her to hide from a guard every so often. "The painting should be located on the wall, it looks to be an ordinary watercolor."
Sydney entered the room and looked around, "Which wall is it on?" Not seeing any watercolors.
"East. It's labeled under 'unknown artist, 47'" Irina's eyes darted around the security feed, "Hurry up. A guard will be entering the room in 6 minutes."
Sydney walked over to the east wall and saw only a small plaque, "Oh shit."
"What?"
"It's been moved." Sydney said.
"What are you talking about?!" Irina glanced at her watch, 4 minutes.
"It's in storage! They're currently 'relocating the painting to a private gallery and it is in the process of being moved.' Fuck." Sydney swore.
"Is it still in storage?" Irina asked.
"Yeah, it says it will be shipped the 20th. It should be in the storage room till then. I just don't know where that is."
"You need to get out of that room. The guard will be there in less then a minute and he can't catch you. Exit through the left."
Sydney moved out of the room and entered the next with more caution, "Should I get out of the building or do you know where in storage facility is?" She whispered.
"Keep quiet or someone will hear you. Now if memory serves me there should be a staircase in the next room, head down it. Stop when you get to the bottom. I can't see you in there so you'll have to watch out. But I don't think there are any guards in there." Irina closed her eyes and pictured the map she'd gone over so carefully.
Sydney did as she was instructed and kept heading down the spiral of stairs. She finally reached the bottom with out any problems, "I'm there." Sydney whispered.
"Alright, the door should have a key card lock, pretty standard and a 6 digit code." Irina waited for Sydney to open the door as she checked her watch. The need to get out of there by 3:00 at the latest and this little setback was become a big problem.
After a few moments of playing with the devices Marshall had given her the door swung open. Apprehensively she entered the room and noted it was devoid of guards.
Irina glanced at her watch, 2:47 AM, 13 minutes. It would take Sydney 6 to reach the rooftop and make her escape, "About 5 minutes Sydney."
"Got it." She surveyed the room and began looking at the boxes, "It had to have been put here recently." She mumbled to herself.
"Less then 3 minutes." Irina said.
"Shit, where is it?!" Sydney suddenly spotted a tag hanging out from beneath a crate, "47. Found it." She opened the crate and pulled the painting out. Pulling off the linen wrapping she made sure it was indeed what she was looking for, "This is it, I'm out."
"Hold it!"
Sydney stopped before she opened the door, "What's wrong?"
"There should be a guard patrolling the stairs right now. He'll leave in 43 seconds."
As she waited she carefully rewrapped the painting.
"Alright. I'll meet you on the roof." Irina waited 30 seconds then turned the security timer on, "Sydney in 7 minutes the cameras will be back on."
"Got it." Up the stairs, up, up, another flight, another, once more, rooftop entrance. She opened it easily and heard it snap shut behind her as she stepped outside.
Elsewhere. . .
Irina left the security station and cautiously made her way to the nearest staircase. She glanced at her watch, guard free for 3 more minutes. She entered cautiously, and then began running, as quickly as she could without making any noise. She reached the top and as the door closed behind her she heard one open from inside, "Perfect timing." She said to herself.
"Mom?" Sydney grabbed her arm and the two made their way across the roof. Exiting the same way they came in.
Later. . .
Sydney made a face as they climbed out of the sewers, "I still can't believe people actually want guided tours of the sewers."
"Catacombs. People will pay big money for stupid things. Now let's get out of here." Irina motioned for her driver to bring the car over.
"Are we heading straight to the airport?" Sydney asked once they headed down the road.
"We need to be back in London tomorrow. Well, technically today. It's just easier if we head back now."
Ok, that was short and it wasn't really my best work. But, there's this little thing called Writers block and it's been bugging me for weeks. Sorry about the delay.
If you've ever been to Paris or the Louvre and I've totally screwed it up, I'm sorry. I tried to get as much info on it as I could but they don't really have like security procedures and staircase placement where I've searched. So, we're just going to pretend that I'm right. Because it's my story and I can do what I want. Including flying! WEEE!
Review, review review. Thank you all of you who reviewed previously and those of you who will review now. Because I know someone will. Because you're all so swell. And nice. Very nice. And pretty.
If I owned Alias then (insert something amusing and entirely inappropriate here.).
Chapter 6
Sydney sat staring out the window as they flew to France. Things used to be so simple. Well, not simple. But she at least knew where she stood. She was a double agent, she was madly in love with her handler/friend/guardian angel and she was a student. Then, suddenly, SD-6 was gone. Her whole world shifted. And, she didn't mind. Now this had to happen. The one person she could always count on was gone and so was her father. Jack Bristow hadn't exactly been super dad when she was growing up; well he'd never really been a father to her until recently. Now he was gone too.
~*~
2:38 AM~ Louvre Paris, France
Sydney entered the building silently. She stealthily made her way to the room the map said they would find the painting in.
Irina waited in the security office and watched Sydney through the monitors. Telling her where to turn and stopping her to hide from a guard every so often. "The painting should be located on the wall, it looks to be an ordinary watercolor."
Sydney entered the room and looked around, "Which wall is it on?" Not seeing any watercolors.
"East. It's labeled under 'unknown artist, 47'" Irina's eyes darted around the security feed, "Hurry up. A guard will be entering the room in 6 minutes."
Sydney walked over to the east wall and saw only a small plaque, "Oh shit."
"What?"
"It's been moved." Sydney said.
"What are you talking about?!" Irina glanced at her watch, 4 minutes.
"It's in storage! They're currently 'relocating the painting to a private gallery and it is in the process of being moved.' Fuck." Sydney swore.
"Is it still in storage?" Irina asked.
"Yeah, it says it will be shipped the 20th. It should be in the storage room till then. I just don't know where that is."
"You need to get out of that room. The guard will be there in less then a minute and he can't catch you. Exit through the left."
Sydney moved out of the room and entered the next with more caution, "Should I get out of the building or do you know where in storage facility is?" She whispered.
"Keep quiet or someone will hear you. Now if memory serves me there should be a staircase in the next room, head down it. Stop when you get to the bottom. I can't see you in there so you'll have to watch out. But I don't think there are any guards in there." Irina closed her eyes and pictured the map she'd gone over so carefully.
Sydney did as she was instructed and kept heading down the spiral of stairs. She finally reached the bottom with out any problems, "I'm there." Sydney whispered.
"Alright, the door should have a key card lock, pretty standard and a 6 digit code." Irina waited for Sydney to open the door as she checked her watch. The need to get out of there by 3:00 at the latest and this little setback was become a big problem.
After a few moments of playing with the devices Marshall had given her the door swung open. Apprehensively she entered the room and noted it was devoid of guards.
Irina glanced at her watch, 2:47 AM, 13 minutes. It would take Sydney 6 to reach the rooftop and make her escape, "About 5 minutes Sydney."
"Got it." She surveyed the room and began looking at the boxes, "It had to have been put here recently." She mumbled to herself.
"Less then 3 minutes." Irina said.
"Shit, where is it?!" Sydney suddenly spotted a tag hanging out from beneath a crate, "47. Found it." She opened the crate and pulled the painting out. Pulling off the linen wrapping she made sure it was indeed what she was looking for, "This is it, I'm out."
"Hold it!"
Sydney stopped before she opened the door, "What's wrong?"
"There should be a guard patrolling the stairs right now. He'll leave in 43 seconds."
As she waited she carefully rewrapped the painting.
"Alright. I'll meet you on the roof." Irina waited 30 seconds then turned the security timer on, "Sydney in 7 minutes the cameras will be back on."
"Got it." Up the stairs, up, up, another flight, another, once more, rooftop entrance. She opened it easily and heard it snap shut behind her as she stepped outside.
Elsewhere. . .
Irina left the security station and cautiously made her way to the nearest staircase. She glanced at her watch, guard free for 3 more minutes. She entered cautiously, and then began running, as quickly as she could without making any noise. She reached the top and as the door closed behind her she heard one open from inside, "Perfect timing." She said to herself.
"Mom?" Sydney grabbed her arm and the two made their way across the roof. Exiting the same way they came in.
Later. . .
Sydney made a face as they climbed out of the sewers, "I still can't believe people actually want guided tours of the sewers."
"Catacombs. People will pay big money for stupid things. Now let's get out of here." Irina motioned for her driver to bring the car over.
"Are we heading straight to the airport?" Sydney asked once they headed down the road.
"We need to be back in London tomorrow. Well, technically today. It's just easier if we head back now."
Ok, that was short and it wasn't really my best work. But, there's this little thing called Writers block and it's been bugging me for weeks. Sorry about the delay.
If you've ever been to Paris or the Louvre and I've totally screwed it up, I'm sorry. I tried to get as much info on it as I could but they don't really have like security procedures and staircase placement where I've searched. So, we're just going to pretend that I'm right. Because it's my story and I can do what I want. Including flying! WEEE!
Review, review review. Thank you all of you who reviewed previously and those of you who will review now. Because I know someone will. Because you're all so swell. And nice. Very nice. And pretty.
