Hey party people, Andrea here, with another update!!
My current pm list includes: *HaNaAhBaNaNa* agentkate akaMiza aliasfreek AliasJuJuBub Alicia Jo bluebear 74 fata morgana1612 gemmy525 kschic2004 newzeland29 Penny_Lane Rinnibearcg Sarks Handler spychick sweetness892 Tyailer Sark
If anyone wants to be added, taken off, or if something is wrong, tell me in a reply.
I have decided, because of those who replied, to continue with the Non- Rambaldi fiction. This storyline includes some Jack/Irina, and maybe even some Will. If you like this, or you don't, say it in the reply.
A 'Thank you SO MUCH' must be sent to Sark's Handler, who help me to figure out my little pm problem.
Now, onto the story. *************************************************************************** CHAPTER THREE- OUR FIRST OP
"Okay, this op was supposed to be simple. Get in, grab, and get out. But no, we have to be in the one facility where the alarm system has been upgraded." Sydney muttered to herself. She was annoyed. This was supposed to be simple, 'just a test' they had said. Now she and Sark were being fired upon, and they were taking cover behind milk crates. Milk Crates! She sighed.
"Must you do that every five seconds?" Sark snapped at her, firing at the guards. Sydney looked at him, confused. "The sighing" he clarified.
"Sorry," she said, sighing again. 'Did I just apologise to Sark?' she thought. "But, were stuck, being fired upon, hiding behind Milk Crates."
"Sydney, I feel honoured" Sark said. Sydney looked at him, perplexed. "I am here to bear witness to your first ever shoot out." He smiled mockingly, and Sydney glared at him. She looked at him for a moment, turned around, and started to fire back.
"Thanks" she said once they were both reloading. Sark looked bewildered, at which Sydney giggled.
"For what?" he asked her. Sydney turned, and took out the last two guards. She got up, and held out a hand for Sark, who ignored it. Sydney rolled her eyes, but smiled at him.
"For always knowing how to bring my mind back when it wanders." She told him. Sark looked surprised, but nodded his understanding as he started to move away.
"Anytime, Agent Bristow, I do so enjoy it." He said, smirking. Sydney frowned, but followed him.
"Owh, isn't that a sweet bonding moment. I'm sure the CIA would appreciate listening to it." Cole's voice came over the com link. He had begrudgingly accepted the non-field job for this op, although Sydney personally thought it was a waste of his talents. She smiled as she thought back to their conversation on the plane.
Flashback "Okay, so the plan is, I distract the guards, while you two get the files in the safe." Cole had said.
"Which is on the third sub level, in office 47?" Sark had said, at which Cole nodded.
"Wait." Said Sydney, and Cole and Sark looked at her. "We need someone outside, on back up." They both looked thoughtful realising that she was right. Cole turned to Sark and shook his head.
"And I thought you were smart." He had said, before walking over to the communication equipment. Sark opened his mouth to argue, but before he could Sydney started to giggle. This stopped Sark from whatever he was going to say, and he just looked at her with mock offence. End Flashback
Shots were fired from behind, and Sydney broke into a run, sensing Sark do the same. 'Not that I have to worry' she thought. 'Sark can take care of himself; I don't have to watch every move he makes. He's different than Vaughn, a better field agent.' These thoughts shocked her, but she knew that she was right. After all, Sark was her equal, but Vaughn? Sydney knew that she could beat Vaughn in a fight one handed. 'But Sark's my enemy, can I really hold him is such high regard? I laugh with him and Cole, but they would stab me in the back if they could. When they can' she corrected herself. 'But, they won't.' she looked up in shock. 'am I beginning to trust them?'
"Oh yeah, definitely going crazy" Sydney muttered again.
"Well, they do say that talking to yourself is the first sigh." Sark's voice broke through her thoughts, and she glared at him, running outside and towards the waiting van, and the waiting Cole. Sark smirked at her.
"You two have GOT to get some new expressions, it's all glaring and smirking." Cole said once they were inside, and driving off. Sark threw Cole a look, but he ignored it. "Did you get the disk?" he asked. Sydney held them up, and Cole reported that to the waiting CIA officers back in L.A.
"Well Sydney, I told you we were destined to work together." Sark said, breaking the silence. Sydney glared at him, but before she could think up a good retort, he added "We make a good team."
Sydney couldn't argue with that, so she said nothing. 'Damn him.' She thought. 'He has to be so smart, so superior, so good looking and handsome.' She realised what she had just said. "Oh my God" she said to herself so that no one could hear, looking at Sark. "I like Sark." *************************************************************************** So, what do you think?
The next chapter will probably be up today, I want to continue writing.
Thanx in advance for the reviews.
Andrea
My current pm list includes: *HaNaAhBaNaNa* agentkate akaMiza aliasfreek AliasJuJuBub Alicia Jo bluebear 74 fata morgana1612 gemmy525 kschic2004 newzeland29 Penny_Lane Rinnibearcg Sarks Handler spychick sweetness892 Tyailer Sark
If anyone wants to be added, taken off, or if something is wrong, tell me in a reply.
I have decided, because of those who replied, to continue with the Non- Rambaldi fiction. This storyline includes some Jack/Irina, and maybe even some Will. If you like this, or you don't, say it in the reply.
A 'Thank you SO MUCH' must be sent to Sark's Handler, who help me to figure out my little pm problem.
Now, onto the story. *************************************************************************** CHAPTER THREE- OUR FIRST OP
"Okay, this op was supposed to be simple. Get in, grab, and get out. But no, we have to be in the one facility where the alarm system has been upgraded." Sydney muttered to herself. She was annoyed. This was supposed to be simple, 'just a test' they had said. Now she and Sark were being fired upon, and they were taking cover behind milk crates. Milk Crates! She sighed.
"Must you do that every five seconds?" Sark snapped at her, firing at the guards. Sydney looked at him, confused. "The sighing" he clarified.
"Sorry," she said, sighing again. 'Did I just apologise to Sark?' she thought. "But, were stuck, being fired upon, hiding behind Milk Crates."
"Sydney, I feel honoured" Sark said. Sydney looked at him, perplexed. "I am here to bear witness to your first ever shoot out." He smiled mockingly, and Sydney glared at him. She looked at him for a moment, turned around, and started to fire back.
"Thanks" she said once they were both reloading. Sark looked bewildered, at which Sydney giggled.
"For what?" he asked her. Sydney turned, and took out the last two guards. She got up, and held out a hand for Sark, who ignored it. Sydney rolled her eyes, but smiled at him.
"For always knowing how to bring my mind back when it wanders." She told him. Sark looked surprised, but nodded his understanding as he started to move away.
"Anytime, Agent Bristow, I do so enjoy it." He said, smirking. Sydney frowned, but followed him.
"Owh, isn't that a sweet bonding moment. I'm sure the CIA would appreciate listening to it." Cole's voice came over the com link. He had begrudgingly accepted the non-field job for this op, although Sydney personally thought it was a waste of his talents. She smiled as she thought back to their conversation on the plane.
Flashback "Okay, so the plan is, I distract the guards, while you two get the files in the safe." Cole had said.
"Which is on the third sub level, in office 47?" Sark had said, at which Cole nodded.
"Wait." Said Sydney, and Cole and Sark looked at her. "We need someone outside, on back up." They both looked thoughtful realising that she was right. Cole turned to Sark and shook his head.
"And I thought you were smart." He had said, before walking over to the communication equipment. Sark opened his mouth to argue, but before he could Sydney started to giggle. This stopped Sark from whatever he was going to say, and he just looked at her with mock offence. End Flashback
Shots were fired from behind, and Sydney broke into a run, sensing Sark do the same. 'Not that I have to worry' she thought. 'Sark can take care of himself; I don't have to watch every move he makes. He's different than Vaughn, a better field agent.' These thoughts shocked her, but she knew that she was right. After all, Sark was her equal, but Vaughn? Sydney knew that she could beat Vaughn in a fight one handed. 'But Sark's my enemy, can I really hold him is such high regard? I laugh with him and Cole, but they would stab me in the back if they could. When they can' she corrected herself. 'But, they won't.' she looked up in shock. 'am I beginning to trust them?'
"Oh yeah, definitely going crazy" Sydney muttered again.
"Well, they do say that talking to yourself is the first sigh." Sark's voice broke through her thoughts, and she glared at him, running outside and towards the waiting van, and the waiting Cole. Sark smirked at her.
"You two have GOT to get some new expressions, it's all glaring and smirking." Cole said once they were inside, and driving off. Sark threw Cole a look, but he ignored it. "Did you get the disk?" he asked. Sydney held them up, and Cole reported that to the waiting CIA officers back in L.A.
"Well Sydney, I told you we were destined to work together." Sark said, breaking the silence. Sydney glared at him, but before she could think up a good retort, he added "We make a good team."
Sydney couldn't argue with that, so she said nothing. 'Damn him.' She thought. 'He has to be so smart, so superior, so good looking and handsome.' She realised what she had just said. "Oh my God" she said to herself so that no one could hear, looking at Sark. "I like Sark." *************************************************************************** So, what do you think?
The next chapter will probably be up today, I want to continue writing.
Thanx in advance for the reviews.
Andrea