title. Recruited
author. kate jones
email. katejoneslives@yahoo.com
summary. Both Sydney and Vaughn were recruited December of 1994. Their stories are different, their organizations different, but their choices the same.
rating. G
disclaimer. not for profit. characters not mine. timeline not mine.
dist. Cover Me, ffn, sd-1, all other ask
a/n Comprised of original ideas, seeing as I missed the pilot (but ordered the dvd) and haven't read any of the prequels. Yes, this is in my kind of AU, like my other fics, and I highly doubt any of the things you'll see in here really happened. I got the timeline from the Alias: Declassified dvd.
Has this been done? If it has, then I guess I'll just concentrate on writing my other stuff.
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November 29, 1994
Michael C. Vaughn-
Exits Lecture Hall 38-B at 3:45 PM. South to student parking lots. Enters vehicle C34-F532G062. Routine unchanged.
November 30, 1994
Michael C. Vaughn-
Exits Lecture Hall 38-B at 3:45 PM. South to student parking lots. Enters vehicle C34-F532G062. Routine unchanged.
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"Michael Vaughn?"
"Yeah?" Michael turned to see who was behind him. It was a tall African-American man dressed a black suit, most likely not a student.
"Gregory Smith, Central Intelligence Agency." He shook Michael's hand briefly and dropped it.
"Did I do something wrong?" He straigtened, no longer leaning against his black Audi.
"No. The CIA is looking for some legal analysts, and when we spoke to the University, your name came up."
"My name? Doesn't the CIA have legal people already?"
"Yes, but we are restocking the barrel, so to speak." He drew out each word, as if he thought Michael did not understand what he was saying."Many of our legal analysts have recently retired, and as I said previously, we are looking for some new people with the skills and the focus to get the job done."
"The job?" Michael raised an eyebrow, afraid that if he laughed he would get audited, even though he wasn't dealing with the IRS. "What exactly do legal analysts do?"
He was answered with a business card, plain white except for ten digits printed on the center of one side. "Call this phone number. It's local, so don't worry about long-distance charges or anything like that. They'll set you up to come in for an interview."
"An interview? Um, okay, my life is already pretty busy because I'm close to finishing my degree, and my girlfriend is just—my point is I don't think I have the time for this right now."
"I assure you, you do. And call that number before next Thursday." With that, he started making his way back to the building containing the main lecture halls. Michael stared in shock, surprised that people from the CIA really do pick you up out of the blue like in the movies. He opened the driver's side door and sat in his car, turning up the stereo as he pulled the door shut.
author. kate jones
email. katejoneslives@yahoo.com
summary. Both Sydney and Vaughn were recruited December of 1994. Their stories are different, their organizations different, but their choices the same.
rating. G
disclaimer. not for profit. characters not mine. timeline not mine.
dist. Cover Me, ffn, sd-1, all other ask
a/n Comprised of original ideas, seeing as I missed the pilot (but ordered the dvd) and haven't read any of the prequels. Yes, this is in my kind of AU, like my other fics, and I highly doubt any of the things you'll see in here really happened. I got the timeline from the Alias: Declassified dvd.
Has this been done? If it has, then I guess I'll just concentrate on writing my other stuff.
___
November 29, 1994
Michael C. Vaughn-
Exits Lecture Hall 38-B at 3:45 PM. South to student parking lots. Enters vehicle C34-F532G062. Routine unchanged.
November 30, 1994
Michael C. Vaughn-
Exits Lecture Hall 38-B at 3:45 PM. South to student parking lots. Enters vehicle C34-F532G062. Routine unchanged.
___
"Michael Vaughn?"
"Yeah?" Michael turned to see who was behind him. It was a tall African-American man dressed a black suit, most likely not a student.
"Gregory Smith, Central Intelligence Agency." He shook Michael's hand briefly and dropped it.
"Did I do something wrong?" He straigtened, no longer leaning against his black Audi.
"No. The CIA is looking for some legal analysts, and when we spoke to the University, your name came up."
"My name? Doesn't the CIA have legal people already?"
"Yes, but we are restocking the barrel, so to speak." He drew out each word, as if he thought Michael did not understand what he was saying."Many of our legal analysts have recently retired, and as I said previously, we are looking for some new people with the skills and the focus to get the job done."
"The job?" Michael raised an eyebrow, afraid that if he laughed he would get audited, even though he wasn't dealing with the IRS. "What exactly do legal analysts do?"
He was answered with a business card, plain white except for ten digits printed on the center of one side. "Call this phone number. It's local, so don't worry about long-distance charges or anything like that. They'll set you up to come in for an interview."
"An interview? Um, okay, my life is already pretty busy because I'm close to finishing my degree, and my girlfriend is just—my point is I don't think I have the time for this right now."
"I assure you, you do. And call that number before next Thursday." With that, he started making his way back to the building containing the main lecture halls. Michael stared in shock, surprised that people from the CIA really do pick you up out of the blue like in the movies. He opened the driver's side door and sat in his car, turning up the stereo as he pulled the door shut.
